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digitaldiscipline
digitaldisciplineIn lieu of some of the shit I ought to be writing, but am in no proper frame of mind to do suitably, T gets her five random words. ("Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.")
Exercise: I don't have a whole lot of settings between "off," "completely half-assed," and "fuck you." As a consequence, I end up getting relatively gung-ho about stuff I enjoy or get a tangible benefit from doing. So, while it probably seems like I'm some kind of exercise junkie, and to an extent that's true (I enjoy being fit and active, and am a pretty good athlete), it's just that if I'm going to do it, I'm going to *do* it.
Goth: Enh, not so much anymore. Upon a time, it was, well, fairly central to who and how I identified myself. Now, it's relegated to a collection of snarky black t-shirts, scuffed to shit boots, the utilikilts, and knowing a whole fucking lot more about vampires than almost the entire Twilight fandom. My increasingly less-genial contempt for the club kids who look askance at me and my crew because we don't get dolled to the nines is bred of the fact that I have more and better things to do (see Exercise, above) coupled with the fact that, at this point, tossing them for distance seems like it would be more fun than trying to get laid by them.
Warcraft: Still the world's prettiest chat client. I didn't salt the earth nearly as thoroughly as I could have when I resigned from my guild, but the temptation to bitchslap people with the cluebat of loving justice remains strong. I still enjoy it, but am looking forward to something new to do.
Kilt: The public needs more exposure to legs like mine. I provide a public service, dammit. And any garment with pockets big enough to hold a thick paperback is a plus.
Testosterone: I'm unrepentantly male. I make the stuff. I use the stuff. Hell, I may even secrete the stuff.
Exercise: I don't have a whole lot of settings between "off," "completely half-assed," and "fuck you." As a consequence, I end up getting relatively gung-ho about stuff I enjoy or get a tangible benefit from doing. So, while it probably seems like I'm some kind of exercise junkie, and to an extent that's true (I enjoy being fit and active, and am a pretty good athlete), it's just that if I'm going to do it, I'm going to *do* it.
Goth: Enh, not so much anymore. Upon a time, it was, well, fairly central to who and how I identified myself. Now, it's relegated to a collection of snarky black t-shirts, scuffed to shit boots, the utilikilts, and knowing a whole fucking lot more about vampires than almost the entire Twilight fandom. My increasingly less-genial contempt for the club kids who look askance at me and my crew because we don't get dolled to the nines is bred of the fact that I have more and better things to do (see Exercise, above) coupled with the fact that, at this point, tossing them for distance seems like it would be more fun than trying to get laid by them.
Warcraft: Still the world's prettiest chat client. I didn't salt the earth nearly as thoroughly as I could have when I resigned from my guild, but the temptation to bitchslap people with the cluebat of loving justice remains strong. I still enjoy it, but am looking forward to something new to do.
Kilt: The public needs more exposure to legs like mine. I provide a public service, dammit. And any garment with pockets big enough to hold a thick paperback is a plus.
Testosterone: I'm unrepentantly male. I make the stuff. I use the stuff. Hell, I may even secrete the stuff.
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DC
Feminism (or women's issues, more broadly... pardon the pun)
Politics
Goth Parenting
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[laughs] Oh, a lot of the time, this is so me.
Re: Goth, yeah, I think it's part of being a bit of an elder goth. You're comfortable with it, so it just becomes an easy default.
Hooray men in kilts!
Yes, you do secrete the stuff. In your sweat. Really. [grin]
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Colorado
Greyhounds
Monkey
Organization
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San Francisco
AGF
Period Costumes
Liberal
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Stealth Hippie
Poly
Reinvention
Type A
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Words!
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Stubborn
Iconoclast
New Orleans
Gnostic
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Linguistics
Books (book reviews, specifically)
InfoSec
Whatever the word for that O with the slash through it is, because it's more obscure than the umlaut.
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What do you mean, "type louder"?
Music
Covert Ops
Deafness
Resilience
3D
Re: For the challenge of it
Opinionated
Ross
Florida (the college)
Rhetoric
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Are you fucking kidding? If these ever became mutually exclusive I'd never set foot in the DNA again.
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Texas
Writing
Reclamation
Gigantic Hamburgers
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Oh why not?
Re: Oh why not?
Atlanta
Pinstripes
Flightless Asshat
Princess Potato
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Southern
Legal Underbelly
v.2
"Yes, Dear."