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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.
