April 1st, 2003

A Pocket Full of Murder


24 is, on the whole, a very well-written and acted show, and seems to have a never-failing capacity to surprise me, but --

Was there ever a more useless and annoying character than Kim Bauer? Gah! It makes me glad I didn't watch the show at all last year, because two years of idiocy from her would be more than I could take.
A Pocket Full of Murder

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Gacked from Natasha, or at least I saw it on her blog most recently.

Act your age?: Sometimes less, sometimes more. I'm not sure how people my age are "supposed" to act, anyway.
Born on what day of the week?: Monday. Ha.
Chore you hate?: Washing windows.
Dog's Name: Never had one, don't want one. But one of my original characters has a rather intelligent husky named Nomad.
Essential make-up item: Cover stick. Why didn't anybody warn me when I was a teen that I would have to deal with acne for the rest of my natural life?
Favorite Actor/Actress: Right this very moment, it's Alan Rickman and Lena Olin, though that's not to say I've seen, or liked, everything either one of them has done. I just think they're both incredibly talented.
Gold or Silver?: Silver. Always. I've never understood why gold is considered more "precious", because to me it certainly isn't more beautiful. But then, I don't get what people see in diamonds, either.
Hand you write with?: Right.
Instruments you play?: Piano, clarinet, tenor sax and guitar. I haven't played any of the latter three for years, though, so they hardly count.
Job title?: Mother, Graphic Designer, Writer.
Kids?: Two, as everybody who's spent more than five minutes with me knows.
Living arrangements?: A nice little three-bedroom semi-detached, which my husband undertakes to improve on a regular basis. Tenant/friend living downstairs.
Make of vehicle?: Toyota Camry, though this may soon be changing to some sort of minivan.
Number of people you've slept with?: One. And very glad of that.
Overnight hospital stays?: Two. One when I was being monitored for possible appendicitis, and another after giving birth to my firstborn. Both times I was hugely uncomfortable and got no sleep. How do people get better in hospital?
Phobias?: Centipedes.
Quote you like?: "Tolerance is the virtue of a man without convictions" -- G.K. Chesterton.
Rock Groups?: Hm. I'm not against it, but I don't have a lot of "Rock" per se in my record collection. Change it to "Music Groups" and I'll say Talk Talk.
Siblings?: Three older brothers.
Time you wake up?: Never late enough these days. Anywhere from 6:30 to 7:15 a.m.
Unique habit?: Can't think of one at the moment.
Vegetable you refuse to eat?: Avocado (yes, I know it's a fruit, but it ought to be a vegetable because it's so disgusting).
Worst habit?: Procrastination.
X-Rays you've had?: Most recently, my teeth. This resulted in a filling. I was not amused.
Yummy food you make?: Indian Oven-Baked Chicken.
Zodiac sign?: Aries, for whatever that's worth (which in my opinion is very little).