I don't usually do these types of question deals, but this one was pretty funny, so I thought I'd try. And it turned out pretty funny. To do this yourself, you're supposed to copy the list of questions and erase my answers. Then, for the answer to the first question, you press play on your music player while it's set to shuffle. For the answer to the next question, you hit "next."
If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?
“Done Hangin' on Maybe” (Evan and Jaron)
What do you like in a guy/girl?
“No One Needs to Know” (Shania Twain)
How do you feel today?
“Hakuna Matata” (Lion King)
What is your life's purpose?
“Poor Unfortunate Souls” (The Little Mermaid)
What is your motto?
“Out of the Rain” (The Duhks)
What do your friends think of you?
“Crazy” (Simple Plan)
What do you think of your parents?
“The Luckiest” (Ben Folds)
What do you think about very often?
“Secret Valentine” (We the Kings)
What is 2+2?
“Building a Mystery” (Sarah McLachlan)
What do you think of your best friend?
“Don’t Be Stupid” (Shania Twain)
What do you think of the person you like?
“Brighter than Sunshine” (Aqualung)
What is your life's story?
“I Believe” (Diamond Rio)
What do you want to be when you grow up?
“Eleanor Rigby” (The Beatles)
What do you think of when you see the person you like?
“Madly” (Tristan Prettyman)
What will you dance to at your wedding?
“Thank You” (Simple Plan)
What will they play at your funeral?
“Celebrity” (Brad Paisley)
What is your hobby/interest?
“Car Crash” (Matt Nathanson)
What is your biggest fear?
“Then I Did” (Rascal Flatts)
What is your biggest secret?
“How Lucky I Am” (Emerson Drive)
What do you think of your friends?
“Yellow Submarine” (The Beatles)
How would you describe yourself?
“Addicted” (Simple Plan)
What will you post this as?
“Pick up the Phone” (Evan and Jaron)
Monday, February 16, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
A Recommendation
Wilkie Collins, The Moonstone. Read it; it's fabulous. Especially if you have a fondness for nineteenth century writing, which I do. Writers in the nineteenth century preferred character development over plot, so the book sometimes moves slowly, but the characters who narrate the story more than make up for the pace.
Also, it's considered to be one of the first mystery novels. Actually, he wrote one before The Moonstone called The Woman in White, but people seem to prefer The Moonstone generally. I'll let you know how I feel after I finish WIW. Thank you, and good night.
Also, it's considered to be one of the first mystery novels. Actually, he wrote one before The Moonstone called The Woman in White, but people seem to prefer The Moonstone generally. I'll let you know how I feel after I finish WIW. Thank you, and good night.
Monday, February 9, 2009
A Change of Identity
No, I am not changing my name (as I should have a year ago), nor am I undergoing surgery of any kind. I just thought I would let you all know that, according to the extremely reliable phone of my sister-in-law Traci (http://runningstray.blogspot.com/), I no longer exist.
It's true. Every time she tries to type my name into her phone (for a text message or just to add me to her contacts list), the auto correct on her phone denies my existence. "Tina," obviously, is not real. No. Apparently, I am "Tuna."
I am half sister, half fish.
At first I just told Traci to tell her phone, "Har! Like I haven't heard that one before!" from me, but then I became accustomed to my fate. And also, it started to make sense. Everyone thinks I'm nutty as squirrel poo for being from Seattle yet not liking fish, and now I know why. It's because I am one! How could I eat my comrades in fins? This also explains my devastation over the loss of a certain gilled friend (see below).
What I really want to know, though, is where the split is. I mean, do I split between fish and female right down the middle, or is it at my waist? Or is the split more of a random act of nature, taking one arm here and both lungs there? Actually, we can be pretty sure both lungs are human, as I have little-to-no trouble breathing on land. So maybe it is more of an inner nature thing. I have the body of a human, but the soul of a fish. I can walk on two legs, but I have an eternal craving for the ocean and krill.
Hmmm. That doesn't sound right either. Oh well.
It's true. Every time she tries to type my name into her phone (for a text message or just to add me to her contacts list), the auto correct on her phone denies my existence. "Tina," obviously, is not real. No. Apparently, I am "Tuna."
I am half sister, half fish.
At first I just told Traci to tell her phone, "Har! Like I haven't heard that one before!" from me, but then I became accustomed to my fate. And also, it started to make sense. Everyone thinks I'm nutty as squirrel poo for being from Seattle yet not liking fish, and now I know why. It's because I am one! How could I eat my comrades in fins? This also explains my devastation over the loss of a certain gilled friend (see below).
What I really want to know, though, is where the split is. I mean, do I split between fish and female right down the middle, or is it at my waist? Or is the split more of a random act of nature, taking one arm here and both lungs there? Actually, we can be pretty sure both lungs are human, as I have little-to-no trouble breathing on land. So maybe it is more of an inner nature thing. I have the body of a human, but the soul of a fish. I can walk on two legs, but I have an eternal craving for the ocean and krill.
Hmmm. That doesn't sound right either. Oh well.
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