About altTedium
- I got my first e-mail address in 1992.
- I bite my fingernails and chew on my fingers, particularly when stressed.
- I’m afraid of storms.
- I love being asleep.
- I get up most weekdays around 4:15 a.m.
- The actual time varies because my alarm clock is set upwards of a half-hour fast, so who knows what time it is really?
- Which is the whole point: if you got up at 4:15 a.m., wouldn’t it be better not to know?
- Around the same time we got those e-mail accounts, my school friends and I discovered Usenet.
- We started an e-mail group we called “alt.tedium” in which we discussed the events of the day and debated the tedious virtues of artistic integrity.
- If that’s not the precursor to a blog, I simply don’t know what would be.
- I’m a big fan of the pomegranate.
- My NintendoDS BrainAge ™ is currently 23.
- You couldn’t pay me enough to be chronologically 23 again.
- Except that when I was 23, I got my first e-mail address and discovered Usenet, so how bad could it be, really?
- So I guess that makes me all old-skool, yo.
- I’m not very good at keeping in touch with people.
- I practice fake accents sometimes.
- I’ve watched whole episodes of stupid BBCAmerica shows solely to hear someone Scottish say “trousers.”
- My special birthday dinner for many years as a kid was burned hot dogs, Waldorf salad, kugel, and homemade chocolate cake.
- I hate the feeling of rubberized raincoats against my skin.
- I know that should be a metaphor for something else, but it’s not.
- I enjoy phrases like “a metaphor for something else,” because it’s redundant and vaguely obfuscatory, which makes me tediously pedantic, but whatever.
- It’s my blog, so what else would you expect but tedious pedantry?
- I’ve seen The Monkees perform live, twice.
- I told myself that I had a crush on Davy Jones, but in my secret heart, I knew I was more a Mike Nesmith kind of gal.
- But it was really George Harrison all the way.
- Left to my own devices, I’d spend entirely too much time watching VH1’s Celebrity Fit Club.
- I’ll watch just about any sitcom, if it airs in re-runs between 3:00 p.m. and 8:00 p.m.
- At my fastest, I can type 60+ words per minute.
- I cannot type numbers anywhere near that fast.
- Perhaps unrelatedly, I appear constitutionally unable to do math in my head.
- I’m all Advil.
- I like throw blankets.
- Pepperidge Farm’s Pizza Goldfish are surprisingly tasty.
- I hate mass-market-sized paperbacks. I can’t hold them without my thumbs going numb.
- Particularly gruesome or painful-sounding stories also make my thumbs go numb. Double points if the story is itself about injuries to thumbs.
- I’m afraid of ice underfoot, so much so that I once broke my elbow falling on the sidewalk after I purposely stepped on a small patch of ice for the sole purpose of getting over my fear.