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The problem with LJ is that we all think we are so close, and really, we know nothing about each other. I'm going to rectify it. I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about.

Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.

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did you go to college, and if so, what did you study?

bonus question: studies show that people born in 1977 are way cooler than everyone else. do you agree?

I did go to college, and finished, even.

I studied journalism, which didn't work out, then computer science, which didn't work out in a much more dramatic and confrontational way, and finished up with a BA in psychology, with a minor in communications.

Bonus answer: Totally. We rule. We get death of Elvis *and* release of Star Wars.

What sort of dramatic and confrontational way does one 'not work out' with computer science? This sounds like a story worth hearing...

Bonus counter-answer: Nuh-uh! 1974 yields the resignation of Tricky Dick, the official release of Dungeons & Dragons, *and* the death of Skylab.

1965. The Grateful Dead.

I think that ends THIS discussion...

Well, it went a little like this:

My introduction to the world of majoring in computer science came in a semester in which I only had room to take two major courses. So I started with the pre-reqs for the major, which were COBOL I and Business Computing Applications. The COBOL class was graded essentially on four programs and a final exam. I was pretty good at the theory of the thing, and wrote code without any difficulty. However, all programs had to be submitted in compiled form, and for the life of me, I could not get any of my code to compile. I tried different installations of the program, I tried other people's computers, I had other people check my code over and over again for errors, and nobody could give me any good answer as to why in the name of all the gods my code would not compile. I mean, it wasn't like it would compile with errors, it was like it would take my code, chew on it for a little bit and then output *nothing*. So I would turn in the uncompiled program, which would, of course, not do anything, and I would get no credit. So when it came time to take finals, I discovered that I had earned 0 of 80 points for the class, and the best I could possibly do in the class was a 20. So I didn't even bother to show up for finals. So, not only did I fail COBOL, I failed with a 0 average, which is pretty exciting, considering that I actually, you know, went to the class and learned stuff.

The confrontational part was in the other class, which I also failed. Now, keep in mind, this was a class in which they taught you about *how to use computers in business*, which is an area in which I'm pretty proficient. How did I fail this class? Well, it had to do with folders. All work had to be submitted in this yellow folder that the professor had given us at the beginning of class. And one day, toward the end of the class, I missed a class in which the folders were returned to us. There was another project coming up, and I needed that folder, so I asked the professor about it, and he said sure, he'd bring it to the next class. He did not do this. I asked about it again, and got the same answer. The next class came, and there was no folder. He says "I keep forgetting it. Why don't you come around to my office and get it tomorrow?" So the next day, I go up to the CS department office, and he's not there. So I see the folder sitting on top of his desk, and I ask the department secretary if she could get it for me, because I was running late for my class, and couldn't sit around and wait for him to get back, and the work was due like the next day. So she gives it to me, and I go on my merry way, finish my project, put it in the yellow folder, and turn it in at the next class. No big deal, right? Wrong, apparently. At the next class, he pulls me out of class into the hallway and rages at me for a ridiculously long time about how I was stealing things out of his office, and I couldn't follow the rules, and he was not going to accept this project because I was a theif, and he wasn't going to let me take the final exam, either, and see if that taught me. I tell him I was never even in his office, he says I'm a liar as well as a thief. You who know me know that I have very little patience for raving nutjobs. I left the class. I went to the Dean and filed a complaint, but between this crazy man and the fantastic way in which I was failing COBOL, I decided the whole thing wasn't really worth following up on. And that is how I did not graduate with a Comp.Sci. degree.

And, yeah, that stuff is pretty cool, but um... release of the first personal computer, and the Porsche 928. Heh.

i agree! i agree! way way cooler!

You know, I was all set to fuck with your head on this one, and turn the question back on you, and ask you what YOU think I should know about you but don't...but you can't outmindfuck the mindfuck master, so I'll play along like a nice..er....something. :) smooches!
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What was your first day of kindergarden like? Were you cool with it? Did you cry? Throw a fit? Stomp on the teacher's foot and steal everybody else's crayons? Start a business? What?

Seriously, I don't remember this at all. My memories of childhood are fairly few and far between. Things I remember from kindergarten include:
- thinking uniforms were bizarre, since it made it very difficult for me to tell people apart (facial feature perception has never been a real strong suit - I'm better at it now than I ever have been, which is scary)
- having an argument with the teacher about coloring apples green. She for some reason insisted that apples should be red.
- thinking that first-graders were *HUGE*

What was your major in college? This, of course, assumes a college degree. Which I am assuming. Which might be incorrect. Hence the question.

Psychology, with a concentration in psychometrics and research psych. Bwa. Ha. Ha.

do you have any sexual interst in me? and if yes, can we make a date for GA next September?

Yes, and maybe. Hell is awfully crowded these days, and any further additions must be cleared through the other two thirds.

When I'm hunting for five-bugs-fucking bugs under your bed, are you going to help, or stare at my ass?

Stare at your ass. I have no intention of getting any closer to the five-bugs-fucking bug than strictly necessary.

I was going to ask the same question that rio_luna asked (minus the 'meeting in GA' part, since I'm not in GA) but rio_luna beat me to it. (I'd say "curse you, rio," but not w/o knowing whether rio is a he or a she and thus might inflame my imagination.) So my question is:
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Do you have long-term life and career goals, and, if so, what are they?

i'm a gal. at least my daughter calls me mommy and i can bleed for 5 days without dying, so there you go.

Hey, works for me. Thanks.

Nope. I mean, I harbor a vague desire to write D&D modules and get paid for it, but that's a geekier thing than I'm generally willing to admit to.

Why do you avoid being blond(e)?

oh word, G. word.

Because when I'm blonde, my hair color is too much like my skin color and I look really faded and ill. Also, because I think that my personality is more in tune with red hair than blonde, and I think it's only fair to give people warning.

I'll certainly agree with the second part of that.

I'll reserve judgment on the first until I see pictures.

Have you had sex wearing the spiked leather collar and cuffs (with spawn-like chains) that I made for you?
Additionally, what is your favorite flavor of ice cream?

No, I have not. Which is a damned shame, really, if you think about it.

Also, honey-ginger.

Honestly, I have never heard of let alone tasted honey-ginger ice cream. Perhaps this is due to some childhood deficiency I will blame on my parents. Be sure to rember what I said last night about tying a rope around the head of the bed. Oh, and have fun!

Actually, it's a flavor they only seem to have at Murray's. Which is why Murray's reigns supreme over all other purveyors of ice cream.

And despite what you may believe about our household, we do, in fact, have sex without props, costumes, or stage equipment, and enjoy it. :)

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Chronarchy started it!

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I must beg to Differ

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tee hee hee

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if you insist...

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i guess we're the On Deck Love Staff

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the 'real' question

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I think I should know this about you

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Honey-ginger?

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