I got this from Carl's blog earlier this month:
1. What is your favorite work of horror fiction? Hmm. I don't really have a favorite work of horror. Horror scares me. I actually hate being scared unlike a lot of people who thrive on it. I was going to say something cutesy-ish and name Nora Roberts or Danielle Steele but that's just wrong.
2. What is your favorite work of science fiction/fantasy? Like there can be just one? Gateway to Woman's Country by Sheri Tepper, just to name one of my faves.
3. Who is your favorite monster? My kittymonster!
4. What horror movie gives you the most chills? Geez. All of them. I'm a wuss.
5. Freddy versus Jason? As if I saw anything more than the ads on TV.
6. What is your favorite Halloween treat? Reeses!
7. Ghosts or goblins? Ghosts. Preferably chatty happy ghosts with lots of gossip and historical tidbits. Knowing where a hidden treasure is wouldn't be amiss either.
8. What is your scariest encounter with the paranormal? Actually, I do have one, which, considering that I completely don't believe in it, is a little creepy.
I was on a road trip with a girlfriend and we were on Hwy 1 (up to Portland, I think). It was about ...well, midnight, actually and she decides that she absolutely has to pee, which I refuse to allow her to do in my car (I know, I'm just like that )and because it's dark and scary and freaking late at night I don't particularly want to stop. (Also it's possible that I've inherited my Dad's driving gene which means NO ONE STOPS UNTIL WE GET THERE).
But anyway. We're on that long stretch of beach/mountain/twisty road before it goes inland with not a lot of open populated anything. So she finally talks me into stopping, (possibly by threats and intimidation) and then makes me get out of the car (evidently so that I could help shriek hysterically if anything happened). She wanders off a few feet, and then comes back. We get into the car and drive off. Not saying a word. Right next to where we got out of the car, not 30 yards away (Approximately. I couldn't guess 30 yards accurately if my life depended on it, the point is, it was FREAKING NEXT TO WHERE WE WERE) the lot was fenced with that old wrought iron with the word "CEMETARY" strung over the entrance and the gravestones and engravings were clear in the moonlight.
We didn't say a word until we got to the motel, a couple of hours later. And then both said the same thing at the same time, "Did you see that?"
And it wasn't there on the drive home. I've never seen it again, and I've driven that road plenty.
9. Do you believe in ghosts? No. Why?
10. Favorite Halloween costume? Oh, undoubtedly something slutty. I was the cutest kitty cat in a black lace dress umpty ump years ago and BFF's husband managed to NOT get a picture. The one picture I actually posed happily for. Grr.
Knitting! I finished the Pirate Mittens! Did the final thumb this morning. If I did them again, (which I probably will, those are some cute mittens) I'd take fewer stitches for the thumb and put them on holders and pick up stitches at the sides - it was a little strained.
Whining... I had a migraine that wouldn't go away last week and a deadline Monday. Not a whole lot of knitting was done. Uh, he Pirate Mittens? I picked them up Thursday night, I think, and basically randomly knit them. I had to drop half the stitches to fix the design. Thank goodness it was the final inch or so, but I stayed far away from Mary Tudor. Until tomorrow.
Notice how that little side design of two white stitches one black between two solid black lines? Three solid lines. And then the first time I "fixed" it, I did 3 st in whte. Whoops. I used Gems Topax Pure Merino wool yarn and I have to say, I love that yarn. Soft, easy to knit, dreamy. Good thing I bought lots.
Read: The Smithsonian by Gore Vidal. Twisted, as you might expect. All about T and his adventures as a mathematical genius in a time warp at the Smithsonian in 1939. Huh. Not very descriptive. T is a 13 year old student who would rather play baseball and who, because his Algebra test was boring, doodles the next step on Einstein's theory. Or possibly the atomic bomb because they're all quite obsessed with it and Germany. He's invited to the Smithonsonian where he meets historical characters like Charles Lindburgh who befriends him, along with Grover Cleveland's young wife, Frankie. Most of the Manhattan Project scientists show up and there's a fairly reasonable explanation of the exhibits and their life after hours. (Reasonable to me, as I've always suspected it.) It was a good read. There was dabbling in the past to "fix" the future, but I think it was the history behind it that made it such a compelling read.
Who's Sorry Now by Jill Churchill. I actually started and finished this book this morning (I woke up r-e-a-l-l-y early). Enh. It was okay. She seemed a little off her game, but maybe she was trying to be ...stiffer? more formal? since it was a Grace & Favor mystery. I read it, but it seemed a little disjointed.
Reading: Gulliver's Travels. Whoo boy.
TV: No House tonight. [pout]. Law & Order Criminal Intent though. And Secrets of the Dead is back on Wednesdays on PBS at 8pm. Final episode of Season Three Project Runway Wednesday!
A&E is burning off their episodes of MI:5 on Saturday from 11am to 6pm (Pacific time). This is an absolutely brilliant spy series from the BBC that they've just choked off for some reason. True, Tom is gone and surfaced as Mr. Darcy, but still! They managed to air maybe two episodes - at 11pm - before it vanished. Until now. Grrr.
Gratuitous puppy pic! Who I have not seen in ages due to said deadlines and general badness as a BFF.