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Because I am a dork:

You Know You're From Maine When...

You've had arguments over the comparative quality of Fried Dough.

Oh, probably. Don't remember, though. I would, however, consider fried dough a sufficient dinner at a fair.

You call four inches of snow "a dusting."

What, there are places where they don't? *g* I walk everywhere and I still don't think that anything below six inches is worth being bothered about.

You know what an Irving is and the location of 15 of them.

I don't know the location of fifteen of anything, but I do know what an Irving is.

You knew all the flavors at Perry's Nut House.

Well, I don't know what Perry's Nut House is, but the past tense used indicates that maybe I'm just too young.

Your car is covered in yellow-green dust in May.

I don't have a car, but everyone else's sure is.

You've hung out at a gravel pit.

Naw, I've never been socially accomplished enough to score and invite like that.

You think a mosquito could be a species of bird.

Hell, yes.

You once skipped school and went to Bar Harbor, Old Orchard Beach or Reid State Park.

None of those locations, but as a Mainer, I know for a fact that the time I skipped school and went to the Old Port, Silly's, and Deering Park also counts.

Even your school cafeteria made good chowder.

Soup? At school? You must be kidding me. If they had it, I never ate it.

You know how to pronounce Calais.

I know several ways to pronounce Calais.

You've made a meal out of a Jordan's red dye hot-dog, a bag of Humpty Dumpty potato chips and a can of soda.

Mmm. Yes. Especially the hot dog part. I love red hot dogs.

You've gone to a Grange bean supper.

Nope.

In high school, you (or a friend) packed Deering Ice Cream cones.

No, they disappeared before I hit high school. But we had a Deering and they rocked. *misses Deering*

At least once in your life, a seagull pooped on your head.

No, but I'm only twenty-one. There's time.

At least once in your life you've said, "It smells like the mill in here."

. . . no.

There's a fruit and vegetable stand within 10 minutes of your house.

No. But then, nothing's within ten minutes of my house. Except other houses. I know where to find several fruit and veg stands, thought.

You crave Italian sandwiches at least weekly.

Not really. I was surprised to find out that they're a regional sandwich, though. Something about the particular roll that's used for them not being available everywhere. (But then, I didn't know until a few years ago that red hot dogs are regional, too.

subservient knows that story . . . ;) )

Your house converts to a B&B every July and August for people from away that you happen to know.

If we had the space, it so would.

All year long you're tracking sand in the house-from the beach in the summer and the roads and sidewalks in the winter.

God, yes. It never stops.

You do the majority of your shopping out of Uncle Henry's.

Nope. But I sell loads of them every week at my current job. We always run out. I've never seen a leftover Uncle Henry's.

You've ditched the car on the side of the road somewhere because you thought you saw some good fiddleheads!

Hee. No. We got ours from the backyard when I was a kid, since our house was sort of in the middle of a little forest.

You know a lobster pot is a trap, not a kettle.

Duh.

You know not to plant tender crops until the last full moon in May.

I . . . do now?

You go to the dump and bring back more than you brought.

*dies laughing* Not me, but my dad sure does. Books, appliances, tables, chairs . . . the bike I had my accident on in April? Was from the dump. And it was in decent condition, too.

You've watched "Murder she Wrote" and snickered at the stupid fake accents.

Nah, I associate that show with my grandma. I bet I would, though - the assumption that the "Maine accent" exists annoys me. Guess what? You only hear it from eighty year old men, bad actors, and Tim Sample. Deal with it.

You always wave when you see a Maine license plate in another state.

If I travelled much, I totally would.

You know what a frappe is.

Of course. I have, in fact, had discussions about whether there is a difference between a frappe and a shake, or if it's just regional slang.

L.L. Bean's not just a store, it's a way of life.

LL Bean is too damn expensive, is what it is. I did grow up about fifteen minutes away from the only factory in America, though.

"The City" means exclusively Portland.

What, do we have another one?

"Salt damage" is a viable insurance claim.

This sound slike a car thing, but, yeah, wouldn't be surprised in the least.

All of the traffic lights blink yellow at 10 o'clock at night.

Of course they do!

"Open 24/7" might as well be Greek.

Which is why the lights start blinking yellow at ten. There's nowhere to go anyway.

More stores have "Bienvenue" flags than "Welcome" flags.

Pfft. I'm from Maine, not Canada.

You eat ice cream with flavors like 'Moose Tracks" and "Maine Black Bear".

Mmm. Yes. Moose Tracks rocks. (I'm serious.)

You know that a chocolate doughnut is not a white doughnut with chocolate frosting.

. . . huh? What else would it be? Dammit, is this another weird regional cuisine thing?

You wouldn't eat beans in tomato sauce or Manhattan clam chowder if you were starving!

Beans in tomato sauce? I like trying new food, but that's just nasty.

As a child, you played outside in a snow storm without hat, mittens, scarf and with your jacket open because it was just a little cool.

My mother's from Maine, not stupid. Also, I've never been much for the outdoors.

You eat potato chips with flavors such as "clam dip", "ketchup" and "dill pickle".

Yep. And I enjoy them, too.

You call the basement "downcellah."

AR. I call it downcellAR. I pronounce my R's, dammit. But, yes. Now that I think if it, I've always said "down cellar" rather than "in the basement."

There is only one shopping plaza in town.

Which town? Does three stores on the same street count as a "plaza?"

You use "wicked" as a multipurpose part of speech.

That's one Maine stereotype I will admit to, and cheerfully too. We say "wicked" even more than they d in Boston.

You enjoy a hot chocolate more than a margarita.

Is the hot chocolate made of milk? Because, then that would be a possibility, yes.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Maine.

Most of them, and I totally linked

manderspander earlier. *g*

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Current music: "This is How You Remind Me," Nickelback

*wild shock* When I went for lunch today, this was the exact song that was playing when I walked into the restaurant. I was identifying it with a colleague, and thinking about how much I'd like to get their album, and it turns out to be the same song you're listening to! This has - never happened before.

*waves* Here to take it over to LJ from the community, because it's one of my tendencies to be rather good at going off-topic. *impish grin*

And: You like Willem Dafoe.

I honestly have not watched as many of his movies as I should. He looks wonderful in the "Pavilion of Women" (that sounds so odd), but from

nescienx's reaction to that movie, I fear that it may leave me incredibly sad.

At home from being ill? *worries*

You know so much about F&G! All I know is that it has the most comprehensive screencaps ever. I trust you've been to the James Franco Fansite? It has a phenomenal collection of F&G screencaptures.

*switches busily back and forth from replying to this to replying to the feedback, which is almost done I swear* *While listening to "This Is How You Remind Me" AHAHAHAHA *g* *

And: You like Willem Dafoe.

I love Willem Dafoe. He was the subject of a serious fangirl crush for a while there.

Please just tell me you've seen Boondock Saints. It's some of the finest work I've ever seen from him, plus it's an amazing movie and has the tendency to inspire fanatical devotion from people (I'm talking about tattoos and shit here; I bought a jacket because it was the kind that two of the characters wore, and I'm still one of the less crazy ones).

As for Finding Nemo? Okay, the thing is, think that Willem's voice is one of the sexiest things about him, and in Gill's very first scene, he does the thing that's most guaranteed to melt me into a puddle of hormones. So here's the conversation I had with my friend:

Me: "Guh . . ."
Bestsey, warily: "Are you slashing a fish now?"
Me: ". . . no, I'm just being sexually attracted to one. Don't mind me, I'll be fine . . ."

After I got over that, I thought it as a scream. It was Willem! But he was a fish! It was a WILLEMFISH! I was so pissed when I couldn't find any Gill plushies at our Disney store: "But I wanna Willemfiiiiish . . ."

Oh, and that illness is just a cold, no worries please. =)

You know so much about F&G!

Only as much as anyone would from having watched all the eps at least twice and listened to some of the commentaries. *g*

By the way, I just remembered last night about this Spidey fic I wrote a couple years ago. It's one of my few genfics (which is astonishing, since it would have been a prime opportunity for Norman/Peter angst, and they are my Spidey movieverse OTP), and it's just a little "missing time" fic about how Peter got Norman's body from the abandoned building to his study. If you're interested:

http://catslash.acherontia.org/battle.html

*triumphantly finishes other reply* HA.

Dude, I wish I were from Maine right now. My house is scheduled to get hit by a hurricane tomorrow. I'm not happy about this.

~Hoedogg

Aw, that sucks. *hugs* Best of luck to you and your house.

*waves* Will reply to comments! But

abraxan linked, in this post (http://www.livejournal.com/users/abraxan/14406.html), a short film of James Franco's which you can actually watch from the link she posts. "Mean People Suck". I'm not sure if you've seen it before (*grin* You probably have) but I thought you might want to know, if you hadn't.

Cool, thanks!