This is my new favorite blog, and I got the following list of memes from her.
1. My uncle once: rescued my dog from drowning.
2. Never in my life: have I voted Republican.
3. When I was five: I wore my Wonder Woman bathing suit every where.
4. High school was: pretty fun. My best friends made it doable.
5. I will never forget: a mnemonic device (using the fingers of your right hand) for the succession of rulers leading up to the Hanovers taught by my sophomore British history teacher--James, Charles, Cromwell, Charles, James, Whoops! the Glorious Revolution, William & Mary, and the Hanovers.
6. Once I met: the debate coach who got fired for mooning another debate coach.
7. There’s this boy I know: who makes me want to do very inappropriate things to him.
8. Once, at a bar: I got felt up by a drag queen.
9. By noon, I’m usually: ready for a sandwich.
10. Last night: I spent some time drinking martinis with a friend who needs to dump her asshat boyfriend.
11. If only I had: more faith.
12. Next time I go to church: I will think about how much I miss All Saints'.
13. What worries me most: is the inevitability of endings.
14. When I turn my head left I see: sunglasses with skulls on them, a once-lost-now-found Mother's Day card, empty water bottles, Steve.
15. When I turn my head right I see: a Young Guns Two poster.
16. You know I’m lying when: I use too many details to explain a simple situation. I am very bad at this.
17. What I miss most about the Eighties is: Adam Ant.
18. If I were a character in Shakespeare I’d be: a big fan of cross-dressing.
19. By this time next year: I will just be returning from a beach. Any beach.
20. A better name for me would be: Binky Griptite.
21. I have a hard time understanding: teachers who act like students are the enemy.
22. If I ever go back to school, I’ll: get a degree in English.
23. You know I like you if: I touch your arm while we're talking.
24. If I ever won an award, the first person I would thank would be: Mom and Daddy because they Rock.
25. Take my advice, never: miss an opportunity to tell the people you love that you, in fact, love them.
26. My ideal breakfast is: smoked salmon, good crusty bread, cheese, fresh tomatoes, red onions, mimosas, hot tea with milk.
27. A song I love but do not have is: "Paper Planes" by MIA.
28. If you visit my hometown, I suggest you: visit the Space and Rocket Center. It. Is. Awesome.
29. Why won’t people: stop watching Survivor?
30. If you spend a night at my house: you will be expected to pet the kitty.
31. I’d stop my wedding for: philosophical reasons.
32. The world could do without: Donald Trump.
33. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: give up Facebook.
34. My favourite blonde(s) is/are: Marilyn Monroe and Daniel Craig.
35. Paper clips are more useful than: bludgeons.
36. If I do anything well it’s: conversation.
37. I can’t help but: wonder if people think I'm smart enough.
38. I usually cry: when I think too much about him.
39. My advice to my child/nephew/niece: Don't become a lawyer.
40. And by the way: you should come and visit me.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
It's all the Rage
Or it's all the Ego.
Or it's both. Wait.
Um.
You decide.
Exhibit A: Policy debate coach moons other policy debate coach in heated argument over race or rules or winning or building bridges or something. Coach is fired, and debate program is suspended until further notice.
Exhibit B: Olympian kicks judge in the head after being disqualified. Olympian and coach are banned from WTF (World Taekwondo Federation) for life. Interesting sidenote: Olympian's name is Angel.
Exhibit C: Female professors are the new Mom. Interesting sidenote: This exhibit doesn't so much depict rage as it induces rage. Thanks to my boy, Y, for keeping me righteous and angry.
Exhibit D: Some company sells stuff for rafting.
Exhibit E: Dr. Demento song about people who talk at the theater.
Exhibit F: Rage-y poets wearing Awesome T-shirts.
Exhibit G: People watch Spike TV.
Or it's both. Wait.
Um.
You decide.
Exhibit A: Policy debate coach moons other policy debate coach in heated argument over race or rules or winning or building bridges or something. Coach is fired, and debate program is suspended until further notice.
Exhibit B: Olympian kicks judge in the head after being disqualified. Olympian and coach are banned from WTF (World Taekwondo Federation) for life. Interesting sidenote: Olympian's name is Angel.
Exhibit C: Female professors are the new Mom. Interesting sidenote: This exhibit doesn't so much depict rage as it induces rage. Thanks to my boy, Y, for keeping me righteous and angry.
Exhibit D: Some company sells stuff for rafting.
Exhibit E: Dr. Demento song about people who talk at the theater.
Exhibit F: Rage-y poets wearing Awesome T-shirts.
Exhibit G: People watch Spike TV.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I was talking with an old friend the other night
She worries. I have many friends who do this--it's sort of a built-in reaction to stress. Now, I'm not gonna lie and tell you that I don't worry... Ha! Silly reader. What I am gonna tell you is that worry is not my first built-in reaction; anger is. Worry comes after I have some time to think about the rage.
Here's a reenactment:
(Scene opens, movie theatre, popcorn crunching, movie sucking. We see our hero, james, watching Crash.)
Next scene (our hero, contemplating life and art over a bowl of yogurt and fruit)
Voiceover: "Well, Crash sucked. Like super-suck. But I know, in my heart of hearts, that despite its nomination for Best Picture, it will not win because (a) Broke Back Mountain is so clearly superior in every way; and (b) Hollywood cannot reward itself for being stupid and white and racist ALL THE TIME."
Third scene (james and friend are sitting at the Alamo Drafthouse, watching the Academy Awards and enjoying various delectable bits. james, and the majority of the audience, have bet that Broke Back Mountain will win over stupid, obvious, self-rewarding, hateful, poorly written, Paul-Haggis-can-blow-me Crash. We see Crash named as the Best Movie of the Year. james slams her hand down on the table in front of her and says (loudly): Balls.
Final scene--james rants and raves about the idiocy of the award to all who know her and some who don't. Up until, um, right now.
The End
See? No worry. Just rage. Which, in this particular situation, is totally called for. My friends over at The Geek Prospectus agree.
Sometimes, though, I find myself wondering about the force (and justifiability) of my angry reactions. Like, I was just reading another dear friend's blog about marriage the other day. And, the post itself bothers me a little bit (dear Joshie is such a romantic), but some of the comments themselves really irked me more. Is it because some of the comments seem to come from the mouths of smug marrieds? Is it because, deep down, I agree with Joshie and am just turning into an asshole? A disillusioned romantic? A rage-aholic? Is it the number of married men (lots and lots!!!!) and women I've met who are false? Is it the water in Bayside? Do I, really and truly, Not Believe in Marriage Anymore (menacing music and drums), or am I just a cynic?
Maybe it's the water. It's rage water, like in 28 Days Later, but with less monkeys and biting.
Here's a reenactment:
(Scene opens, movie theatre, popcorn crunching, movie sucking. We see our hero, james, watching Crash.)
Next scene (our hero, contemplating life and art over a bowl of yogurt and fruit)
Voiceover: "Well, Crash sucked. Like super-suck. But I know, in my heart of hearts, that despite its nomination for Best Picture, it will not win because (a) Broke Back Mountain is so clearly superior in every way; and (b) Hollywood cannot reward itself for being stupid and white and racist ALL THE TIME."
Third scene (james and friend are sitting at the Alamo Drafthouse, watching the Academy Awards and enjoying various delectable bits. james, and the majority of the audience, have bet that Broke Back Mountain will win over stupid, obvious, self-rewarding, hateful, poorly written, Paul-Haggis-can-blow-me Crash. We see Crash named as the Best Movie of the Year. james slams her hand down on the table in front of her and says (loudly): Balls.
Final scene--james rants and raves about the idiocy of the award to all who know her and some who don't. Up until, um, right now.
The End
See? No worry. Just rage. Which, in this particular situation, is totally called for. My friends over at The Geek Prospectus agree.
Sometimes, though, I find myself wondering about the force (and justifiability) of my angry reactions. Like, I was just reading another dear friend's blog about marriage the other day. And, the post itself bothers me a little bit (dear Joshie is such a romantic), but some of the comments themselves really irked me more. Is it because some of the comments seem to come from the mouths of smug marrieds? Is it because, deep down, I agree with Joshie and am just turning into an asshole? A disillusioned romantic? A rage-aholic? Is it the number of married men (lots and lots!!!!) and women I've met who are false? Is it the water in Bayside? Do I, really and truly, Not Believe in Marriage Anymore (menacing music and drums), or am I just a cynic?
Maybe it's the water. It's rage water, like in 28 Days Later, but with less monkeys and biting.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Fans of the Doctor, please stand up
Some days are kinda good. And some are kinda bad. But recently, I was talking to a friend (who is a rabid Dr. Who fan and has made me one and I am eternally grateful for that) about bad days. And he quoted another rabid Doctor fan about the notion of bad days v. good days: "It could be worse. Your genocidal clone could be fucking the woman you love in an alternate dimension." Indeed.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
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