Run for your life, it’s a survey!
1. Food
I love broccoli. Like, seriously. Way more than is probably healthy.
I hate it when I have multiple different food items on a plate and they touch.
My guilty secret is something that I’m not going to tell! Haha.
2. Apparel
I love unusual clothing, both physical shape-wise and color.
I hate pants that are labeled “small” or “petite” but still go like seven inches past my ankles. Guess what, clothes manufacturers? The majority of people buying “petite”? We’re also pretty short.
My guilty secret is enjoying dressing in all black when go exercise.
3. Books
I love Lolita. So much. Mr. Vladimir Nabokov seduces the English language to the point where it bends to his every whim.
I hate when people say they hate a book because they’d been “forced” to read in high school. Any book you’re forced to read you’re bound to hate, I think. People should give those high school books a second chance (people who despise The Great Gatsby because they were forced to read it in high school: I’m looking at you!).
My guilty secret is that I’d totally reread the entire Babysitter’s Club series if I had the books. I freaking loved those.
4. Songs
I love songs for their beat/rhythm, almost never for their lyrics. A song can have the weirdest/most nonsensical/stupidest lyrics ever…if it has a fantastic beat, I’ll love it.
I hate people who judge others based on their musical tastes. We’ve been over this, but I’m saying it again.
My guilty secret is nothing! Music is music.
5. Movie
I love incredibly unscientific disaster movies. They’re awesome. Volcano, Dante’s Peak, Armageddon, Atomic Train (which I can’t find ANYWHERE. WHY has this movie not gotten Academy Awards?).
I hate “going to the movies” as a date idea. Seriously? Unless you’re planning it as a super long and semi-public make out session, could there be a worse choice for a date?
My guilty secret is getting overly upset when people misquote movies. I don’t like them in general and I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about them, but movies that I’ve seen have their audio automatically downloaded to my brain for future reference.
6. TV Shows
I love Metalocalypse. It’s like the dumbest show ever, but I think that’s what makes it so good. It doesn’t seem like the type of show I’d watch because it’s really not. I caught the end of one episode on Adult Swim way back when and thought it was super dumb, but then another ep came on and I was like, “the level of hyperbole achieved in parodying serious metal culture in this show is fantastic. I love it.”
I hate all those new shows that seem to all be slightly different variations of one another. I can’t even name specific ones because they all are the same damn show.
My guilty secret is The Biggest Loser. It’s an interesting concept for a TV show and, despite all the controversy surrounding the gameplay/tactics/health risks/etc., I think it’s a good motivator for a number of people.
7. Celebrity Crush
I love Leibniz. He’s as close to a “celebrity” as we’re going to get for me. I don’t have a crush on any celebrity that’s alive.
I hate how obsessed we are with celebrities’ lives. Oooh, Brad and Angelina finally became a single unit? WHO CARES? Go read a book.
My guilty secret is enjoying the fancy-shmancy dresses all the celeb ladies wear to stuff like the Golden Globes and the Oscars.
8. Music
I love music that is hardwired to certain memories. Like this song. And this one. Even though I have no idea where I’d heard it before we played it in high school band, it is very, very familiar to me.
I hate music that doesn’t have a good chorus, rhythm, or hook. I don’t care how meaningful the lyrics are…if I can’t get into the groove, I can’t enjoy the song.
My guilty secret is pretending to actually be a rock star when playing Rock Band. Oh come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t done it, too.
9. Sports Team
I love the Olympics. That’s about as close to a “sports team” as you’ll get from me.
I hate the fact that professional athletes get paid such exorbitant amounts.
My guilty secret is enjoying playing group sports. I don’t like watching stuff like basketball and football, but throw me on a team (like in P.E.) or let us play rollerblade hockey and I’ll get into it more than anyone would guess.
It’s that time again…
HI FOOLS!
So in a little less than a month I’ll be hitting yet another blogging milestone: SIX YEARS!
While years four and five were full of fun stats, pics, analyses, Wordles and the like, I think year six will have even more.
I’m going to go through each and every blog so that I can have data from every single day (not just every month, like I had done for last year). There are a few things I’d like to examine:
1. Do I have a statistically higher wordcount on any particular day(s)?
2. Using the Gunning Fog Index as a gauge, how does my blog readability change over the course of the last six years?
3. Have I been adding more images to my blog posts overall as time has progressed?
4. Do my blogs change in terms of length/complexity/readability based on the time of the year?
5. And a bunch of stuff I can’t remember now.
WOO DATA!
Canada’s Common Cents
(HA, get it?)
So it turns out Canada’s smarter than us and is going to start phasing out their penny. According to Time, the Canadian government released its 2012 budget without any money allotted for penny creation. Which is a smart thing to do, seeing as how a single Canadian penny costs 1.6 cents to produce (a US penny costs even more—2.4 cents).
Canada is slated to stop producing pennies this month, and while products will still be charged to the cent when debit or credit cards are used, the government is suggesting that retailers round their prices to the nearest nickel (which could have interesting consequences…imagine the guides that’ll pop up telling people what things are cheaper to buy using debit/credit and which are cheaper using cash).
Anyway, I thought this was pretty interesting news. It makes me think about Canada’s switch from paper $1 and $2 to coin versions. Are the coins cheaper to produce than the bills? Also, were the bills called loonies and toonies, or is that just the coins? I don’t remember if the bills had loons on them. SO MANY QUESTIONS, CANADA, JEEZ.
w00t
Oh yes.
This is an amazing song.
Lyrics:
Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck; some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they’d just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don’t know anymore…
This is it, boys, this is war – what are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype – save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style
And that’s alright; I found a martyr in my bed tonight
She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am
Oh, who am I? Oh, who am I?
Some nights, I wish that this all would end
Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I’m scared you’ll forget me again
Some nights, I always win
I always win
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I still don’t know what I stand for
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don’t know…
So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Washed my hands of that for this?
I miss my mom and dad for this?
No. When I see stars, when I see stars, that’s all they are
When I hear songs, they sound like a swan, so come on
Oh, come on. Oh, come on.
That is it, guys, that is all – five minutes in and I’m bored again
Ten years of this, I’m not sure if anybody understands
This is not one for the folks back home; I’m sorry to leave, mom, I had to go
Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?
My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she called “love”
But when I look into my nephew’s eyes…
Man, you wouldn’t believe the most amazing things that can come from…
Some terrible nights.
The other night, you wouldn’t believe the dream I just had about you and me
I called you up, but we’d both agree
It’s for the best you didn’t listen
It’s for the best we get our distance…
Yes, I bolded the ones pertinent to me right now. Yes, I know that makes me a tween. Bite me.
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