Knowing each other meme

[figmo]

Shamelessly snarfed from folkmew and many others...

This is the problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, but in actuality 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. Ask away.

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

Comments

[mihrimah.livejournal.com]

Why did you decide to go into radio?

[figmo.livejournal.com]

I'd always been fascinated by radio and by news. When I was a kid my best friend and I used to play DJ, talking up the songs just like the DJs did on the radio in the 60s.

It really hit me, though, when I was 17 that I belonged in broadcasting. I was interning at New Jersey Public TV and was shown the newsroom. The male anchor was calling out on a story. He was putting significant effort into it. I saw how the story manifested itself into what we call a "reader" on the 10 o'clock news, but at the same time, someone had died and he'd taken care to get the word out.

I knew then that I belonged in broadcast news.

I also like the adrenal schedule of broadcasting. Like me, it goes between stop and frenetic with little in-between.

As for why radio and not TV? I don't have the looks for TV, and there's more longevity (and wor) in radio.

[poltr1]

Since I first heard of you from Harry Smothers, I gotta ask: How did you first meet Harry?

[figmo.livejournal.com]

OVFF, 1992. We both attended. We got to know each other more, though, at OVFF '93 and at Musicon '94.

[catalana.livejournal.com]

Have you had other dogs besides Lady? If so, tell me about them please! (If not, tell me more about how you got Lady!)

[figmo.livejournal.com]

The first dog I ever lived with was a nasty black standard poodle named Peppy. This dog hated children, and I was a child being introduced to his household. Peppy nearly took my eye out on a couple of occasions. My cousins in my age group still shudder at the mention of his name.

Were it not for other dogs of relatives and friends of the family, I probably would have grown up hating dogs, but I quickly learned Peppy was an anomaly. My Aunt Julia and Uncle Sam had a sweet silver miniature poodle named Beau who was as mellow and fun as Peppy wasn't; they lived a couple of blocks away. Beau unfortunately had a premature death due to cancer. Peppy lived to a ripe old age of at least 14 or 15. I was told Nanny and Pop-Pop had taken him back to the puppy farm when they got their townhouse because "it would have been too small for him." Given the way my family was prone to lying about death (with the notable exception of Aunt Julia and Uncle Sam), I suspect he might have died from old age.

Across the street from my maternal grandparents lived a guy who had a "Beware of Dog" sign on his gate. The dog behind the gate was always something small and friendly; the one I remember the most was a sheltie. To this day I refer to dogs behind such signs as "Beware of" dogs and giggle when I see them. Next door, their neighbors always had a pekingese named Ginger. The first Ginger lived to be 22 and mellowed with age. She didn't like kids much, but would just avoid them. Eventually she went blind and forgot she didn't like kids. :-)

Grandmom's friend Rita also had a pekingese named "Peekie." He was a riot and lots of fun to play with. Then there was Uncle George's dog Laddie, a big, fluffy rough collie (and a sweetheart). My Uncle Mickey had a silver poodle named Napoleon that seemed to be eternal when I was growing up. I remember him with yellow-green painted nails (giggle)....

Back on the home front, once it was determined my brother wasn't allergic to dogs, we got a Yorkshire Terrier who got dubbed "Djinn-Djinn" (from "I Dream of Jeannie"). Djinn-Djinn was a character and was very protective of us. He'd attack empty UPS boxes and hated anything with a uniform.

When I got on my own, a month after Djinn-Djinn died, I got Fuzzball. She was my first dog I'd had on my own. Fuzzball was a Bichon Frise, and still holds a very special place in my heart. This dog was "microphone trained" in that I could do traffic reports with her snout pointing into the mike and nobody would know there was a dog there. She was a good judge of people, too. When I needed someone to screen people, I'd try to have them meet her because the few times she didn't like someone, she was right on all counts.

I lost Fuzzball three years ago on November 9th. Lady is wonderful, but she's not my "canine alter ego" the way Fuzzball was.

[aliza250.livejournal.com]

How did you get connected to the Elbows/Suspects crowd?

[figmo.livejournal.com]

Dave Caswell and I are on another mailing list. I was dating a guy who lived in Massachusetts, and I wanted to have an instant "friend base" out there in the event I decided to relocate there.

That's when Dave Caswell said, "You belong on elbows." That was over a decade ago.

The relationship didn't work out, but the friendships did. :-)