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92 Useless Facts About Me: Episode 2
Sep. 15th, 2006 12:19 amEpisode 1
6. Azaleas
I've actually covered this topic fairly extensively in other stuff I've written, but I'm not sure how much I've mentioned it in this journal. See, I love azaleas. Really, really love 'em. They bloom around the start of March (on average; weird winters mean weirdly-timed azaleas), or at least that's when they bloom in Houston, and they are all over the place around this city, for some reason. Someday, when I have an actual house with room around it for actual plants, I definitely intend to have a Wall O' Azaleas, with as many different colors randomly thrown in there as I can find. (On a side note, azaleas play a sizable role in the symbolism of my Bad Adolescent Novel, which I still hope I'll be able to edit and -- sorry, it's just occured to me that "my novel" actually is one of my interests, so I'd better save this tangent for when I get to that one.) "Azaleas in bloom EVERYWHERE" is close to the top on my list of reasons I would find it difficult to move away from Houston.
7. B-Movies
This one I actually find oddly difficult to explain. I don't know, I just... really, really like the distinct feel that B-movies have. They're just... fun. Watching them is fun, and if they're good enough B-movies (cf. Snakes on a Plane), you get the impression that making them was fun, too.
8. Bach
Didn't even know he was on my list, really. I'm guessing I added him around the time of my senior recital, which included two Bach pieces: one very nice, sweet, friendly one, which was mostly a space-filler and actually was really easy, and one BIG LOUD THUNDERY AWESOME ONE, which is still one of my absolute favorite pieces I have ever played ever. EVER, YOU GUYS.
9. Bad Movies
This is an interest distinct from B-movies, I swear. Bad movies don't have to have the same kind of awesome fun feel, and B-movies don't have to be bad. Snakes on a Plane was a B-movie and a good movie; The Interpreter was awful, but definitely not a B-movie; Van Helsing was both bad and B.
10. Bayous
Oh look, it must be the Houston-themed episode of 92 Useless Facts. Honestly, I don't have any good reason for being fond of bayous, especially not the style of bayou we have in Houston, which is remarkably unlike the style of bayou they have in Louisiana. I just... am accustomed to them, I guess, and therefore have grown attached to them, ridiculous as it may be. Anyway, large parts of Buffalo Bayou are still pretty natural and very nice. In fact, it runs right behind my biofeedback therapist's office building, and since her building has glass elevators facing that direction and she periodically makes me ride on a glass elevator and try to control my anxiety (I hate glass elevators; I don't like being able to see how much I'm going up), I get to spend a fair amount of time looking at it. Even from as high up as the 8th floor, you can see most of the turtles, even smallish ones, and some of the big fish. There's one turtle I've seen repeatedly hanging out around there, a huge snapping turtle, that I estimate at around 4'6" across.
6. Azaleas
I've actually covered this topic fairly extensively in other stuff I've written, but I'm not sure how much I've mentioned it in this journal. See, I love azaleas. Really, really love 'em. They bloom around the start of March (on average; weird winters mean weirdly-timed azaleas), or at least that's when they bloom in Houston, and they are all over the place around this city, for some reason. Someday, when I have an actual house with room around it for actual plants, I definitely intend to have a Wall O' Azaleas, with as many different colors randomly thrown in there as I can find. (On a side note, azaleas play a sizable role in the symbolism of my Bad Adolescent Novel, which I still hope I'll be able to edit and -- sorry, it's just occured to me that "my novel" actually is one of my interests, so I'd better save this tangent for when I get to that one.) "Azaleas in bloom EVERYWHERE" is close to the top on my list of reasons I would find it difficult to move away from Houston.
7. B-Movies
This one I actually find oddly difficult to explain. I don't know, I just... really, really like the distinct feel that B-movies have. They're just... fun. Watching them is fun, and if they're good enough B-movies (cf. Snakes on a Plane), you get the impression that making them was fun, too.
8. Bach
Didn't even know he was on my list, really. I'm guessing I added him around the time of my senior recital, which included two Bach pieces: one very nice, sweet, friendly one, which was mostly a space-filler and actually was really easy, and one BIG LOUD THUNDERY AWESOME ONE, which is still one of my absolute favorite pieces I have ever played ever. EVER, YOU GUYS.
9. Bad Movies
This is an interest distinct from B-movies, I swear. Bad movies don't have to have the same kind of awesome fun feel, and B-movies don't have to be bad. Snakes on a Plane was a B-movie and a good movie; The Interpreter was awful, but definitely not a B-movie; Van Helsing was both bad and B.
10. Bayous
Oh look, it must be the Houston-themed episode of 92 Useless Facts. Honestly, I don't have any good reason for being fond of bayous, especially not the style of bayou we have in Houston, which is remarkably unlike the style of bayou they have in Louisiana. I just... am accustomed to them, I guess, and therefore have grown attached to them, ridiculous as it may be. Anyway, large parts of Buffalo Bayou are still pretty natural and very nice. In fact, it runs right behind my biofeedback therapist's office building, and since her building has glass elevators facing that direction and she periodically makes me ride on a glass elevator and try to control my anxiety (I hate glass elevators; I don't like being able to see how much I'm going up), I get to spend a fair amount of time looking at it. Even from as high up as the 8th floor, you can see most of the turtles, even smallish ones, and some of the big fish. There's one turtle I've seen repeatedly hanging out around there, a huge snapping turtle, that I estimate at around 4'6" across.
