Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Tickersoid tagged me, so here goes:

Six things about me

1. I had a kitten when I was 3 and it disappeared one day. At the corner of the street was a mailbox, and I asked the mailman every day if he would look in there for my kitty. I already know what you're going to say about this one.

2. Despite any typos you see here, I have excellent manual dexterity, and love doing things with my hands like needlework, beadwork and sewing.

3. I once made an alien autopsy kit out of papier-maiche for a friend's birthday. To get the goodies out, he had to make the Y autopsy incision in the 4' long green alien. I know - sick. But funny.

4. I have a collection of airline barf bags. Crown jewels of the collection are Sabena and Pan Am (sadly defunct) and Aeroflot. I also have a mad passion for collecting
floaty pens.

5. I trained as a classical vocalist in college and dreamed of becoming an opera singer. I still would like to, but I believe the professional realm kills the joy of any art. I practically have to sit on my hands when watching operas live - I always want to run up on stage and help out

(right : the immaculate Edita Gruberova as Queen of the Night in Mozart's Magic Flute, a role I would have sung)

6. Since I was a tiny girl I've always been able to strike up a conversation with just about anyone I see. I'm friendly, but can turn on a dime. If provoked, I can be incredibly intimidating. Cowardice is something I don't understand, and my blood boils when I see someone bullying other people


nongirlfriend said...

I love the kitty story! I wish you could have found it.

:P fuzzbox said...

I can understand #6. I can strike up a conversation with a tree stump if no one is around. I must put off some kind of aura regarding this as even when I don't really feel like talking strangers will start a conversation whenever and wherever I might happen to be.

I think it is awesome that you were classically trained since I can't carry a tune in a bucket.

Tickersoid said...

Where are you to be seen on karaoke night?

Did the kitten disappear about the same time you made the autopsy kit?

I'm only asking.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Weird things are happening as I am commenting, so if I gauchely double comment, my apologies.

I always went to the opera when I was a student, as I could get cheap tickets, now I just sing the Messiah at Christmas, much to my fmaily's chagrin. Love opera!

You are a fascinating woman!

Jay Noel said...

The alien autopsy kit sounds so kick ASS!!!!! Of course, you knew I'd love that kind of stuff.

LJ said...

Occasionally I begin to think we're the same person.
See #2 and #6.
Also, I would have asked the mailman, too.
And completely understand the urge to help performers out. One of the best things I ever saw (working for a dance school and prof. company)was a performance in which one dancer lost a hair comb. I watched her incorporate retrieving it into the choreography and wanted to stand up and scream "Bravo!"
You never cease to amaze me. That's wonderful!

phlegmfatale said...

nongirlfriend - yeah, the kitty story is kinda pathetic, isn't it? I'm sure the mailman thought I was pitiful - curly locks and big tragic blue eyes. That cat probably went off to greener pastures - mom wouldn't let it in the house no matter how I begged. She hates cats.

fuzzbox - husband says I am a nutball magnet, since I find odd people fascinating and I take them at face value, not judging. Until they tell me they're from California, and then I start forming an opinion.

tickersoid - I'm singing any time you get me and tequila in the same room, basically. Then there's the occasional howling at the moon. The kitten was circa 1969, and the alien autopsy was a few years ago. My mom would agree with you that cats are a product of alien species.

barbara - me? Fascinating? Probably not, I'm just easily bored and go on to the next thing with little provocation

phoenix - the alien autopsy kit was hilarious - I filled it with incense, candles, little goofy toys and a cd. it was a cornucopia of swank stuff. His birthday party was at a bar called "The Flying Saucer" which has the most incredible selection of fine beers and ales, particularly from Belgium - my favorite. Yum!

lj - yeah, that's weirdly comforting to me! Your beadwork is marvelous, and I'm flattered that such a cerebral and fun gal as you would feel a kinship with me! The haircomb thingie was clever and charming. Yes, opera! opera! Well, shit, at least i gave it half a shot. I still dream I'm singing opera all the time. I'm dramatic coloratura, Mozartean, and my fach (ideal repertoire for my voice and its motility) is Constanza from The Abduction from the Seraglio and QotN, as I mentioned.

mikster said...

I'm always good for talking to complete strangers too.

Dick said...

Interesting stuff there girl. The alien autopsy kit cracked me up.
Now I gotta wipe the coke spray off the screen.

Ben Heller said...

You're friendly but you can turn on a dime ? Should I be scared ? Nah...I like intimidating girls, and I'm one of those people who remains deliberately calm during an argument. It makes intimidating girls worse.

phlegmfatale said...

mike - doggone it - people LIKE us!

dick - *L* Glad you enjoyed it - I thought it was terribly clever at the time

ben heller - Oh, honey, I give an annihilating calm right back at 'em like nobody's business. Then they can bask in the radiating glow of my eternal contempt. But I'd prefer to be the sweet little celestial fruitcup. Your choice, bucko!

Dr. StrangeGun said...

Aeroflot actually bothers to issue barf bags? I'm amazed :)

phlegmfatale said...

*LOL* Meaning the whole Tupolev is a puke zone? Yes, strange but true.

Kyahgirl said...

What a funny list. I was wondering the same thing as Tickers about the kitty.

phlegmfatale said...

No, kyahgirl (I can't find your blog these days!) the kitty didn't go in the alien - It probably has great-great-great-great-great-great-grand-kittens running around the wilds of Mississippi by now.

Becky said...

That's so interesting that you trained to be an opera singer. I cannot sing one note on-key and have always been envious of those who can (and well).

phlegmfatale said...

becky - I've always believed that even if you have difficulty singing well, you can train your ear and voice to sing better. very few people are actually tone deaf