The Return Of Mr. Book!
Hi all...Just sitting here in my solitude, and decided that now is as good a time as any to play with Mr. Book...
Feel free to skip this if you want to, as I don't know how many of you actually READ these entries...but, I enjoy doing them...And it's MY LJ...So NYAH! LOL!
Question #17:
Would you be willing to become extremely ugly physically if it meant you would live for 1,000 years at any phyiscal age you chose?*
Excuse me for just a moment...I feel the need to yell this...
"FUCK NO!"
Okay, I feel better now...
I say no, not because I'm against the idea of being ugly...Shit, how can you be against the idea of being something that you ALREADY ARE???? (IMO, anyway.)
I cannot STAND my physical appearance. Anyone who knows me, knows this is a fact. So, with that in mind...I'm gonna alter the question a little so it fits...
If someone walked up to me today and said, "Hey! I've got this here magical wand...would you like me to wave it over your head and make you live for 1,000 years?" I'd kick em in the nuts, (Assuming they had nuts to begin with...) and then run as FAR away as I possibly could get...Before calling 911 and alerting them that a crazy person was wandering the streets claiming to have a magical wand...
The thought of my own demise scares the living hell out of me. I don't WANT to die. But...It's inevitable. You're born, You live your life, you pass on so that there's room for others to come into the world and follow the same process. It's a scientific fact, folks...And it's not to be fucked with.
Can you imagine living that long? Honestly? With the state of the world as it is today, how FUCKED UP is it gonna be say, 100 years from now? Let alone 400 or 500?
My personal hope, is that sooner or later a new ice age takes hold of the earth, and everyone gets turned into a human popsicle...So, someday...When a new race of intellectual beings is formed, they can all gather around our remains, and disect us with their plasma-rays or whatever they have, and try to figure out just what the hell these two legged creatures are.
And furthermore...I hope I'm holding a cup of red Kool-Aid when it happens...So I become a cherry-flavored popsicle! Yummy!
Question #17: (PART TWO)
*as denoted by the asterisk after part one*
How much are you affected by a person's physical appearance? How would it change your life if something happened to make you much less attractive than you are now?*
(Again with the asterisk! It's the question that never ends! AHHH!)
Okay, I'm not gonna lie. I can appreciate a good-looking person. (See: Ryan Gosling, Jason Mraz, & Tom Felton) Male OR Female for that matter...(See: Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas)
But, when it comes to love, or relationships as a whole...Physical appearance has little to do with it for me.
How fucking HYPOCRITICAL would it be of me to sit here and think...
Gee, I can't hang out with HER...She's UGLY!
Duh...Look in the mirror, Becca! You're no super-model yourself!
I'm very hard on myself, I know...And the logical thing that you're probably all screaming at the monitor right now is:
"If you're THAT unhappy with yourself, CHANGE IT, DUMBASS!"
I'm WORKING on it! And thank you for calling me, dumbass, by the way...I appreciate the terms of endearment!
I'm hoping to have that Gastric-Bypass surgery I've been talking about for 90 million years...Tis just a matter of finding a surgeon in this area who will perform the operation as paid for by Medicare. That's the only way it's gonna get done...and it really thins out the pool of candidates...When it comes to Medical Care, "Medicare" is a cuss word. Especially if you're talking an operation that costs thousands of dollars.
How would it affect me if I was rendered uglier than I am now?
Guh...I've lived THIS way for quite a few years now...Over half my life...So, I suppose I would adjust to the altered me the way I adjusted to THIS me after my accident.
You've only got what you're given, after all...It's a pointless waste of time and breath to sit around bitching that you wish you had something else...Unless it's something like weight, which is my problem...THEN it's fixable. THEN it's in your hands, and you can either choose to fix it...Or wallow in your self-pity.
I've wallowed for too fucking long...
Do you find anything disturbing about immortality? What age seems ideal to you?
(Thank MERLIN there's not an asterisk...LOL!)
I'm standing at the Mirror of Erised. I've been given the Sorcerer's Stone. A dillema is formed.
Do I use it to gain immortality and endless riches?
Or do I have it destroyed, knowing that with those two things, I might end up living the life of a wicked person?
Sorry for the Harry Potter metaphor, but hell...You should've expected it from me...
I'm gonna have to go the heroes route and say that I would allow the stone to be destroyed. I don't want the power and responsibility that would come with it.
My long-term goal in life is simplicity at it's finest...
Fall in love, Get married, Have children, See my grandchildren, and then die peacefully in my sleep, leaving those whose lives I touched better having known me.
I don't ask much...I just want to be happy.
As for which age is ideal? Well, I'm not gonna say childhood, because mine was shit. And I'm not gonna say adulthood because there's too much fucking responsiblity tied in with being an adult.
Personally, I'd like to go back and be 18 again for a while.
At 18, you're old enough to buy cigarettes...But not too old to be in Community Children's Theater Productions.
Yep...18 was a good age.
Feel free to skip this if you want to, as I don't know how many of you actually READ these entries...but, I enjoy doing them...And it's MY LJ...So NYAH! LOL!
Question #17:
Would you be willing to become extremely ugly physically if it meant you would live for 1,000 years at any phyiscal age you chose?*
Excuse me for just a moment...I feel the need to yell this...
"FUCK NO!"
Okay, I feel better now...
I say no, not because I'm against the idea of being ugly...Shit, how can you be against the idea of being something that you ALREADY ARE???? (IMO, anyway.)
I cannot STAND my physical appearance. Anyone who knows me, knows this is a fact. So, with that in mind...I'm gonna alter the question a little so it fits...
If someone walked up to me today and said, "Hey! I've got this here magical wand...would you like me to wave it over your head and make you live for 1,000 years?" I'd kick em in the nuts, (Assuming they had nuts to begin with...) and then run as FAR away as I possibly could get...Before calling 911 and alerting them that a crazy person was wandering the streets claiming to have a magical wand...
The thought of my own demise scares the living hell out of me. I don't WANT to die. But...It's inevitable. You're born, You live your life, you pass on so that there's room for others to come into the world and follow the same process. It's a scientific fact, folks...And it's not to be fucked with.
Can you imagine living that long? Honestly? With the state of the world as it is today, how FUCKED UP is it gonna be say, 100 years from now? Let alone 400 or 500?
My personal hope, is that sooner or later a new ice age takes hold of the earth, and everyone gets turned into a human popsicle...So, someday...When a new race of intellectual beings is formed, they can all gather around our remains, and disect us with their plasma-rays or whatever they have, and try to figure out just what the hell these two legged creatures are.
And furthermore...I hope I'm holding a cup of red Kool-Aid when it happens...So I become a cherry-flavored popsicle! Yummy!
Question #17: (PART TWO)
*as denoted by the asterisk after part one*
How much are you affected by a person's physical appearance? How would it change your life if something happened to make you much less attractive than you are now?*
(Again with the asterisk! It's the question that never ends! AHHH!)
Okay, I'm not gonna lie. I can appreciate a good-looking person. (See: Ryan Gosling, Jason Mraz, & Tom Felton) Male OR Female for that matter...(See: Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas)
But, when it comes to love, or relationships as a whole...Physical appearance has little to do with it for me.
How fucking HYPOCRITICAL would it be of me to sit here and think...
Gee, I can't hang out with HER...She's UGLY!
Duh...Look in the mirror, Becca! You're no super-model yourself!
I'm very hard on myself, I know...And the logical thing that you're probably all screaming at the monitor right now is:
"If you're THAT unhappy with yourself, CHANGE IT, DUMBASS!"
I'm WORKING on it! And thank you for calling me, dumbass, by the way...I appreciate the terms of endearment!
I'm hoping to have that Gastric-Bypass surgery I've been talking about for 90 million years...Tis just a matter of finding a surgeon in this area who will perform the operation as paid for by Medicare. That's the only way it's gonna get done...and it really thins out the pool of candidates...When it comes to Medical Care, "Medicare" is a cuss word. Especially if you're talking an operation that costs thousands of dollars.
How would it affect me if I was rendered uglier than I am now?
Guh...I've lived THIS way for quite a few years now...Over half my life...So, I suppose I would adjust to the altered me the way I adjusted to THIS me after my accident.
You've only got what you're given, after all...It's a pointless waste of time and breath to sit around bitching that you wish you had something else...Unless it's something like weight, which is my problem...THEN it's fixable. THEN it's in your hands, and you can either choose to fix it...Or wallow in your self-pity.
I've wallowed for too fucking long...
Do you find anything disturbing about immortality? What age seems ideal to you?
(Thank MERLIN there's not an asterisk...LOL!)
I'm standing at the Mirror of Erised. I've been given the Sorcerer's Stone. A dillema is formed.
Do I use it to gain immortality and endless riches?
Or do I have it destroyed, knowing that with those two things, I might end up living the life of a wicked person?
Sorry for the Harry Potter metaphor, but hell...You should've expected it from me...
I'm gonna have to go the heroes route and say that I would allow the stone to be destroyed. I don't want the power and responsibility that would come with it.
My long-term goal in life is simplicity at it's finest...
Fall in love, Get married, Have children, See my grandchildren, and then die peacefully in my sleep, leaving those whose lives I touched better having known me.
I don't ask much...I just want to be happy.
As for which age is ideal? Well, I'm not gonna say childhood, because mine was shit. And I'm not gonna say adulthood because there's too much fucking responsiblity tied in with being an adult.
Personally, I'd like to go back and be 18 again for a while.
At 18, you're old enough to buy cigarettes...But not too old to be in Community Children's Theater Productions.
Yep...18 was a good age.