I Love Junk

Yeah, it’s been months since I’ve updated. The last few months have kept me either sick or busy, so this took a backburner. But I’m trying to get back on the rickety tricycle that is life, so I should be back to this soon.

Meanwhile, here’s a meme I ganked from Mystie. Consider it a warm-up exercise, if you will.

Here are the rules: 1) Link back to the person who tagged you. 2) Post the rules on your blog. 3) Write six things about yourself. 4) Tag six people at the end of your post by posting links to their blog sites. 5) Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their site. 6) And let your tagger know when your entry is up.

1. My first celebrity crush was Danny Bonaduce.

As I plan to write more about soon, I grew up in a weird fusion of different decades, never knowing the difference between what was current and what was from my mom’s generation.  This resulted in some hilarity, particularly when I got addicted to The Partridge Family and developed a weird crush on the middle son, Danny. Danny Partridge was your standard “lovable brat” character. Think of him as a Dennis the Menace or Bart Simpson for the 70s, but with red hair. I guess I hit my “bad boy” phase at the tender age of seven. How was I supposed to know these were reruns, and by the time I saw them, Danny was a creepy washed-up druggie in his mid-thirties? Lousy confusing childhood. I also once wrote on a Girl Talk card that my future husband would be Don Adams, better known as the original Maxwell Smart. My mom pointed out he was very old by then, but I was all “So? He has a shoe phone!” At least I had my priorities straight.

2. I love small, enclosed spaces.

For some reason, ever since I was a little kid, I’ve loved to crawl up in small spaces and hide out in them. We had, and still have, an entertainment center with a decent-sized cabinet in the side. I’d crawl up in there and pull the door almost closed and just chill. When I got too big for that, I’d drag some Barbies into my grandma’s closet and play there. I always loved the idea of a tiny attic bedroom or even a cupboard bed, and I’d totally love to stay in one of those Japanese capsule hotels. In fact, one summer when I was older than I care to admit here, I thoroughly cleaned out my own closet, dragged a sleeping bag and a radio in there, and used it as my own personal fortress, which I slept in every night. It’s a good thing I have understanding parents, or I’d have ended up on all kinds of interesting medication.

3. I once helped name a Harry Potter shipping.

When I was in high school, I hadn’t read any of the Harry Potter books yet. But a friend dragged me to the first movie when it came out, and being the perverse weirdo that I was, my main reaction was “Dude, Harry and Ron are totally gay for each other”. So, along with a fellow Dodger by the name of Cyclone, I sat down to try and think of a name for this glorious shipping. (For those who are less geeky than I am, a shipping is just a pairing of characters you believe/want to believe are romantically or sexually involved in some way.)  We decided on Candyshipping, since they shared their candy on the train when they first met. Kinda lame, but 5 seconds of Googling tells me it seems to have caught on. I’m not 100% sure this came from us and not from someone else with the same idea, but it’s nice to think I may have made a contribution to what grew to be a scary, scary fandom.

4. I’d go straight (or at least bi) for the Take-Home Chef guy.

Hey, that rhymes!

5. I collect catalogs I’m never going to order anything from.

For reasons I can’t fully explain, I absolutely love catalogs of all kinds. Makeup catalogs, office supply catalogs, those leaflets that come in the newspaper advertising mediocre furniture stores, anything. In my bathroom magazine rack I currently have three different catalogs from Sephora, including one from 2004; one of those ridiculous airline catalogs; a ThinkGeek leaflet that came with a Christmas gift; one of those “Buy 5 items for 40 cents each!” ads from a New Age book club; and most bizarrely, a Montessori school supply catalog. I wish I had some interesting explanation for this, but really I just like to look at all the pictures.

6.  My religious beliefs change almost constantly.

I figured I’d throw in at least one fact that’s not totally frivolous, so here you go. I’ve been everything from Christian to Taoist to Wiccan to wannabe-Jew. I seriously celebrated Chanukah one year with 8 random candles I scrounged up from around my house. That was really weird at the time, but now I’m a Unitarian and can celebrate whatever the hell I want. I don’t think I can convince anyone I need Rosh Hashanah off work, though, unfortunately. But either way, I’m constantly changing my mind about what’s the best way to express my spiritual side, and frankly that’s fine with me. I enjoy the process.

Also, cocks.

Oh yeah, I’m supposed to tag 6 people. Most of my friends have private blogs, so no linkies here, but I’ll tag Roni, Fez, Spiffy, and Terry. I can’t really think of anyone else, but if you read this and it looks like fun, HAVE AT IT.