Q:Happy Moon Landing Day!
You too, Kai!
Though to be quite honest, I’m still a little bitter that it turned out not to be made of cheese.
not-actually-that-cool tagged me in the question thingy (I’m always OK with being tagged in these, even though I don’t tag other people because I get sad when they don’t do it, plus I stink at coming up with good questions).
1. What is your favorite day of the week?
I honestly usually can’t tell one from the other. I generally prefer weekdays to weekends, though, because Match Game ‘76 comes on at 5am on weekdays.
2. Do you like your mother?
Most of the time she’s pretty groovy.
3. Last book you read?
Self-Working Mental Magic by Karl Fulves (a magic book counts, right?)
4. How do you feel about garden gnomes?
I doubt I’d ever buy any, but I’m not bothered by them unless they’re telling me to go and smell the roses.
5. Are you ready to be a grown up yet?
Not in the slightest. I’m ill-prepared in just about every way possible.
6. How many hours of sleep do you get in a night?
It probably averages out to 7-8 per night — as long as you count the times when I stay up for 2 to 2½ days followed by 16-18 hours of sleep. If I sleep on consecutive days, I’m lucky to get 6 hours.
7. Why are you even on tumblr?
If it weren’t for tumblr, I’d have no friends at all.
8. How is your room decorated?
Above my bed, I’ve got two animation cels from Who Framed Roger Rabbit in a single frame — a before and after set from when he drinks the whiskey and goes all Technicolor.
On the opposite wall are the mini attraction posters that came in the 2014 calendar I bought at Disneyland last year. And over my window is a big dark blue bedsheet to keep out the light that bleeds in through the weird opaque cloth blinds this house has so I can sleep during the day.
9. What is the favorite vacation you ever went on?
I think I’ve got to pick my first trip to Walt Disney World in 1999. It was a bucket list item, and my first time really understanding the difference in scale. Even though I stayed off-property and had to sit through time share presentations every morning to board the hotel bus to the parks, it was a totally new experience and I absolutely fell in love with the place (but in a totally different way from the way I love Disneyland).
10. Do you have a favorite sport?
I’ve always been a baseball fan above all else.
11. What is your favorite memory?
The day I got hired at Disneyland in 1994. I was so giddy with excitement! It was another bucket list item, and one that ended far too soon. But the amazement that I felt at the time is something I’ll never forget.
Apparently there was an anti-immigration protest in Portland, Oregon tonight (across the river from me). On the news, a lady told the reporter that she wanted Oregon to stay “you know, like it is.”
The reporter, understanding the nature of his job, said “what do you mean by that?”
To which the lady replied, “Well, keep the Mexicans in Mexico, and leave America to the European-Americans who this country belongs to.”
And then when the reporter asked if she was a racist, she said no.
I saw that report over an hour ago and I’m still not over it.
It took me a few minutes of saying “but he died over 40 years ago” before I realized that this was referring to LeBron James.
I love how potato in French is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.”
like what stupid frenchman saw this:
and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON! MAIS OUI! C’EST UNE POMME DE TERRE!”
j’adore comment ananas se dit pineapple en anglais, ce qui veut littéralement dire “pomme de pin”, genre quel type anglais a vu ça:
et s’est dit : “ow cette étrange big fruit ressemble à une, how do you say, POMME! hmmm… mais plutôt une pomme qui pousse dans les pins… HU HU HU! OH YES, IT’S A PINEAPPLE!”
(z’avez vu, on peut le faire aussi… hon hon hon!)
A fair comeback.
I still think the worst thing that tumblr ever did was when they started allowing 10-image photosets to be aligned vertically.
We really don’t need posts that are 7,000 pixels tall (and that’s not counting the space between images or the text beneath them).
My monitor is 768 pixels tall. If I have to scroll through ten screens just to get past the post, there’s a zero percent chance that I’m going to enjoy it.
I had the strangest series of dreams today.
So many MRA tears being shed on the untrue-posts blog tonight via replies, reblogs, and asks, and it’s taking every bit of strength that I have not to engage any more of them. I need to not give them that platform and that extra exposure, even if I’m only giving it to them to argue against them.
It would be funny to watch all the guys who got offended by the idea of equality if it wasn’t so damned pathetic.
I did get a kick out of the brony who wanted me to bust the patriarchy as bogus and if I couldn’t then I wasn’t worthy of running my own blog, but…
I dunno…that sure seems to be what I see when I look around.
I think I’m going to log off early tonight. My b.s. meter is full.
I think I just made some 4chan enemies on another blog.
Oh dear, whatever will I do?
By far the stupidest criticism of the new Thor is ‘no where in Norse mythology is Thor a woman, stop messing with mythology.’
Right, because Norse mythology is just fucking filled with stories about Thor hanging out with Iron Man and Captain America at the Avengers Tower.