Monthly Archives: April 2005

Let’s Get Really Personal

In lieu of actual content, I’m going to do a meme of sorts that I found through Jess of paper graffiti, also known as the newest addition to my links over there on the right. Good reading.

Anyway, here goes:
Ask me 4 questions. Any 4, no matter how personal, dirty, private, or absurd. I have to answer them honestly.

I’m not sure if I’ll try to answer all that you ask, or if I’ll take the top four or something, but I will do this. Everything’s fair game, I think.

UPDATE: Here are answers to everything posted as of 10:30 Monday morning.

Mike asked:

  1. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
  2. What’s your middle name?
  3. Who’s your favorite porn star?
  4. What’s your Social Security number?

My answers:

  1. no problem
  2. Anne
  3. I’ve never actually seen him in a porn, but I think Ron Jeremy is bizarrely awesome. Don’t ask me to explain this, because I have no idea why, and no, I don’t find him attractive in any way.
  4. xxx-xx-xxxx. It starts and ends with the same number, by the way.

Amy asked:

  1. Do you plan to move out-of-state? Maybe not anytime soon, but in the future (maybe)?
  2. If so, where?
  3. Because I guess I’m asking travelling questions, what’s the most fun place you’ve ever been?
  4. If you could go anywhere tomorrow, where would it be? :D

My answers:

  1. YES. Definitely.
  2. Where – I don’t know. I think about Chicago a lot; I love that city and miss it terribly, and I have a lot of friends there (probably more than I do here, actually). But it’s far away, and change is scary, and if you guys haven’t noticed, I’m very close to my family, so it might be difficult to be so far away from them. At the same time, I know that this part of the world doesn’t have what I need. So.
  3. Most fun place I’ve ever been – San Antonio, for the 2000 Alamo Bowl. That trip was seriously awesome. Since I was in the band, it was free, and we had a few events that we either performed in or just got to attend that were really cool. Chicago had freezing-ass cold weather and two feet of snow when we left, and although it was only in the 50s in San Antonio, it was like paradise for us. If I had a bad moment there, I can’t remember it now.
  4. If I could go anywhere tomorrow, I’d go to a rented house on a quiet beach somewhere, and I’d sit on the porch and grill a steak and drink some beer and watch the ocean. That would rock.

Kristen asked really great, but personal questions, and because I’m a wimp and my younger sisters read this (as do parents and some coworkers, occasionally), I’m answering her in email. If you’re curious about the answers, email me and I’ll tell you too.

Rhodester (who wins the award for most absurd questions) asked:

  1. Are you from the Pleiades System?
  2. Are you SURE??
  3. What if I were to tell you that you ARE from the Pleiades System and for that matter, you and I came here together many years ago and I’ve been keeping tabs on you because it’s a grand experiment to see how our citizens would adapt to relocation and having their memories scrubbed. You’re the test subject and I’m the monitor taking notes.
  4. Do you like dogs?

My answers:

  1. Nope.
  2. Yep, I’m positive. I checked.
  3. Um…that would be weird. Was that actually a question?
  4. Yes! I think dogs are awesome. In fact, when I have a house of my own, I intend to get my very own-a the dog.

Will asked:

  1. What do you see yourself accomplishing with your life?
  2. How would your raise your children differently?
  3. When all is said and done, how would you want others to describe your life?
  4. What matters most in a man to you now? How is that different from 3 years ago?

My answers:

  1. I’m still trying to figure out what I want to accomplish. I want fulfillment, of some kind, but I haven’t determined yet what exactly will need to happen in order for me to have attained that. I’ll get back to you.
  2. Differently from how I was raised? I’m not sure. I haven’t even decided if I will or won’t eventually have children, incidentally, but if I were to have children, I think the way my parents raised me would be a good model to follow. Of course I’d make a few changes, but they’d probably be pretty small, in the grand scheme of things.
  3. If I’ve done everything right, my life will be described one day as a life lived generously, with more love and caring and passion than it could hold.
  4. Right now, what matters most to me in a man is that our goals are compatible, and our lives are heading in similar directions. I used to think that this could be overcome, and about five years ago I was willing to give up some things that were very important to me in order to make a relationship function smoothly. I’m no longer so willing. As I get a clearer idea of what I need in my life, I also have a clear idea of what I won’t do without. If I have to choose between a man and my values and goals, the man loses – no matter how wonderful he is otherwise. This was not always the case.

Alberto asked:

  1. Does it bother you that Will and Kristen asked 5 questions?
  2. How would you raise Will’s children differently?
  3. When is the last time you had real interesting conversation?
  4. What is my phone number?

My answers:

  1. Nope. It bothers me more that you think Kristen asked more than five questions, when really it was Amy. :)
  2. I’m not speaking about anyone’s specific children, but most of the time when I see people out with their kids, I wish they’d let them be kids a little more. It’s possible to teach your children to be polite and respectful while still being, essentially, exuberant, loud, crazy little kids.
  3. It’s been a while since I had a really interesting conversation.
  4. I don’t know your phone number anymore since you moved away!

And there you have it.

Oh No I Said Too Much

I’ve just discovered the hilarious magic of putting notes on my Flickr shots and now I am obsessed.

Also, I have just about nothing to write about today. I was going to write a post called “Things About the Online World That Bug Me,” and I could only come up with two things, even though I know there are like hundreds of other things that bug me. So, here’s what exists of that failed post:

  1. The phrase “you owe me a new keyboard.”
  2. Romance stories about meeting your chat room lovah for the first time in person. They are all almost exactly alike, and also? Lame!

Yes, I’ve read things in the past couple of days that set me along this particular path of annoyance.

I stayed home from work with a migraine yesterday. That sucked. I used to get them frequently when I was about 12 or so. They say it can be a quirk of puberty, and it may have been in my case, because I got them all the time and then they completely stopped for several years. About two years ago, I started to get them again, although they are rare. This is the first one I can remember in months, maybe a year. I usually experience what they call “aura,” which basically describes certain vision changes. Most often I get the blind spots, and when I was a kid, this freaked me the hell out. Yesterday morning, though, it just kind of confused me, until I remembered that this has happened before.

So yeah, I originally intended to stay in bed for a few hours and see if it eased up, and then I’d go in to work yesterday afternoon. But when I woke up, I felt okay until I sat up, and then I started to have major light/sound issues, so I scrounged around and found some Axert and took it and went back to sleep. All told, I probably slept for 8-10 hours yesterday, which screwed up my nighttime sleep. But it was okay, because the pain tends to be so severe that I try to sleep it off.

I feel a little woozy and messed up today, though. And I want some ice cream, which is random.

I Am a 13-year-old Boy

I cannot stop playing Fable on Xbox.

Soupy Souperton

Over the weekend we went to the high school production of The Wizard of Oz, which was excellent, but is so totally not the point of this post. The point is that the production started several minutes late, and as we tried to kill time, Ginny asked me, “If you had to smell like a soup, what soup would you smell like?”

I immediately chose vegetable beef, for reasons completely unknown to me, and then we went on to ask the same question of just about everyone we knew. We were kind of surprised and delighted to hear people we did not know passing the question along, as if it were the burning issue of the moment, and tried to make it an auditorium-wide phenomenon. That didn’t happen, but we did have some fun with it.

If you’re curious, the top answers were chicken noodle, tomato, and, strangely, potato. Why anyone would want to smell like potato soup is beyond me, but Ginny wonders why I’d choose to smell beefy for the rest of my life, so I guess all’s fair. Ginny also suggested “lobster brisk” soup, which gave me an opportunity to be like “it’s lobster BISQUE, dumbass,” and then to post that on this website. Aww, Ginny.

So, now I ask you, dear readers: If you had to smell like a soup, what soup would you choose to smell like?

Into the Car, Baby Bleed the Gas

I’m reading Killing Bono right now and thoroughly enjoying it. But it’s reminding me of this thing that really bugs me when people write about music – how to write about the band.

Rolling Stone and most other music publications use the plural, as in “U2 are busy on tour right now,” so I’m assuming that’s the standard, but it annoys me, because it doesn’t feel right to me and therefore, reading it breaks the flow. I can see it if you’re talking about, say, The Shins. The band name is a plural, so it makes sense to me to say, “The Shins are busy on tour right now.” But for a band with a singular name, I’d use “is” instead of “are.” It feels better. I think of a band with a singular name, like U2 or Radiohead or whatever, and for me it’s analogous to a word like “family.” Yeah, a family is made up of individuals, but altogether it’s a unit.

I suppose if it’s important to pick one and go with it, “are” is the better one, because saying “The Shins is busy on tour” sounds even stranger than saying “U2 are busy on tour,” and I also have a feeling somewhere in the back of my brain that this particular usage started with British journalists.

I’m sure some of you grammarians can explain exactly why this is, and I’m certainly not trying to convince any of you that I’m right. It’s just one of those things that bugs me because I’m neurotic, really.

Besides, I’m not really the one who has to worry about it, since Sammi is our family’s budding rock journalist anyway.