1. Describe your phone lock screen.
Non-existent. I had one for a while, but it annoyed me to have to type in a password to get into my phone. I do have one on my laptop, courtesy of Microsoft. I’m not too fond of that either.
2. What does your favorite coffee mug or tea cup look like? Post a pic.
It’s a tall travel mug that I use to drink water.
3. Tell us about a regional food favorite of yours that you think the world simply must try.
Well, I wouldn’t eat it, but for people who like something unusual to try, it would be octopus. My dad loves it and talked me into trying it. “It tastes like chicken!!” he said. Uh, no, Dad, it doesn’t taste like chicken. Besides, I had a pet, baby octopus when I was a kid, and I don’t think I could eat a pet. If cooked properly, I suppose octopus could be good… Japanese cooks excel at cooking most seafood. If it’s cooked incorrectly, it’s very rubbery. In Japan and Korea, it’s common to eat live baby octopi because, well, this quote: “…enjoy more than just the taste of the fresh meat; they enjoy the sensation of the still-active suction cups on the octopus’ arms as they stick to the mouth and attempt to climb back up the throat. Novices are advised to chew before swallowing to avoid the threat of being choked.” Doesn’t that sound appetizing? And another person pointed out that it was cruel to eat a live animal since there is no doubt (to me anyway) that all animals feel pain. A few years ago, a diver in Seattle brought up an octopus from Puget Sound and set off many angry people who started a “save our octopus” campaign, which is ridiculous and shows that people need some education. Octopus is a common menu item in many restaurants in the Pacific Northwest, and my dad not only captured octopi for the Seattle Aquarium, but he also participated in the World Championship Octopus Wrestling (that’s him on the right). No animal was harmed during this event. They all were returned to Puget Sound.
The Giant Pacific Octopus is not an endangered species and doesn’t need saving. I got carried away, didn’t I?
4. How often do you journal?
Daily, in one form or another.
5. How often do you blog?
Sometimes daily, sometimes multiple times a day, to once a week, to once a month. I don’t have a set schedule.
Bonus: Does your blog act as your journal?
Everything I write gets saved on my Scrivener files; memories, dreams, stories, poetry, daily journal, prompts, lists, blog posts, Facebook posts, Twitter tweets, photos, cartoons, memes, drawings. If I ever decided to publish this, it would be 70 volumes.
2 thoughts on “TMI Tuesday: July 20, 2021: It’s Personal”
Thanks for sharing.
I use my contigo travel mug (stainless) to drink water out of all day. I don’t know why I don’t use a glass :-\
I wish I had not read #3 (insert nauseous emoticon)
You know octopus are VERY intelligent. I watched a science program about them.
Have a great week.
Yes, octopus are very intelligent and very curious. When I was a kid my dad brought home a baby octopus, his mother apparently died. We named him Baby O and kept him in a large fish tank. He quickly learned how to push the top off and escape from the tank. When we got nose to nose with the side of the tank, he would follow our nose as we moved from side to side. Maybe that’s why he escaped, he just wanted to play. When he got too big, we donated him to the Seattle Aquarium. They would put treats in glass jars with twist lids inside of the aquarium. He would unscrew the jar lid to get the treat. Fascinating to watch. But I won’t eat them. Dad and his partner did some of the filmings for the TV show Sea Hunt, especially any with octopus. They had a pet octopus in Puget Sound that loved to follow them around and would scare away the fish. They picked him to do a scene for an episode about giant killer octopi (cue eye roll). Like Orca whales who are called “killer” whales, there is nothing killer about either. In that episode, it shows Mike Nelson being attacked by the octopus. But their pet never attacked and didn’t even wrestle, but he loved to hug. They had to run the film backward to make it look like he was attacking.