Oh, this is gonna be a fun reblog (NY mag)
Whee!
(originally via lovepuppy, Mr. Peter W. Knox did it, too)
me: VerenaAge: 24Job: Associate Editor, Huffington PostCareer: WriterNeighborhood: The border of Murray Hill. But my heart’s in the Village.Who’s your favorite New Yorker, living or dead, real or fictional?
I have no idea. I’ve stared at this question for 8 minutes now and actively googled “famous new yorkers”. Still no clue. Sorry.
What’s the best meal you’ve eaten in New York?
Dinner atMarketTablePeter Luger’s.In one sentence, what do you actually do all day in your job?
Read and make the internet.Would you still live here on a $35,000 salary?
Been there, done that, almost doing it right now.What’s the last thing you saw on Broadway? Wicked…I saw La Traviata on Wed at the Met. Does that count?
Do you give money to panhandlers?
Yup. Who cares what they spend it on? Their life is most definitely more miserable than mine.What’s your drink?
Water or Extra Dirty Martinis.How often do you prepare your own meals?
Does Shin Ramyun (spice korean ramen) count?What’s your favorite medication?
Advil. Or my migraine med (maxalt). Ooh, and beta-blockers.What’s hanging above your sofa?
um. a flatscreen? we just moved in. we’re still working on the whole “decorating” thing.How much is too much to spend on a haircut?
over $100, including tip.When’s bedtime?
I like to be asleep by 11, but usually the internet and/or tv usurps that plan.Which do you prefer, the old Times Square or the new Times Square?
Probably old. There were less tourists then, right? I hate tourists.What do you think of Donald Trump?
Gross.What do you hate most about living in New York?
Tourists.Who is your mortal enemy?
Hmm. I don’t think anyone I actually know is my mortal enemy. I feel like “mortal enemy” implies that you’d want to kill them. That’s a little agressive.When’s the last time you drove a car?
December. In Memphis.Who should be the next president?
O-bamaTimes, Post, or Daily News?
HuffPo! (Sorry. Shameless plug. Whatever, we’ve got OBAMA writing for us: check it.
Where do you go to be alone?
My bed. Except I’m not alone, because Dums - my Frenchie - is always in it with me.What makes someone a New Yorker?
Feeling like everywhere else is nowhere near as interesting.