Vending Machine Jealousies

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“Soft drinks, electronics, nutrient-free snacks – you can get all those from a vending machine. But what type of vending machine is sorely needed but doesn’t yet exist?”

Guess what? The vending machine of my dreams already exists! Unfortunately, it does not exist within a hundred mile radius of where I live…or 300 mile radius for that matter. In Geoghegan’s article, he describes the history of book vending machines and includes images of where they can be found – mostly in different European cities (thus adding another reason why I need to find an excuse to live abroad again). This summer I’ve been spending more money on my addiction than ever, as evidenced by my goodreads activity feed (as seen in at the bottom left of page). But more so, the idea that people can easily go and buy a top-selling paperback novel is just wonderful. Yes, I recognize that this vending machine would really just satisfy one niche audience. Yes, I recognize that my desire for this machine is purely selfish…but screw it. I want a book vending machine!

I could continue to rationalize how literacy would steadily improve and book sales would increase due to the availability of books at a lower cost. But no, I want this machine to help satisfy my addiction. I’ve been on vacation for nearly 3 weeks and I’ve already read 8 books and am reading more. I would happily wait in line to purchase a book from this vending machine or sit by the book slot to catch a whiff of a new crisp book. Can’t you just imagine the smell? Ugh…so good. I could see myself sitting on the floor by the machine, reading book, and then buying another in an endless cycle for the rest of the summer…happily supporting the economy, literacy, and my all-consuming addiction.

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Glass Case of Emotion

“Which emotion(s) – joy, envy, rage, pity, or something else – do you find to be the hardest to contain?”

Lately, the most difficult emotion for me to suppress and hide is disgust. It’s such a pungent and visceral feeling. If I’m speaking with someone who I find repulsive, my face gives me away. I can’t help but feel the hairs raise on the back of my neck and wish with every fiber of my being that I want to run away from the person. It’s not that I feel that a person is beneath me. This disgust usually stems from either an action or something this person has said to me about someone else. I can’t be around people that make me feel that way.

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Leaving a Legacy

“In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects – all are fair game.”

This is a tough one, a lot of pressure. As a saint, not only would I be forever remembered, but people would pray/turn to me in times of need. If I could choose…I would be the Patron Saint of Fandoms. My saint story would probably go something to the affect of…

There was once a young woman named Rebecca. Her heart and imagination were so big she read/watched as many books, television shows, and movies as time allowed. She was a Potterhead, Nerdfighter, Wedonite, Browncoat, Trekker, Buffista, Scoobie, Downtonian, X-Phile, Slythindor, Brony…to name just a few. She often spoke of her fanatical love for fictitious worlds and spread the word of fandoms. Often helping her friends, strangers, and students find new works of art that led them to find their own fandoms to join. As she was attending a fan club meeting, a strange man come up to her. He pulled a gun to her head and told her that if she disavowed her multiple fandoms he’d let her live, if not he would kill her. She refused. She began to recite of Joss Whedon quotes, sing Hank Green songs, explain the differences between the 4 HP houses, and argue who was the best MLP (Rarity, of course!). She was martyred for her beliefs. Now, when fanboys and fangirls ever feel defeated, bullied, or get into another squabble over who the best X is of their fandom – they turn to Rebecca, Patron Saint of Fandoms.

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Futures Past

“As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?”

As a kid, like everyone else, I changed my mind on a regular basis. For a time I wanted to be a marine biologist. I thought I’d spend my day playing with dolphins and swimming in schools of fish. My father, as a loving concerned parent, quickly explained to me that I spend long lonely years in a submarine at the bottom of the sea researching plankton. Of course to a 6 year old, that didn’t sound like a good idea. Then at 10 years old I wanted to be a sniper. I can’t remember where I got the idea, but I figured it would be similar to a spy. Jet setting and taking out the bad guys. My father then informed me I’d need perfect vision to achieve that goal. FYI, by this time I had had glasses since the third grade and my eyesight was steadily getting worse. So that was out, too. In middle school, I thought I was going to be a psychiatrist. More schooling that a psychologist and they prescribed meds, which meant more money. My parents approved, which meant I changed my mind. Then in high school I realized I wanted to work in television. My passion and obsession. I then got my bachelors in Telecommunications and Spanish, for fun. Now, when I got out of college my former contacts in the industry had either moved or couldn’t help me find a position. My mother suggested I try teaching in the meantime, so I wouldn’t be out of work for too long. You have to understand. My family is filled with teachers. I had grown up watching how much work it takes to actually teach. I did NOT want to be a teacher. But once I started, I realized how much I like it. So how close am I to my original vision, you ask? Not even in the ball park! Well….sort of…I do teach TV Production, so I guess I’m in the minor leagues. But it’s not really what I had originally envisioned for myself. But here’s the real question…Am I happy? Yes. Yes I am.

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Can’t believe I almost missed…Mutants & Hybrids

“If you were one part human, two parts something else – another animal, a plant, an inanimate object – what would the other two parts be?”

I can’t believe I almost missed this one! Better late than never. If I could be a hybrid of three things, I’d pick: human, tigress (any of the big cats, really), and a mirror. As a hybrid I would be a humanoid looking creature with physical features and traits of the others two objects. My senses would be heightened like a tigress/big cat and I would be able to move effortlessly with minimal sound. Also, of all animals I really like the big wild cats. Then I’d choose a mirror to help with camoflauge. I imagine my skin would have reflective properties that would just “mirror” back the image of what’s in front of me, allowing me to hide in plain sight. I could go about my business relatively unseen or at least less noticeable, as most people do not seem to notice what’s right in front of them.

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Trick Questions

“A Pulitzer-winning reporter is writing an in-depth piece – about you. What are the three questions you really hope she doesn’t ask you?”

I’m an open book. I don’t mind answering personal questions about myself. I’m that person that during “Truth or Dare” in middle and high school always picked “truth” and was never embarrassed. I stand by my decisions, past and present, and am happy to say I have few regrets. If I were to be asked, “What are your regrets,” I’m afraid my answer would prove to be a disappoinment. I regret the fact that I haven’t traveled more. I have been to many places around the world, but I have yet to visit any place in Asia. I would LOVE to visit Australia and New Zealand…I’m convinced that there’s something in the water that makes those people so damn attractive (Yes! I’m stereotyping an entire continent based on their actors…who wouldn’t?!).

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Mine or Yours

“While walking on the beach you stumble on a valuable object buried in the sand – say, a piece of jewelry or an envelope full of cash. What do you do with it? Under what circumstances would you keep it?”

I’d like to believe I’m the type of person that would say – “Oh yes, I would immediately take the found item to the nearest local authority and turn it in”. But I’m honest enough to say that it depends on what I find. If I did find a piece of jewelry, an exorbitant amount of money in an envelope, or a phone I would try to find the owner or turn it in. But if I found a dollar or something small and there was no one around, I’d probably keep it or give it to someone as a “gift from the universe”.

Doesn’t that sound like a wonderful idea? You’re walking along the beach. Lost in thought, when you come across something. You pick it up, look around to see if someone in sight may have dropped it. When you don’t see anyone, take a closer look at the object. Inspecting the surface and contents of the object. It’s a sign or gift from the universe. It has given you the exact thing that you didn’t know you wanted but once you find it, it’s the exact thing you needed.

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*Notes: This is in response to today’s prompt from The Daily Post.