March 3rd, 2005
|07:58 am - Self Portrait Day|
I participated in Self Portrait Day today!
My portrait and answers to the questions lie below:
1). What is your first name?
2). Where do you live and what do you do there?
I live in Minneapolis, MN with my sweetie of nearly 17 years. What occupies most of my time, as Just and Beneficent Ruler of the Universe, is trying to keep things running on an even keel.
3). Where were you when you first discovered the Internet and how old were you at the time?
I was a student at the U of MN, making me about 19 or 20, and was semi-active on a couple of local BBSes which were echoed to Usenet through Fidonet. I remember when we upgraded to a 1200 baud modem and the text just screamed across the screen!
4). What is your favorite sandwich.
There is, of course, only one true sandwich. It is the Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich. Specifically, it begins with whole-grain bread. (If you can smoosh a loaf up and make something that you can repeatedly bounce off walls, you don't really want to eat it.) Next comes the peanut butter, chunky of course, and with as little sugar added as you can get away with. (But not that hippie peanut butter you have to keep in the fridge; cold peanut butter sucks.) Then the jelly, or to be more specific, the strawberry preserves. (Do not go the way of the grape jelly, those heretics will burn in everlasting damnation.)
5). On a Sunday evening I can be found ....
Catching up on what my TiVo has dutifully saved for me during the week.
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: No Place For You--Paul Westerberg--Stereo
|Date:||March 3rd, 2005 04:32 pm (UTC)|| |
the real PB
Dude, come ON. That hippie peanut butter? HIPPIE? Oh man, that stuff is as PURE as the freakin' driven snow! Shoot, I'm not even gonna grind them next time, just throw some jelly in a bag and go to town.
I am way too passionate about peanut butter.
|Date:||March 3rd, 2005 05:13 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: the real PB
Hey, I'm all in favor of the pure peanut butter. There was a brand I could get for a while that was peanuts and one other kind of oil. It stayed spreadable without separating in the cupboard. Sadly, I can't find it anymore and fall back to the Skippy of my youth. But peanut butter in the fridge, man, that's just cruel. You want a sandwich and you have to wait for the PB to thaw. Or you microwave it and end up with runny PB. Either way, you are delayed the gratification that comes so easily with room-temp PB.
|Date:||March 4th, 2005 04:55 am (UTC)|| |
Re: the real PB
I agree, the one true PB is Skippy Super Chunk. yum yum