I was tagged by
. I won't pass it on by tagging people who might not want to be tagged (I always feel rather awkward about such things), but any readers who *want* to be tagged can certainly count themselves as having been.
1. Post these rules.
2. You must post 10 things about yourself in your journal.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 10 people and post their icons in the same journal.
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5. No tag-backs.
1. I am a pretty good cook - I rarely use preprepared foods, preferring to experiment with new combinations of various fresh ingredients. Here, try this and tell me what you think.
2. I have a *serious* crush on Sigourney Weaver. Wheeeee-whoooooo! But Tina Turner would get jealous, right?
3. I do not own a cell phone, have never owned a cell phone, and hope to never own a cell phone. I made myself a deal five years ago that if I ever actually needed one, I would get one the next day. Not happened yet. If I could, I would smash them all with hammers.
4. When I was twenty-two, some friends of mine in their late forties decided to induct me into the Old Curmudgeon Society, Youth Auxiliary, after watching me lecture for ten minutes some litterers who threw trash into the surf *when there was a trash can right next to them*. *low growl and starts growing hair all over, along with fangs and claws*
5. I teach chemistry, and love it! My job is my dream job, and I hope to have it to the day I die.
6. I'd prefer to die suddenly, of a heart attack, during summer vacation. That way I won't inconvenience any students by not showing up to class due to being dead, and the college would have time to replace me before the next semester started. If I can manage to do it in the meat section of the local supermarket, bonus points!
7. I have a truly warped sense of humor. Puns are about the best of it, and from there it only gets scarier.
8. I've pretty much given up on the whole dating/marriage/living in sin/passionate encounters/whathaveyou scene. It never ends well. I'm much happier without all that drama making a mess all over the place - ever tried to get sturm and drang out of sofa cushions? It's worse than blood. Not, er, that I have much experience with getting blood out of sofa cushions, that's just what I *heard*. Got it? Right.
9. I like people, but I don't need people to be happy. I can enjoy a day out with a bunch of friends just as much as a day in by myself ... and vice versa, tautologically.
10. I am basically the same person now that I was 20 years ago, and I expect to be the same person in another 20 years. Same personality, also same appearance - I could use a photo from 20 years ago as my current photo for a passport with no problems. Apparently I got stuck in time, but I'm happy with when I'm at, so why kick about it?