I am happy to say that Delurk Fest 2008 was a tremendous success!
We had double digit delurking, folks!
Much thanks to everyone who came out to say hi. It is nice to have a better sense of who is privy to my thoughts, not to mention I found some fantastic new blogs, all at once.
Also, stemming from that last post, I have more than a few questions to respond to. In fact, more than it feels reasonable to cover in a single post, so this will be completed in multiple editions (hey, at least it keeps me from complaining about what a bitch my umbrella was for a week or so, right?). Without further ado...
ttcmb asked "If you were a real superhero, not a vengeful one, what would your superpower be and why?"
Hey? Who says a vengeful superhero isn't a real one?
Actually, it is probably against the superhero code of ethics to be based solely on revenge, isn't it? Probably the same for any of the deadly sins.
Damn, I guess my super sloth powers are out.
I actually think I would go with mind-control. It seems like that is a good way to eliminate evil without all the violence.
Larissa asked "What's the best date you've ever been on?"
My main squeeze, The Duke, and I had a whole lot of chemistry that was seemingly being held in by the weakest of threads by the time our first date rolled around. It didn't start out especially spectacularly-- a quick coffee, and then a crappy romantic comedy. However, a few minutes into the movie, we had our first non-furtive moment of physical contact when he grabbed my hand. The feeling of his fingers brushing up against my wrist and knuckles was absolutely electric, so much so that every brush of his skin was infinitely more exciting than the mediocre dialogue playing out in front of me. After the film, we quickly fled to a secluded beach, and returned home late that night, hair wet from the rain, feet full of sand. And the rest, as they say, is history.
Yoda just wants y'all to know that he's mega crushing on me.
Maxie asked about my worst date.
In all honesty, I haven't dated a heck of a lot. It could be a small town thing, but while I was growing up, we were a little black and white-- you were with someone or you weren't.
That being said, I did make the mistake of going on a blind date once.
Don't judge-- I was 14, and doing my friend's boyfriend a favour.
I wasn't too impressed when he turned out to look like he never closed his mouth.
I was even less impressed when the other duo in our double date decided we should all go down to the waterfall, aka. make-out point, so they could, well, make out.
It was there, sitting on the rocks, trying desperately to avoid any eye contact for fear of a pouncing kiss, that he asked me if I would hold his hand.
That's right... asked me.
And while I'm sure you are all cooing about how cute that is-- at 14, it was exceedingly lame.
And I didn't know how to say no.
And he did not let go of my hand the entire day, even when downtown, even when running into people he knew.
And he was so angry when I didn't want to "go out" with them that he suggested writing "for a good time, call Princess P" on a telephone pole.
Jocelyn asked "Who was the best teacher you ever had? Why?"
My best teacher was Ms. S, who taught me throughout Grades 9-12, mostly in Drama, as well as Writing. She just had a spirit of genuine kindness and care about her. I think it was literally impossible for her to every be jaded with the world. She taught me to takes chances and gave the most heartfelt feedback. There is actually a Facebook group entitled "The influenced masses of Ms. S"-- she was that spectacular.
When I run into most of my teachers, they are thrilled to hear that I am pursuing a PhD. (Though my old music teacher declared it a travesty that I am now "officially" smarter than him). However, the first question she always asks me is whether I am still writing. She looks a little heartbroken when I tell her only in the academic realm.
I almost want to send her this url.
Mrs.4444 wonders "What is the meanest thing you ever did to someone when you were in gradeschool?"
After the sting of being nicknamed Scribbler due to my less-than-mediocre drawing abilities, I was actually hyperaware of the consequences of cruelty on others. So I never was one for pulling hair or spreading rumours, really.
In Grade 6, the geekiest boy in school was the first guy to ask me on a date. I panicked and took his phone number, saying I would tell him my answer over the weekend. I never did, although I'm sure I called a few friends when I got home.
Ironically enough, he ended up being gay. I wonder if I'm a little to blame for that.
Lisa wants to know if the Anti-Vexation Vixen will wear underwear outside her clothing.
I'm thinking yes, in hot pink.
Unfortunately, I cannot grant your request for a picture, for *sob* my laptop has no MS Paint. (any free online drawing site I can used?)
Ant trailed off a little in asking me "what colour underw..."
I can only assume he means what colour underwater mask I wear when scuba diving.
Unfortunately, though scuba diving is actually one of my dreams, I've yet to go, so I haven't chosen a mask yet.
To avoid disappointment, I'll just answer another unrelated question. My underwear today are yellow with blue polka dots. For serious.
James asked "If you were forced to spend 30 days locked up in a room with only basic amenities, and you were allowed to take 3 non electrical items in with you, what would those 3 items be?"
Eep. The non-electrical part-- i.e. no music-- may kill me.
A pen, the fattest pad of paper on the planet, and a toothbrush.
Great Canadian novel, here we come...
Seven asked "What is the most random snippet of conversation you've accidentally overheard?"
The funny thing is, for all the eavesdropping I do (being voyeuristic and all), you think I would have some better material.
One that sticks out? Sitting in front of two, ahem, rather skidly fellow (leather ball cap and all) on a bus ride out of town. One fellow had apparently just gotten a giant metal brace-type thing off his head that day, and used the word "festering" approximately 12 times in one sentence to describe the results. He then proceeded to elaborate on how much ass he was planning to get that night. I wanted to tell him he would have to ditch the rat tail and reduce his use of "festering" by approximately 600% to achieve that goal.
Leeeeemur requested that I create my own animal, a la Liger.
(This is where I wish I had MS Paint again)
My creation is the Uni-Sea-Corn.
A seahorse unicorn crossbreed.
Basically, a bright purple mini-unicorn that swims.
And the men carry the babies.
And it uses its horn for magic, to spear eels to eat, and to have epic battles with narwhals.
Coolest. Animal. Ever.
LittleSpoon is curious is to why her cats are such jerks.
It's because they are the reincarnation of Rasputin and Benito Mussolini. Who were pretty big jerks, too.I <3>
Deutlich had a few queries for me:
"What's your happy song? The one that just brings a smile to your face no matter what mood you're in."
Sucka Mofo by Northern State (first song on the media player. Do it.)
These chicks are fantastic, with lyrics like:
"Sir I know you may lack employment
But I don't exist just for your enjoyment
I'm just tryin' to get from Point B to Point A
So sucka' motherfucka' get out my way!"
"What's your biggest pet peeve?"
This varies pretty much daily, but a pretty constant one is restaurants that put onions in their food when it is not on the menu.
"If you had all the resources in the world, would you run for President? Why or why not?"
Number 1-- I'm Canadian, and I'm sure no one wants any of "our type" in the White House!
Number 2-- I'm waaaaay too sensitive. The first political cartoon with an oversized caricature of one of my physical flaws would make me cry.
I would use my resources to help a worthy candidate, though (aka. the biggest cop-out answer ever!)
That's probably all the Princess-y factoids you can handle in one sitting! Tune in for more... same Bat channel and so forth.