11 posts tagged “vox hunt”
Share your favorite holiday song.
A shameful, hands-down winner:
This is my not so secret guilty pleasure. I will save my Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney for playing tasteful in front of strangers. Lord, now I feel like I have to dig out an old Wham! record. I know I have it somewhere, right with the Whitney Houston and Deniece Williams. Sweet mercy, is 80s music 'oldies' yet?
Show us your favorite literary character.
I'm not sure if there was ever an easier answer to a question. It's the romantic in me. It's the girl who likes the asshole, not the nice guy. The Fitzwilliam Darcy rocks my world. I'll take the swagger. I'll take the hubris. I'll take the rudeness...and the slight goofiness...check out that picture of wet!Darcy!I wonder that this is more about my fangirlish tendencies rather than actual quality of character, and yet...I could pick Elizabeth Bennett, but no.
Mmm, although, another sentimental favorite that comes a far second to Darcy? Zhao Min from Jin Yong's Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.
Here she is played by Kitty Lai in the 1984 TVB adaptation. She, I adore.
Show us your Mii.
Gar. I went to an online generator, and I could only generate my face. Hmm. Now that's a sentence.
Behold.
My Mii's body is medium sized all around, and sheathed in black. When put to play, she moves around and reminds me way too much of Edna Mode.
I could so be a cartoon character. Voiced by Brad Bird.
This reminds me that my hands are itching, and I ought to either get me to a place I can play, or buy one of my own.
Conundrum.
ETA: For comparison, I take you back to my first image on the vox:
ETA II: I post for you, Wish Bear's interpretation of Mii. Because maybe she can see me better than I can, because I hope for the best when I look in the mirror?
Audio: Share a song that fits the moment you're living right now.
Inspired by cherè.
I've held off posting this week, not out of sloth, but out of burn-out. I've had a shit week already. I found out that two people close to me had their loved ones pass away; that was Monday. I woke up with a migraine Tuesday, and took a handful of OTC and prescription meds. They wore off by noon. I went home and slept it off in a hot bath. Today really wasn't so bad, but I did curse up a blue storm when I realized that I had to go to a talk after class, and I didn't think I was appropriately dressed. I then briefly debated stripping off my jeans and seeing if I could get away with wearing my long underwear as skinny black leggings underneath my wool coat. *shudder* It was a moment of lost sanity. Clearly. Don't worry. I didn't do it. I kept my pants on, but my hair was a ball of static. I must have run into a bathroom a half dozen times to try to wet it down. No dice. Happily, I know a little bit more about capital markets and foreclosure, and my hair is still falling across my forehead quite nicely. Haircut success? Decision still out.
...Have ya'll realized yet that this post is beyond a simple discussion of music? I know that music isn't simple, but in my world, it is because I know so little...
Of course I picked more than one song. But really, had I done what I wanted, I would have crapbombed this post with depressing chick music. Tis my normal cup of tea. However, I searched within the albums I'm currently cycling on my Sansa -- seemed the better part of valor.
Oh, heavy emotions. This is why I don't like to discuss these things normally, but this is what has defined my week.
By the way: SUCK. I went on a fucking tirade about how I'm not allowed to die last. This is why I've maintained all along that I'm planning on dying waaaay before retirement age. It's selfish, but I've seen hurt, I've felt hurt (and it's secondary!) -- terrible. It's so wrong to want to save myself from all this, isn't it?
Song, the second, is more about the senior slump I'm experiencing, and yet not. The lyrics don't quite match, but it's kind of a pep talk to myself if I think about it. Behold:
It's funny. iTunes tried to tell me that Cupid's Chokehold is a part of this album, but wasn't it on the previous one? Are they telling me this because they're playing it on MTV like it's new?
Anyhow.
That just reminds me that I should be beyond MTV. I need to grow up. Which also depresses me. I mean, I may spout random crap like the asshole MBA I'm about to be, but 96% of me wants to run and hide in the corner and just read Little Women and wonder why Jo let that bitch Amy take Laurie away...as opposed to doing something constructive with my time.
I need to read that book again.
Last song:
Some kids watched cartoons and have memories of Knight Rider and the A-Team. I have memories of kung-fu dramas part romance, part "gut you to avenge my family!" And then I rediscovered my obsession in college. I blame it on Bollywood. Okay, that's silver screen, but the overacting, storylines and colorful personalities are allllll soap opera.
Shit. I sidetracked. Anyhow. This, is TH-pop. Or is it? It's a trio of individually successful singers morphed together to form a [part-time?] sugar pop group. I honestly don't know what they are. That's one aspect of TH-pop that makes no sense to me. They form and break groups, go solo, start solo at will. I feel that they're all slashies: actors/models/singers/tv presenters. Digression. Again!
One way to describe this album is TH-pop forced into the mold of nostalgic American pop of days gone by. I feel like they could have been friends with Sandra Dee. If she spoke Thai and wore spandex.
So really this song was selected because I feel confused everytime I listen to the album/song, even though I do it willingly. I'm confused. I'm torn. Do I hate it? Do I love it? WTF is it?
Show us what's cookin'.
Submitted by Chance.
Today I was really conflicted over lunch. Monday's my only day to eat lunch at home during the week. And usually I do, because I enjoy leftovers. However, I woke up two hours late today, it's spitty rainy, and my nose is runny. Half of me said, do it, go to Papa John's, pick up a damn pizza and bread sticks, or stop by the little Japanese place and have a tempura Bento box. Which would have been awesome. Instead, I was prudent and came home. I heated up the pot of stock, boiled some water, and waited to make some egg noodles for lunch.
It was a good decision. Hot, filling, delicious. Although I wonder if I shouldn't have had rice noodles instead. I do have some fresh ones in the fridge. Maybe for dinner.
Off to class!
Show us a picture of your own handwriting.
Submitted by eclaire.
Yar. Seriously, if you've read my blog, you've got to know by now that I'm still in school, and I'm always somewhat preoccupied with school. So of course a writing sample will come from school. It happens that I yanked from my notebook and took pictures of some of my notes, just to let you know how mundane my life is.
I honestly think I've turned to my camera lately as a means to avoid productivity. I need to stop.
Show us the first thing you see in the morning.
Submitted by The Gaping MAW.
It depends. You might have read a previous post I had about my troubled relationship with sleep, waking up, alarm clocks and generally leaving my bed. This also translated to inconsistent positions when I wake.
This is position, the first. Usually this involves me crossing my arms over my chest like I'm freaking lying in a coffin. Wish Bear has been witness to this corpse-like sleeping. It would be odd to behold, but my bear-like snoring really prevents anyone from thinking I'm truly dead. That and the talking in my sleep. Note to self: record my sleeping one night.
Position, the second. Hanging over the damn edge. It usually follows that I crawl or slither out of bed at this point. If I have a leg hanging over the edge, this can also result in a roll off. Now, if I'm lucky, I'll step on one of the slippers I have lined in front of me (the black bootie slippers are not in the shot), I'll slip and then pull a fucking muscle before I've even brushed my teeth. This, is unpleasant at best.
I am nothing if not skilled. This should be a lesson to me, but I like my footwear close by, especially the comfortable kind that makes my feetsies happy. So the cycle of pain shall continue. Meanwhile, I'm wondering what papers are under my tote. I feel like I should be reading them...
Position, the third. If I'm actually flat on my back and lying very, very still. If I happen to be really reluctant to wake up, then I open them to half-slits...okay, sidebar. My friend just called me to talk about a tax code amendment, then he breaks in with, "Did you know Britney Spears is getting divorced?" The hell? I'm not reacting to the news, but to the person who broke the news to me. He's a thirty-something staid, conservative, dry government contractor who has never talked to me about anything remotely pop culture before in the two years we've been friends. Hello, he called me to ask about a tax code. The fuck?.../sidebar.
Back to the front view. One of my bookcases it at the foot of my bed, so that's also what I stare at first thing in the morning. On a bad day usually, because I must have been very tired the night before. So it's my bookcase. With moldy books I buy in used book shops, shameful chick lit and pop fiction. I kind of love my disorganized books.
Finally, view, the last. I must be sleeping on my right side, or half on my stomach. It's my papasan chair where I throw my pillow from my bed, and books I'm reading before sleep. I've had it for a while, and people have been known to sleep in it. I think Coralfly might have attempted it back in the day. It also appears that my neglected Korean language CDs are also there. Hmm.
I need to learn how to post shorter bits.
Show us your favorite T-shirt.
Submitted by Elisheva Chana.
It was either this one or the Communist Party shirt. I think this one has a greater sense of whimsy even though the other one has Marx in a party hat. This one also gets more hesitant looks from strangers. I don't know why.
Show us some cool lights.
Submitted by meg.
Dancing Bear said I could use the pictures of the chandeliers from my last posts, which I totally would have, but I thought to use my vice instead. I'm a fan of candles. Surprise. So anything that will let me use candles to greater amusement wins points with me. Thus, lanterns.
Show us something shiny.
Submitted by princesskasren.
I was going to my nose, but didn't think I needed to scare anyone. Instead, inanimate objects! I can never limit myself to one picture....
Same chandelier, now closer, lit, and clearer.
I kind of love laying on the floor and staring up on them when I'm feeling particularly sentient and in need of easy amusement. The crystals sparkle insanely well, and the lit picture doesn't properly show you how fucking blinding they are. It's good enough for me to go, "Ooooh, shiny," on most days.
More subtly shiny?
Jacques here is the jade plant I bought during my misguided "I can damn well keep a plant alive in my dorm room, see if I don't" first year in college. It was winter. I think I tried to feed him soda at one point. He lives to tell the tale, and is thriving like a freaking champion. He's shiny too.
