September 24th, 2005
Because it's an easy way to generate content (and I'm lazy).
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll come up with something better than a Jello-wrestling question.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
If I do this for you, you may post this on your journal.
1. You are the only person I know on Tribe.net.
2. "What Makes You Happy", by Liz Phair.
3. Iago actually has more lines in the play "Othello" than Othello himself does.
4. I'm sorry I can't do the Doodle Yahoo IMVironment any more.
5. Had to have been the old Nervert haunt, circa mid-2001.
6. A crocodile.
7. Best case scenario, where are you on September 27, 2015?
|Date:||September 24th, 2005 10:18 pm (UTC)|| |
Yours is forthcoming. But hit me.
1. I knew you for four years before I knew your middle name.
2. I'm probably massively misinterpreting Pearl Jam's "Off He Goes", but so be it.
3. The Color Purple
and The Turning Point
jointly hold the record for films with the most Academy Award nominations (11) without winning one award.
4. I envision a film: "Our Friend, the Monotreme", starring the late William Holden.
5. You, cowering, as I labeled you "Stan". September (possibly October) 1991.
6. One of our new dolphin overlords.
7. If the world ends tomorrow, what missed artistic opportunity would you most lament?
|Date:||September 27th, 2005 07:21 pm (UTC)|| |
7. That's a toughie. As of right this moment, however, it would be the fact that I never worked in any capacity with Joss Whedon.
Huh. Interesting. I would have expected something more like "I never got to play Othello/Lear/Shelly Levine", but OK.
Some enterprising playwright is going to have a lot of fun combining the tragic characters of Othello and Shelly Levine.
After all, Desdemona is for closers.
|Date:||September 25th, 2005 07:37 pm (UTC)|| |
Ok Mr. Richmond, I'm game..
Um, I don't think I am who you think I am--Mr. Richmond is available at fractalbase
. Even if I were Chris, since your comment was left anonymously, coming up with relevant factoids based on common history is incredibly difficult.
Yours, I was thinking about.
1. Of all the Sandras I know personally, you are the tallest. You are also the shortest.
2. "Mexican Wine", by Fountains of Wayne.
3. Rule 276: The funniest tent is the yurt, followed by the tepee and the wigwam.
4. Every nephrologist I've ever dealt with has been at best a bit smug, and at worst, a tremendous prick.
5. Rather sadly, just that there was a girlfriend-unit orbiting Cubby. Couldn't even tell you when. That's no comment on you, of course--I'm lousy at remembering first impressions unless something outrageous happens.
6. A polar bear.
7. Does it bother you that I'm compelled to kiss your husband every time I see him?
No, Steve is very kissable. I'm surprised that more people aren't compelled to do so.
And I'm not even Irish. : )
1. You are the least infuriating sabermetrics geek I know of.
2. "Misunderstood", by Wilco.
3. The quantity of beauty required to launch a single ship is 1 millihelen.
4. Is there hope with Felix Pie?
5. I'm not sure what party it was, or where, but I'm sure I kissed you there and it's just snowballed from there.
6. An albatross. Enormous wings and all that.
7. At what point were you first acutely aware of your own mortality?
1. My Value Over Replacement SABRgeek is quite high, thank you.
2. Cause of the screaming, I hope?
3. This is gold, by the by.
4. There is as long as his ankle isn't his Achilles Heel. Or his Angel Guzman shoulder.
5. Truly, some romances have no beginning nor end.
6. I'm gabriel garcia grateful.
7. This is an interesting question I'll answer in three parts.
Part the first: the country road
I was driving up a hill when I was, oh, seventeen or so and a Sanford & Son/Beverly Hillbillies-looking truck came barreling down in the opposite direction. Shortly before we passed, a large slab of lumber fell out the back. I rolled over it and skidded to a stop. Had the lumber fell seconds later, I wouldn't be typing this today. There was also an incident with a packed car and a bunch of high school friends going fast enough over a railroad track to get air from a Buick. But I never thought about that too much. I think, for some reason, I've always thought I'd die alone.
Part the second: immortality
Between, oh, March of 2000 and perhaps May of 2001, I was immortal. Seriously. No one could have touched me then even if they tried.
Part the third: adulthood
I think when you really accept you can die any day, you are an adult. Which is to say, I became an adult watching Sandra go through the first of her hospital stays at roughly the same time her mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. The most compelling moment, however, was two years later when Bernice passed. Chris Rock once said you don't know anything until you've lost a parent. I saw Sandra go through it, but I've yet to lose one myself. So while I can't claim to know anything. I at least know that I don't.