posted on Apr, 15 2018 @ 09:31 AM
AM: Who wears the pants in your family; you, your husband or neither of you wear pants?
NY: We go about it modified, half-traditionally, I suppose. I (mostly) wear the home front pants, my husband wears the breadwinner/work pants.
Sometimes we wear no pants at all, but that's TV-MA stuff.
Hubs puts the hours in at work, therefore it's his money to decide how to spend after bills are paid. And that's at my opinion and insistence, I
didn't earn any of it, so I have no say in how the leftover is spent.
He still occasionally insists otherwise based on how I haven't accidentally burned the house down yet, or duct taped the kids to the ceiling, or sold
the pets to a Chinese restaurant, but I still win the argument every time -- it's his name on the paycheck, not mine. Therefore, not my money.
This has been a point of contention with a few of my more hard-leaning self-proclaimed feminist friends over the years because I see it as his money
rather than "ours", but let's be honest here. Putting yourself in charge of someone else's income, either all up front & at once or slowly over time,
is just a load of controlling, manipulative BS. The most involved I get is in getting the bills paid on time, and filing taxes. He claims he hates
handling finances, but I think those are his way of making me be at least a little involved in his moolah.
The one thing we do not disagree on regarding pants is the kitchen. It's his domain, not mine. He's been trying to teach me how to cook palatable food
for over 13 years, and nothing sticks. I think he's given up, finally. He's a great cook with fine dining kitchen experience, and he enjoys the hell
out of it, so the meals that are a bit more labor-intensive than my standard "thaw, toss in oven & cross fingers" go-to's when he's at work are always
done by him quite willingly on his days off.
The majority of the grocery shopping is also his domain, since he, uh, actually knows what goes together and how to cook it. I hate to admit this
because it's carnivore sacrilege, but I actually managed to eff up sirloin earlier this week. I aimed for medium-rare, ended up with overly well.
Outside slow-roasting on a low temp in the oven, I can never hit the proper level of done I aim for, it's either rare as s#, or well done as hell.
In matters of house cleaning/maintenance, and property maintenance, that's my s#, hands off. Even the lawnmower, that's MY baby.
AM: Okay, Softball time now. Favorite film?
NY: Favorite film is definitely Stargate. That's an absolute sci-fi classic and I love it. And 2 of the 3 series is spawned (one much more than
AM: Your favorite TV programs?
NY: TV shows I could binge to death are Futurama, all the Star Treks except The Animated & Original series, Stargate: SG1,
Farscape and a show the Sci-Fi channel got a lot of hate & backlash over cancelling years ago -- Sanctuary. He or she who frequents the
Crypto forum might want to give it a watch, if they haven't already.
AM: When you're not on ATS, what are you doing?
NY: Hobbies are crocheting (making a queen-size blanket right now for next winter) and gaming, though I tend to stick to just one at a time and don't
game-hop much. I primarily play Warframe right now -- for those who do play it, I main Nezha like a boss, and my secondary is Ivara. Can't set off
alarms in spy missions with the Infiltrate 'frame mod equipped' *taps temple*.
I occasionally still play a little Star Trek: Online, but not remotely as much as I used to. Warframe is just enough of an immersive timesuck that I'd
rather play that than STO.
And I still gallivant around Skyrim, but I think I've done most of the community add-ons for more exploring & storylines, I haven't stumbled across
anything NEW new in quite a while now.
AM: Favorite food substances...
NY: ...is beer it's own food yet? I like a good, stout Guinness, or when it's in season (like right now) Oberon. In lieu of either of those, I'll
pilfer my husband's Atwaters (Vanilla Java Porter or Dirty Blonde)
If I have to consider solid foods only, then my major weakness is a Hawaiian pizza with jalapenos, or habaneros if our pizza place has them on hand.
Also, fried chicken. And a good old fashioned juicy burger fresh off the grill. The kids say my husband's burgers are better then Five Guys, and their
burgers are pretty damn good. I can't say I disagree with them here.
AM: If ATS suddenly disappeared the website you would ruin next?
NY: Singular? As in just one? Oh dude, come on, I'd ruin them all, plus comment sections in articles.
AM: Dumbest conspiracy theory threads you still find yourself posting in?
NY: To be fair, each category has it's gems and steaming piles. The hokiest ones, in my opinion, are the Mars rocks pareidolia threads. If you have to
outline & shade/color what you think you see to bring it to a barely visible level, it's probably a little more "Just You" than you think.
But like I said, there's always a nice, shiny gem with the piles. The The Mars Crab Stone
thread is a one of those gleaming gems.
AM: If you could travel back in time and view one event what would it be and why?
NY: Oooh, tough choice. I'm honestly torn between the Tunguska event, and Carrington event. Both were of mammoth proportions for their respective
categories, and are really hard to imagine at that level of Universe Epicness. I'm not sure which of them I'd pick.
Nyiah is a Florida raised transplant now living in Michigan who enjoys stubbornly lounging in her hammock year-round until snow buries it or she gets
frostbite, whichever comes first. She likes to game with her husband, and both enjoy trying to out smack-talk each other even when teamed up. When
she's not gaming or hogging the hammock, she's usually trying to resist stealing her husband's beers when hers run out.
Did that feel half baked? A little rushed? Well that’s because it was. But we still learned some very interesting things today about a member who is
rather sane and obviously doesn't belong on this website. Yet, here they are, being normal and reminding all of us that we aren't.
Nyiah, thanks for helping out today, I would have interviewed my Catahoula, but she ran away from me and I was even holding a pork chop, so it was
you. But it turns out you're my kind of dude, I'd even share my beer with you. Your parting gift today is a 3rd place trophy with your name spelled
wrong on the plaque. Until next time.