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graycardinalVia senmut , who assigned me D:
Something I hate: Deviled eggs. Actually, this is cheating slightly; what I have is an aversion (not an actual allergy, thank goodness) to eggs-as-eggs that manifested when I was very, very small, but deviled eggs are a particularly vivid squick-memory. This did not prevent me from eating well-done French toast, pumpkin pie, or any number of other things into which eggs are beaten/mixed/what have you (quiche would set it off, though), but it made it a Very Bad Idea for anyone to attempt to feed me scrambled eggs, hard-boiled eggs, fried eggs, deviled eggs, et cetera. My parents learned very quickly not to push the issue; it took my Scoutmaster two separate incidents before he granted the point and found me other things to have for breakfast. I am not sure of the degree to which the physical aversion reflex may persist nowadays, as it's been decades since I myself consciously pushed the issue, but it's not something I feel inclined to test, and I don't feel as if I'm missing much -- except occasionally when having breakfast in restaurants, where many menus completely fail to accommodate my eccentricity. :-/
Something I love: Diane Duane books ... all of them.
Somewhere I've been: the Deschutes River in central/eastern Oregon. This was one of the Scouting trips from my youth (taking place after the Scoutmaster had learned to accommodate my dietary issues); we went rafting/inner-tubing down the river, which I enjoyed a lot...until I got back to camp and realized that I had totally failed to consider the concept of sunscreen, and had -- per the old Cheetos commercial -- quick-fried to a crackly crunch. Ow. Just, ow. Still a fun trip, however.
Somewhere I'd like to go: Disneyland (any of them); I am among the benighted souls who've never been -- we were never the right kind of tourist travelers when I was growing up. (OTOH, we did do the Universal Studios tour once....) Amusingly, my mother eventually got to the original Disneyland by virtue of a professional conference, but I don't think my father has ever been either. My younger brother's family, who live in greater LA, have of course all gone...although lately I think it's mostly to see my nephew play in his school's marching band, which gets invited to play there from time to time.
Someone I know: D--, the above-mentioned younger brother, who is one of those unflappably multi-competent people you want around in an emergency. He also has two minor superpowers, at least one of which my nephew may have inherited. He can get from Point A to Point B without appearing to traverse the space in between (this is essentially ninja skill rather than teleportation -- we think), and he has the uncanny ability to find a parking place right near the front entrance of anywhere he goes.
A film I like: Dr. Syn, the Disney adaptation of the literary character (not the Bat-villain) the Scarecrow.
A book I like: Dark Angel by L. J. Smith; possibly the funniest of her "Night World" series, and the least constrained by the overall series continuity. (In particular: best execution of a Jedi-mind-trick joke I think I've ever seen....)
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senmut , who assigned me D:Something I hate: Deviled eggs. Actually, this is cheating slightly; what I have is an aversion (not an actual allergy, thank goodness) to eggs-as-eggs that manifested when I was very, very small, but deviled eggs are a particularly vivid squick-memory. This did not prevent me from eating well-done French toast, pumpkin pie, or any number of other things into which eggs are beaten/mixed/what have you (quiche would set it off, though), but it made it a Very Bad Idea for anyone to attempt to feed me scrambled eggs, hard-boiled eggs, fried eggs, deviled eggs, et cetera. My parents learned very quickly not to push the issue; it took my Scoutmaster two separate incidents before he granted the point and found me other things to have for breakfast. I am not sure of the degree to which the physical aversion reflex may persist nowadays, as it's been decades since I myself consciously pushed the issue, but it's not something I feel inclined to test, and I don't feel as if I'm missing much -- except occasionally when having breakfast in restaurants, where many menus completely fail to accommodate my eccentricity. :-/
Something I love: Diane Duane books ... all of them.
Somewhere I've been: the Deschutes River in central/eastern Oregon. This was one of the Scouting trips from my youth (taking place after the Scoutmaster had learned to accommodate my dietary issues); we went rafting/inner-tubing down the river, which I enjoyed a lot...until I got back to camp and realized that I had totally failed to consider the concept of sunscreen, and had -- per the old Cheetos commercial -- quick-fried to a crackly crunch. Ow. Just, ow. Still a fun trip, however.
Somewhere I'd like to go: Disneyland (any of them); I am among the benighted souls who've never been -- we were never the right kind of tourist travelers when I was growing up. (OTOH, we did do the Universal Studios tour once....) Amusingly, my mother eventually got to the original Disneyland by virtue of a professional conference, but I don't think my father has ever been either. My younger brother's family, who live in greater LA, have of course all gone...although lately I think it's mostly to see my nephew play in his school's marching band, which gets invited to play there from time to time.
Someone I know: D--, the above-mentioned younger brother, who is one of those unflappably multi-competent people you want around in an emergency. He also has two minor superpowers, at least one of which my nephew may have inherited. He can get from Point A to Point B without appearing to traverse the space in between (this is essentially ninja skill rather than teleportation -- we think), and he has the uncanny ability to find a parking place right near the front entrance of anywhere he goes.
A film I like: Dr. Syn, the Disney adaptation of the literary character (not the Bat-villain) the Scarecrow.
A book I like: Dark Angel by L. J. Smith; possibly the funniest of her "Night World" series, and the least constrained by the overall series continuity. (In particular: best execution of a Jedi-mind-trick joke I think I've ever seen....)
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