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duncang's questions...
1. If you could do any job in the woirld, what would you do?
Tough. Y'know what I'd really like to do? Which requires resources I don't have? I'd like to own a small apartment complex, oddly-shaped and funky artistic. Maybe two or three Victorian houses cut up into apartments, a bungalow or two, all in a clump. I could do the decorating and fix pipes and run around in scruffy overalls and barefeet and generally vacillate between slacking off and working my ass off. I'd have people to interact with in my job, but it wouldn't be overwhelming or anything, and I could dye my hair whatever color I pleased and choose my tenants for their niftiness. The ultimate laid-back control freak occupation.
2. Which is worse, Passive-agressive behavior or fantacism?
Ah, you bitch. I don't know about 'worse.' Passive-aggressive behaviour achieves less, which is both worse and better, depending on the situation. I have a certain respect for fanaticism - fanatics go places, they do things, they have that fiery glint in their eyes. Fanatics are...sexier, I guess? But they're also fuckloads scarier. Dangerous. They go on to be Hitlers; they develop weapons of mass destruction because they're 'neat'. They don't even see you - I don't mind being stepped on as much as I mind being unnoticed. Passive-aggressiveness just irks me - mostly because I'm so often guilty of it. I find it kind of charming when it's consciously practiced - there's something very deliciously junior-high about knowingly confusing a situation through your own inactivity or failure to be upfront. Unconscious or self-righteous passive-aggression sucks ass, though. The inherent hypocrisy of it frustrates me.
3. Your stuck in a well in Turkey with a GSM cell phone. you can call one person in the world... who do you call?
The Turkish AAA? The American Embassy? Someone who could get me out of the well, hopefully. *Grin* Considering I don't know anyone with those kind of resources off the top of my head, I don't know WHO I'd call. Someone who could appreciate the utter absurdity of the situation, I guess. Maybe I'd just dial a random number and see who I got. Make that US number - I want to get someone who can speak English. Wouldn't that be the best wake-you-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night phone call ever? "Hi, yeah, I'm stuck in a well in Turkey, how are you?" I wonder what Baby Jessica's number is?
4. Okay, you shot the hostage... now what?
Wait, wait, wait! More information, please! I mean, HOPEfully I have some kind of super clever Hans Gruber-esque plan already in place to escape my current situation. Otherwise, I've just shot the hostage in a moment of utter bad-ass 'Fuck you, policemen, and all your laws and excuses!' self-righteousness. So I toss the corpse into the group of them (knocking over a couple of donut-munching pigs) as they stumble and drop their guns and gape like fishes, take to my heels, and dive out a window with much shattering glass. I may or may not have a parachute, and I am almost DEFinitely wearing a black leather jacket. In my plan, I also know how to hotwire a car.
5. What in your devlopment as a person gave you the view of love and sex that you have now?
I don't know if it's my development as a person, per se. It's more that the person I've always been, with my mad independence issues, had to develop a definition of love and sex that would WORK under that kind of handicap. *Grin* I've had to re-tailor, sometimes completely remake, the 'typical' perceptions of love given to me by the media (two souls meet and mesh, everyone has to have a love to be complete) and by my church (devotion and obedience to another is your duty as a good Christian woman). I haven't got my logical love-definition completely right or completely internalized yet, obviously, since my kneejerk reaction is still to run like a bitch from the very idea of capital-l Love (and Sex, heh), but it's a hell of a lot closer than the dreamy twoo-luvvv definitions would get me. I am a work in progress.
duncang's questions...1. If you could do any job in the woirld, what would you do?
Tough. Y'know what I'd really like to do? Which requires resources I don't have? I'd like to own a small apartment complex, oddly-shaped and funky artistic. Maybe two or three Victorian houses cut up into apartments, a bungalow or two, all in a clump. I could do the decorating and fix pipes and run around in scruffy overalls and barefeet and generally vacillate between slacking off and working my ass off. I'd have people to interact with in my job, but it wouldn't be overwhelming or anything, and I could dye my hair whatever color I pleased and choose my tenants for their niftiness. The ultimate laid-back control freak occupation.
2. Which is worse, Passive-agressive behavior or fantacism?
Ah, you bitch. I don't know about 'worse.' Passive-aggressive behaviour achieves less, which is both worse and better, depending on the situation. I have a certain respect for fanaticism - fanatics go places, they do things, they have that fiery glint in their eyes. Fanatics are...sexier, I guess? But they're also fuckloads scarier. Dangerous. They go on to be Hitlers; they develop weapons of mass destruction because they're 'neat'. They don't even see you - I don't mind being stepped on as much as I mind being unnoticed. Passive-aggressiveness just irks me - mostly because I'm so often guilty of it. I find it kind of charming when it's consciously practiced - there's something very deliciously junior-high about knowingly confusing a situation through your own inactivity or failure to be upfront. Unconscious or self-righteous passive-aggression sucks ass, though. The inherent hypocrisy of it frustrates me.
3. Your stuck in a well in Turkey with a GSM cell phone. you can call one person in the world... who do you call?
The Turkish AAA? The American Embassy? Someone who could get me out of the well, hopefully. *Grin* Considering I don't know anyone with those kind of resources off the top of my head, I don't know WHO I'd call. Someone who could appreciate the utter absurdity of the situation, I guess. Maybe I'd just dial a random number and see who I got. Make that US number - I want to get someone who can speak English. Wouldn't that be the best wake-you-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night phone call ever? "Hi, yeah, I'm stuck in a well in Turkey, how are you?" I wonder what Baby Jessica's number is?
4. Okay, you shot the hostage... now what?
Wait, wait, wait! More information, please! I mean, HOPEfully I have some kind of super clever Hans Gruber-esque plan already in place to escape my current situation. Otherwise, I've just shot the hostage in a moment of utter bad-ass 'Fuck you, policemen, and all your laws and excuses!' self-righteousness. So I toss the corpse into the group of them (knocking over a couple of donut-munching pigs) as they stumble and drop their guns and gape like fishes, take to my heels, and dive out a window with much shattering glass. I may or may not have a parachute, and I am almost DEFinitely wearing a black leather jacket. In my plan, I also know how to hotwire a car.
5. What in your devlopment as a person gave you the view of love and sex that you have now?
I don't know if it's my development as a person, per se. It's more that the person I've always been, with my mad independence issues, had to develop a definition of love and sex that would WORK under that kind of handicap. *Grin* I've had to re-tailor, sometimes completely remake, the 'typical' perceptions of love given to me by the media (two souls meet and mesh, everyone has to have a love to be complete) and by my church (devotion and obedience to another is your duty as a good Christian woman). I haven't got my logical love-definition completely right or completely internalized yet, obviously, since my kneejerk reaction is still to run like a bitch from the very idea of capital-l Love (and Sex, heh), but it's a hell of a lot closer than the dreamy twoo-luvvv definitions would get me. I am a work in progress.
