Killer II: The Collaborative Meme Strikes Back
-= YOUR PAST, YOUR PRESENT, YOUR FUTURE =-
Singing. I even have a mix of songs I like to sing along to so I don't have to play shuffle with my CDs. It's because it's physical and cathartic, and it's something I do well and am reasonably confident about, so it always makes me feel better.
I have nearly everything that I feel sentimental about, like my favorite stuffed animal from when I was five, which has been everywhere with me and is in this very apartment. So I suppose I'll have to choose the silver VW Golf I had in high school, because it was my first car, it was super sweet, and I haven't had a car since, because I keep living in large cities. That choice is likely more symbolic than anything else, though.
How can anyone possibly answer this? I absolutely lack the unbiased self-knowledge to answer it, myself.
I wear colors I look good in: red and blue and black, and pink, and purple, and some green.
Likely the above stuffed animal.
I have surpressed it successfully.
I have a family.
Not like this.
-= FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD =-
Wow, complicated. There could be the last time my family would ever eat together, which was Thanksgiving 1991, but I don't think I'd want to return to that moment knowing what I know now as it would be far too heartbreaking. So I'd pick that 4th of July before my 30th birthday when I hauled a bunch of friends up to Maine and kicked my parents out of my house for the weekend, and we came back from a day on the beach to my brother making us a lobster dinner. I was surrounded by the people I love, and it was brilliant.
Wow, I have no idea. Salt & Vinegar potato chips represent where I'm from more than me. I do eat a lot of fruit leather, though.
Well, FDR already served her hot dogs. I suppose I'd give her take out pizza, beer, and Ben & Jerry's eaten right out of the carton.
-= THE BENEVOLENT DICTATOR'S SECTION =-
I honestly can't think of anything monetary that I would really want to give to someone. I mean, I would want for my friends to be successful in their chosen paths, more than anything else.
I would want a place here in the city, and a place in Maine.
"What is the meaning of this?" Or possibly "Why is this man smiling?"
Anyplace in the tropics, be it jungle, beach or desert.
Also the suburbs of Moscow, because that Stalinist architecture sucks.
-= EMOTE, PEOPLE, EMOTE =-
Hm. Once when I was in middle school I dreamt that I was looking for a polka-dotted shirt, which I could not find, and I ended up sleepwalking out into the living room looking for this non-existant shirt. I have no idea why I dreamt this.
So my friend Pierre and I are running about in Europe, and we find ourselves in Amsterdam, and go to the Anne Frank house. Which, is a really cool place and I highly recommend it, but it's just a house, on a street. We happen to look out the back window of the house and in an adjoining yard was the largest cat I have ever seen. It was orange and had to have weighed about 30 pounds. So here we are, Pierre and I, going "puss puss puss" out the back window of the Anne Frank House. Which pretty much sums up our trip.
My father changed my life for the worse, and I decline to tell you that story.
When I was in my late senior year of high school, a family friend who taught at our school and also served on and off in state government talked to me when I was in the midst of my college decision and said that nothing was irrevocable. I wasn't making a decision that would cast my fate in steel or stone or something. Up until that point I had been so fixated on a specific route out of my horrible small town that I had convinced myself that any false step meant disaster, but I suddenly realized that I could relax, enjoy life a little bit more, and things would generally work out, career-wise. Which has for the most part been true.
My mother, who said we should be able to cook for ourselves.
-= IN PERPETUITY =-
I would think it would be nonrepresentational, actually. Possibly of wrought iron. Possibly sculpted by my best friend's mother.
Ugh. I don't know, I think a painting would be fine, and appropriately formal and all of that.
How morbid. Nothing, really. I like the ones that don't say much. Possibly, "Beloved friend, wife and mother"?
-= BRING ON THE APOCALYPSE =-
C, D and Pierre
Sayers, but only if I get to be Harriet Wimsey.
HP, but only if I'm a witch.
Or maybe being Liz Imbrie in Philadelphia Story.
Well, that's silly, because if you bring a deck of cards you are automatically bringing many, many games, and since I am a good packer and multipurposer, I would bring a deck of cards and all the games it implies.
-= IMAGE, TEXT AND MEDIA =-
Madonna, because she is so fearless, and because she does do all this shit on purpose, and if there is one person who will be able to be a sexy mom, it's her.
"The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost." William Carlos Williams, "Spring and All"
Well, since I don't have one . . .
Gaudy Night by Dorothy L. Sayers.
I'm reading Fruits Basket manga, some short stuff my friend Julie wrote while I wait for her next novel, and some Diana Wynn Jones that
Phone Booth, without question, because as a thriller it racheted up the tension all right—and then gave the audience neither release nor a satisfactory ending. I was furious when I left the theater.
It's more like genres. Mostly opera because I cannot sing it. I don't care for doo wop much but that's because I've sung too much of it; I can be forced to listen to it.
-= YOU'RE A WITCH, HARRIET! =-
a) in Real life in
ii) A year's time: Getting ready to go back to school
b) in Fandom in
ii) A year's time: People getting along?
Something to do with loneliness, which I would change into a friend making a silly face at me.
Okay, this question just doesn't work for me. First of all, on a practical level, he wouldn't receive the book because the Dursleys took all his mail. So there's that.
But if I were to send him something, it certainly wouldn't be a warning of what he was up against! It would be something to give him hope, to say, "Someday you will no longer be living in this cupboard. You will go to a place where people will love you. Hang on." Because it is that, that he needed to hear, at that time.
So, being that I am hopeful about the ending, I'd probably send him book 7 so he could see how it ends. But if I were less hopeful, I'd send him book 3 because he gets Sirius and Remus in that one.
-= THE HATSTAND RETURNS =-
It would be like the Monkees, only real, and you would want to watch it because the band would be really really cool and play a song at the end of every episode.
They would not, however, wear double breasted shirts.
Well, sort of. Do I believe there is other intelligent life in the universe? The odds say there is, and dude, we so don't know everything. Do I believe there is life that has figured out how to leave its own galaxy? Probably. But after that, one asks, why would they come here? To get the Starsky and Hutch DVDs?
Valparaiso.
Killer II is the second iteration of the collaborative meme, and you can copy all the questions, including the markup tags, cut tags and html links, from this post here.