From the website of our friend, Cheddar X, the weekly questions!

1. How do you relax after a difficult day?

I don't, really. I tend to never be able to relax, ever EVER. Not even on holiday. The word "relax" and the connotations that come with it do not compute for me. If I do reach some modicum of relaxation, it is through the following:
- Quality company
- Champagne
- A hot bath
- A snuggle before falling asleep

2. What's your favorite form of transportation?

I enjoy many forms, in moderation. After all, a plane trip can be exciting, but only after a few hours (I have even taken the Sydney-London flight, which is the longest flight out there, topping off at about 25 hours. It was indeed hell, and not something I want to repeat, even though I very much want to go back to Sydney). I used to love boats, but ever since I was seasick one horrible time (now there's a story for another time) I have a paranoid fear of boats. There is no feeling-hangover, heartbreak, loss of satellite reception on the tv-that makes you wish you were dead more than seasickness.

3. What is your worst travel experience?

See the seasickness item above. Oh, all right-the story is this: some friends of ours bought a sailboat in Finland, and asked us to sail it with them from Helsinki to Stockholm in May. I thought this sounded terribly glamorous, and had images of me swilling martinis wearing a tiny swimsuit on the deck. In reality, I have never been so cold in my fucking life-at one point of the very rocky passage, it was actually snowing and we had an ice storm. It was wearing so many layers of clothes and a life jacket (since the sea was so rough) that I couldn't put my arms down, a la Michelin Man. I threw my guts up repeatedly, had more gas than a beached whale, and then stubbornly wound up steering the boat a record thirteen hours just so I could stare at the horizon and not be seasick. I have not been sailing since, and I don't see it happening anytime soon.

4. When did you know you were an adult? I.e. what event made you stop and recognize that you were no longer a member of "those damned kids"?

I was always kind of a grown-up anyway-I don't actually ever remember being very kid-like.

5. Why do you blog?

A chance to express myself, really. It's nice to be able to write, in complete anonymity, anything that's on my mind. I have seen criticisms that blogs are self-indulgent tirades, for the most part. Damn right, Skippy.

6. How does your real life persona compare to your blogger one?

I am much more honest on my blog than I am in real life. In reality, I don't really tell people deep or personal things about myself. I don't see the point. On a blog, it seems easier to let it all hang out-after all, the internet is the Land of Anonymity. And may it stay that way. I've had over 1,000 hits since mid-June, so perhaps I am doing something right.

-H.

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