Showing posts with label pointless fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pointless fun. Show all posts

Friday, July 27, 2007

Five Random Questions, Ten Random Songs

Let's start with ten random songs:

Sake Rock—Martin Denny
Stupid and Shallow—The Futureheads
Worry Rock—Green Day
So Alive—Love and Rockets
Rock N Roll Suicide—David Bowie
Pirates—Gabby La La
le Contrebandier—Edith Piaf
Six Pack—Black Flag
Gypsy Eyes—Jimi Hendrix
Harlem Nocturne—Esquivel


The playlist is a little loopier than usual today. I was pleased to see Gabby La La turn up; she's my newest guilty pleasure, and I was listening to her with my youngest on our way to Amy Guth's lit-fest last night. You want jarring transitions? Edith Piaf to Black Flag--there is no smooth segue there, let me tell you.
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Now, moving on to the five random questions...

The lovely Barbara at Bad Tempered Zombie tagged me and a few other lucky folks, asking us five questions:

1. You are on death row and about to order your final meal. What will it be?

Fried catfish, gumbo, greens, bread pudding and pecan pie for dessert, with a side of redemption.

2. Have you ever named your car? What kind of car and what did you name it?

No. I had a monkeyshit brown 1980 Mercury Monarch that my brother immediately referred to as "the hooptie" though. Does that count?

3. What are your top five desert island movies?

In no particular order:

Pulp Fiction
Young Frankenstein
Caddyshack
Touch of Evil
Casablanca

4. Who would win in a fight to the death, Harry Potter or Frodo Baggins?

**SPOILER ALERT** If he can kill Voldemort, he can kill that midget.

5. What is your stripper name? (The name of your first pet as your first name [plus the name of the first street you ever lived on as your last name)

Buford Oakdene. That paints a vivid picture, doesn't it?
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I suppose I should come up with five random questions of my own now, and tag 5 of you lucky readers. Hmmm. I tag: Splotchy, Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein, Johnny Yen, Some Guy and Doc.

1. You're stuck in a flesh-eating zombie apocalypse. Would you rather deal with Romero shambling zombies who are learning to use tools and weapons, or insensible but crazy fast Dawn of the Dead remake zombies? Compare and contrast.

2. Who's the first female cartoon or comic book character you had a crush on?

3. What makes your wife/girlfriend/significant other a saint in regards to her relationship with you?

4. Batman or James Bond?

5. If you could do anything in the world that you wanted to do (assuming you're not already doing it now) what would it be? For a living, for fun, whatever.

I'm looking forward to your answers.


Sunday, June 10, 2007

I may need a lot of things, but I'll get nothing and like it

Since I am thoroughly lazy and happy to rip off other folks' good ideas, this is a perfect Sunday morning post. Marni, Lulu and Tenacious S have all done it. As with any trend not involving animal attacks or clowns, I'm way behind the curve.

I typed in "Bubs needs" and googled away, and came to a disturbing discovery. Evidently, somewhere in the English-speaking world, "bubs" must be a common way of referring to a baby:

Sometimes bub's needs will have to come first but remember to think of the other kids and family members.

bubs needs a nappy change

bubs needs to be in bed for a min of 2 hours

I plan on throwing away the books and listening to what bubs needs.

bubs needs the extra iron now

Frankly, I'd be putting the bub's needs first

Finally I got a little further into the search and found a more academic Bubs:

Bub needs
to solve the measurement problem (a. problem that Kochen and Specker never discuss)

Bub needs an argument that hidden variable theories that are empirically equivalent to the standard theory are unacceptable to establish his subthesis 1.

I assure you all that I am not a cannibal (unless I crashed on a snowy mountain with a plane full of soccer players, or got lost in the Rockies with some prospectors):

but don't you think bub needs to be eating a person's kidney or something?

Bubs needs a thread. There is alot of love for him. ...Well, ok. I can get behind that last one.

I decided to see how the results would change if I didn't use my nom de blog. BINGO! Now this is a list of stuff I really need:

Joe needs to remember that he is vulnerable to anything that gives an emotional uplift

Joe needs your help to find his broccoli!

Joe Needs Your Help!

Joe needs two cracking matches to avoid going down to reserve and he is capable of doing it if everything is right.

Joe needs to be at this year’s All-Star game in Las Vegas (obviously this person heard about my Las Vegas disappointment earlier this year.)

Joe needs to go.

Joe needs to win it all.

Joe needs to shut his browser when leaving for meetings

joe needs his beauty sleep.

JOE Needs Good Commentaries

Joe needs to get to the other side of the chasm where there are only 2 valves

JOE needs to keep his BIG NOSE out of his life.

JOE needs to give you a can of Italian Whoop Ass (Even if I'm not Italian? Why not?!)

Joe needs $7777 to support 4 months of intensive fund-raising

Joe needs to see a win, and catch a break.




Friday, May 25, 2007