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So, I've been waiting for recycling to provide some BLOG filler as I have had very little to write about lately. However, once I got them, it took me forever to answer!
1. Did you ever expect, ten years ago, your life would be the same as it is today? How do you think it's going to be ten years from now?
Never did I expect to be as I am right now. Actually, almost exactly 10 years ago, several of my high school instructors had us write papers on just that subject. "Where do you see yourself in 10 years" must have been the topic of 1993/1994 at Union Star High School and I dug out two of them to help answer this question.
Well, according to this mishmash of crap, it seems I was going to be a biochemical engineer working / living in New York City (HA!). I was to live "on an upper floor of a huge building" where I could look down on the people below. (Have you ever seen the ultimate sap-fest called What Women Want, Mel's apartment in that is something like what I had pictured - I know silly!)
I would not be married and might have one child, but never a husband. Yes, artificial seemed the way to go for me. (Either that or a surrogate father who I only used for some sort of sexual tryst when the time was right.) I would have dinner dates and sex, but no one completely serious. If it did become serious, we would still not be living together as I have always needed my own space.
I planned to travel for pleasure and work and would be well-respected in my career. My social skills would be top-notch and men and women alike would enjoy me for what I was.
I would lose weight, becoming fit by eating sensibly and exercising regularly. People would find me "esthetically pleasing" (Not beautiful, mind you, but pleasing to look at - I quoted that because I thought it summed up my mindset at the time.) and I would be proud of the way I looked.
I would make a goodly amount of money (Obviously, I mean the apartment and travel alone!) and would not want for most things I truly desired.
I would be content. I would visit museums and see shows. I would have friends and lovers. I would exist in a way I had forgotten to dream about.
Oh, dammit! Look at me, blubbering over such a bunch of childish shit! Oh, I have to stop this. These things are not possible for me. I wish I could tell her that, that stupid 15-year-old girl who desired this life more than anything. Sometimes she stops me, in my mind, and asks when. I wish she had never existed. Then I wouldn't feel so bad when I think about her.
Now on to part II. Where will I be in 10 years? I don't know how to answer that.
Realistically, I expect I will be exactly as I am now. Working for Farmland, getting little respect, feeling old. I suppose I will still be a PrePress person, but maybe I'll be in the Flexographic ticket office or maybe I'll be nothing more than I am right now.
I could say that I might, finally, write a book that is so poignant, yet entertaining, that it makes me a million or 10 and I am currently writing my second best-seller, but Shit, we all know that's not happening real quick!
I could say that I would be a mother and that I loved my children very much. Maybe I will be a stay at home mom (hmmm, not likely) and enjoy spending my days with my lovely children.
But, life is ... life. Who knows, maybe I'll be dead in 10 years! Who can say?
2. Who's the male celebrity out there that really "gets the old engine revved up", if you know what I mean?
Well, I've always had a thing for Chris Cornell. Now, I'm not talking current Chris nor am I thinking of long-haired Chris. No, I'm thinking of Black Hole Sun, SoundGarden 1993 to 1997 Chris. I know this dates me, but he was HOT back then.
Now, I also think that Kenneth Branagh (circa 1993) was pretty attractive and was fairly talented, until Wild, Wild West. (I personally think the man should be shot for that role.)
Another one is Kyle MacLachlan, you know Agent Cooper of Twin Peaks fame and Jeffrey of Blue Velvet. I have no idea what he looks like now, though.
Maybe I'm just too damn picky! Or, more likely, I just can't pick!
3. If you could get away scott-free with killing one person and one person only, would you do it? If so, who would that person be, and why?
Yes, I would. There is no doubt in my mind that, if it were a world without consequences, I would. Who would it be? That is a much harder question. It wouldn't be for revenge as I don't feel the need to get revenge on anyone that badly. Besides all bad things teach us something even if it's only teaching what we don't want out of life. It couldn't be for hatred or love or any real reason. I think it would have to be just for the experience.
Of course, that sounds insane. I don't plan on becoming a serial killer or anything, but honestly, if I were to kill someone it would have to be for the experience of killing. If you do it out of passion, then what has it gotten you? A lot of trouble for something you will barely remember!
But let's face it, for all the big talk we all know that I will never kill anyone as once it came down to it, I would probably not have the guts unless it were a crime of passion, something I have claimed not to want.
So, I guess, upon reflection, I probably wouldn't really kill anyone.
4. What's your favorite joke?
Oh, this is easy!
So, one day in the middle of a beautiful spring day, while the people of Paris were strolling through the streets and church bells were ringing, Quaismoto, the lonely bell ringer of Notre Dame Cathedral was found dead in his loft.
The bishop of the district was heart broken, as he had befriended Q in his later years and found him an interesting man and wonderful friend. However, he knew that the bells of Notre Dame had to be rung. Immediately a search was started for the new bell ringer. Many people came from all over the countryside to audition and the council set to work listening to them. One after one they came to the tower and one after one they were awful. None of them had rhythm. Many were too loud, some of them too quiet. But all of them stunk!
Just as the bishop was ready to give up, a badly twisted man with no arms and a bent back finalized his climb to the top of the tower. The bishop explained to the man that auditions were over for the day. The man looked at the bishop with a tear in his eye. He explained that he had traveled very far and his dream had been to ring the bells of Notre Dame, ever since he was a small child. Feeling sorry for the man, the bishop granted him the final audition of the day. The bishop sat back in his chair and braced himself for the next bad audition, wondering how the man would ring the bell with no arms.
His query was quickly answered when the man took a few steps back and ran, face first, into the bell. It swung to-and-fro, making the most beautiful tone. Again the man ran at the bells and as his pace quickened with each stroke, it was clear he had a talent for it. The bishop hired the man on the spot and he was named the new bell ringer.
After a few months, word of his spectacular ringing reached all the people of France. On one very bright and sunny day, the Cardinal of the district came to visit, simply to hear the bells. After the ceremony had ended and the final bells rang out, the Cardinal was struck with awe. He felt he must meet this man. His bell ringing had filled him with admiration and love.
He climbed the many steps to the top of the bell tower and professed his admiration for the man's talent. He reached to pat the man on the back and knocked him slightly off balance. The man, who had no arms to steady himself, fell face first down into the pit. Upon striking the ground he bounced twice and promptly died. The Cardinal raced down the stairs and knelt by the dead man's head. He turned him over and looked at the bruised and bloodied face. He turned to the man next to him and said do you know this man? Who is he? What is his family name?
The man turned to the Cardinal and said "I don't know, but his face rings a bell."
The Cardinal, who felt responsible for the man's death, decided to head up the new round of auditions. After two days of hearing the most awful bell ringing ever, he was ready to give up. Just then another tired and dirty man with no arms came into the belfry. The Cardinal could not believe his eyes as the man looked shockingly like the ringer who had previously fell to his death just a few days before.
The Cardinal questioned the man and was told that he had come to ring the bells of Notre Dame to fulfill his dead brother's lifelong dream. The Cardinal granted him the audition and sat back, hoping for a performance comparable to the first man.
The man took a few steps back and began running his face into the bell, just as his brother had and, just like his brother, the music was beautiful! The Cardinal stood and applauded, a gesture most unusual for a Cardinal, and tears began streaming down his cheeks. The armless man turned to see what the commotion was and was struck from behind by the swinging bell. He lost his balance and fell out the window to the dusty earth below. He didn't bounce, but still promptly died.
Several people came running and the Bishop ran into the street. He held the man's battered body in his arms and cried out "Does anyone know this man? Who is he?"
By this time, the Cardinal had reached the street and stood beside the Bishop. He furled his brow and then responded "I know not his name, but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
Okay, that's the joke. I know, pretty bad. But my favorite just the same :-)
5. If you were stranded on a deserted island, and if you had your choice to take along with you one book, one CD (granted that you brought along a guano-powered CD player), and one person, what would they be?
Oh, this one is hard. I like a lot of books and I know it would have to be one that I found interesting and that I learned something new each and every time I read it. I think the Canturbury Tales might be fun or Alice in Wonderland (Of course, my favorite book of all time ever since I was 6 years old).
As far as the CD, it would have to be a mix CD that I made myself. It would definitely have to have some KoRn, Switchblade Symphony, Genitorturers, Radiohead, Sneakerpimps, Concrete Blonde, Nine Inch Nails, Orgy, Placebo, Portishead, Marilyn Manson, The Cure, Gravity Kills, The Yeah Yeahs, The Used, amongst others.
(I know, sneaky, but I just can't pick just one!)
Now, the one person. Well, it would probably have to be Jason as he is my best friend. For that matter, he is one of my only real life friends. He can be entertaining, although he might be a bit insensitive at times. However, he would definitely provide a lot of meat if I had to eat him since there isn't a lot of food on all deserted islands. (Just kidding, it was a joke!)
And that's it. Nothing really earth-shattering there but fun just the same!
1. Did you ever expect, ten years ago, your life would be the same as it is today? How do you think it's going to be ten years from now?
Never did I expect to be as I am right now. Actually, almost exactly 10 years ago, several of my high school instructors had us write papers on just that subject. "Where do you see yourself in 10 years" must have been the topic of 1993/1994 at Union Star High School and I dug out two of them to help answer this question.
Well, according to this mishmash of crap, it seems I was going to be a biochemical engineer working / living in New York City (HA!). I was to live "on an upper floor of a huge building" where I could look down on the people below. (Have you ever seen the ultimate sap-fest called What Women Want, Mel's apartment in that is something like what I had pictured - I know silly!)
I would not be married and might have one child, but never a husband. Yes, artificial seemed the way to go for me. (Either that or a surrogate father who I only used for some sort of sexual tryst when the time was right.) I would have dinner dates and sex, but no one completely serious. If it did become serious, we would still not be living together as I have always needed my own space.
I planned to travel for pleasure and work and would be well-respected in my career. My social skills would be top-notch and men and women alike would enjoy me for what I was.
I would lose weight, becoming fit by eating sensibly and exercising regularly. People would find me "esthetically pleasing" (Not beautiful, mind you, but pleasing to look at - I quoted that because I thought it summed up my mindset at the time.) and I would be proud of the way I looked.
I would make a goodly amount of money (Obviously, I mean the apartment and travel alone!) and would not want for most things I truly desired.
I would be content. I would visit museums and see shows. I would have friends and lovers. I would exist in a way I had forgotten to dream about.
Oh, dammit! Look at me, blubbering over such a bunch of childish shit! Oh, I have to stop this. These things are not possible for me. I wish I could tell her that, that stupid 15-year-old girl who desired this life more than anything. Sometimes she stops me, in my mind, and asks when. I wish she had never existed. Then I wouldn't feel so bad when I think about her.
Now on to part II. Where will I be in 10 years? I don't know how to answer that.
Realistically, I expect I will be exactly as I am now. Working for Farmland, getting little respect, feeling old. I suppose I will still be a PrePress person, but maybe I'll be in the Flexographic ticket office or maybe I'll be nothing more than I am right now.
I could say that I might, finally, write a book that is so poignant, yet entertaining, that it makes me a million or 10 and I am currently writing my second best-seller, but Shit, we all know that's not happening real quick!
I could say that I would be a mother and that I loved my children very much. Maybe I will be a stay at home mom (hmmm, not likely) and enjoy spending my days with my lovely children.
But, life is ... life. Who knows, maybe I'll be dead in 10 years! Who can say?
2. Who's the male celebrity out there that really "gets the old engine revved up", if you know what I mean?
Well, I've always had a thing for Chris Cornell. Now, I'm not talking current Chris nor am I thinking of long-haired Chris. No, I'm thinking of Black Hole Sun, SoundGarden 1993 to 1997 Chris. I know this dates me, but he was HOT back then.
Now, I also think that Kenneth Branagh (circa 1993) was pretty attractive and was fairly talented, until Wild, Wild West. (I personally think the man should be shot for that role.)
Another one is Kyle MacLachlan, you know Agent Cooper of Twin Peaks fame and Jeffrey of Blue Velvet. I have no idea what he looks like now, though.
Maybe I'm just too damn picky! Or, more likely, I just can't pick!
3. If you could get away scott-free with killing one person and one person only, would you do it? If so, who would that person be, and why?
Yes, I would. There is no doubt in my mind that, if it were a world without consequences, I would. Who would it be? That is a much harder question. It wouldn't be for revenge as I don't feel the need to get revenge on anyone that badly. Besides all bad things teach us something even if it's only teaching what we don't want out of life. It couldn't be for hatred or love or any real reason. I think it would have to be just for the experience.
Of course, that sounds insane. I don't plan on becoming a serial killer or anything, but honestly, if I were to kill someone it would have to be for the experience of killing. If you do it out of passion, then what has it gotten you? A lot of trouble for something you will barely remember!
But let's face it, for all the big talk we all know that I will never kill anyone as once it came down to it, I would probably not have the guts unless it were a crime of passion, something I have claimed not to want.
So, I guess, upon reflection, I probably wouldn't really kill anyone.
4. What's your favorite joke?
Oh, this is easy!
So, one day in the middle of a beautiful spring day, while the people of Paris were strolling through the streets and church bells were ringing, Quaismoto, the lonely bell ringer of Notre Dame Cathedral was found dead in his loft.
The bishop of the district was heart broken, as he had befriended Q in his later years and found him an interesting man and wonderful friend. However, he knew that the bells of Notre Dame had to be rung. Immediately a search was started for the new bell ringer. Many people came from all over the countryside to audition and the council set to work listening to them. One after one they came to the tower and one after one they were awful. None of them had rhythm. Many were too loud, some of them too quiet. But all of them stunk!
Just as the bishop was ready to give up, a badly twisted man with no arms and a bent back finalized his climb to the top of the tower. The bishop explained to the man that auditions were over for the day. The man looked at the bishop with a tear in his eye. He explained that he had traveled very far and his dream had been to ring the bells of Notre Dame, ever since he was a small child. Feeling sorry for the man, the bishop granted him the final audition of the day. The bishop sat back in his chair and braced himself for the next bad audition, wondering how the man would ring the bell with no arms.
His query was quickly answered when the man took a few steps back and ran, face first, into the bell. It swung to-and-fro, making the most beautiful tone. Again the man ran at the bells and as his pace quickened with each stroke, it was clear he had a talent for it. The bishop hired the man on the spot and he was named the new bell ringer.
After a few months, word of his spectacular ringing reached all the people of France. On one very bright and sunny day, the Cardinal of the district came to visit, simply to hear the bells. After the ceremony had ended and the final bells rang out, the Cardinal was struck with awe. He felt he must meet this man. His bell ringing had filled him with admiration and love.
He climbed the many steps to the top of the bell tower and professed his admiration for the man's talent. He reached to pat the man on the back and knocked him slightly off balance. The man, who had no arms to steady himself, fell face first down into the pit. Upon striking the ground he bounced twice and promptly died. The Cardinal raced down the stairs and knelt by the dead man's head. He turned him over and looked at the bruised and bloodied face. He turned to the man next to him and said do you know this man? Who is he? What is his family name?
The man turned to the Cardinal and said "I don't know, but his face rings a bell."
The Cardinal, who felt responsible for the man's death, decided to head up the new round of auditions. After two days of hearing the most awful bell ringing ever, he was ready to give up. Just then another tired and dirty man with no arms came into the belfry. The Cardinal could not believe his eyes as the man looked shockingly like the ringer who had previously fell to his death just a few days before.
The Cardinal questioned the man and was told that he had come to ring the bells of Notre Dame to fulfill his dead brother's lifelong dream. The Cardinal granted him the audition and sat back, hoping for a performance comparable to the first man.
The man took a few steps back and began running his face into the bell, just as his brother had and, just like his brother, the music was beautiful! The Cardinal stood and applauded, a gesture most unusual for a Cardinal, and tears began streaming down his cheeks. The armless man turned to see what the commotion was and was struck from behind by the swinging bell. He lost his balance and fell out the window to the dusty earth below. He didn't bounce, but still promptly died.
Several people came running and the Bishop ran into the street. He held the man's battered body in his arms and cried out "Does anyone know this man? Who is he?"
By this time, the Cardinal had reached the street and stood beside the Bishop. He furled his brow and then responded "I know not his name, but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
Okay, that's the joke. I know, pretty bad. But my favorite just the same :-)
5. If you were stranded on a deserted island, and if you had your choice to take along with you one book, one CD (granted that you brought along a guano-powered CD player), and one person, what would they be?
Oh, this one is hard. I like a lot of books and I know it would have to be one that I found interesting and that I learned something new each and every time I read it. I think the Canturbury Tales might be fun or Alice in Wonderland (Of course, my favorite book of all time ever since I was 6 years old).
As far as the CD, it would have to be a mix CD that I made myself. It would definitely have to have some KoRn, Switchblade Symphony, Genitorturers, Radiohead, Sneakerpimps, Concrete Blonde, Nine Inch Nails, Orgy, Placebo, Portishead, Marilyn Manson, The Cure, Gravity Kills, The Yeah Yeahs, The Used, amongst others.
(I know, sneaky, but I just can't pick just one!)
Now, the one person. Well, it would probably have to be Jason as he is my best friend. For that matter, he is one of my only real life friends. He can be entertaining, although he might be a bit insensitive at times. However, he would definitely provide a lot of meat if I had to eat him since there isn't a lot of food on all deserted islands. (Just kidding, it was a joke!)
And that's it. Nothing really earth-shattering there but fun just the same!