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Meme Thief

Stole this meme from Jennifer. As you will see below, I'm doin' nuthin' tonight, so why not?

What is your favorite thing to wear? Jeans, black boots, black sweater. Would have said a black turtleneck a few days ago, but blue kid told me that turtlenecks died years ago and that I need to get a fashion sense. And unless I'm totally out of it, wearing a "sweater" is still not too embarrassing.

Last meal you had at a restaurant: Penne pasta with shrimp and lobster. Sounds good but it wasn't all that great. The bread and butter beforehand was better.

Name one thing that scares you: Lately, the unknown's been doing a heckuva job, Brownie.

Who was the last person in your bed? The Skimmer

What were you doing at 7:00am? Proofreeding

Last person you hugged? My mom

Does anyone you know want to date you? Rod Stewart. He noticed all my gushing over him the last few days and emailed to say that Rachel Hunter ain't got nothin' on me. He said, "Wanna Steal Away?" And I was like, "Uh, ok...Rod."

When was your last encounter with the police? When Blue Kid had his first fender bender in the grocery store parking lot on Saturday morning. And the policeman told BK and the girl, "This is private property. No fault area. Looks like neither of you were at fault more than the other." And the girl said, "My boyfriend's a cop!"

So, The Skimmer and I are both thinking, Great! If we don't pony up some money for her dumb little Mitsubishi scratches, her boyfriend's going to harass BK while he's driving around town.

Have you ever driven without a license? I don't remember. Knowing me, though? Probably.

What time of the day is it? Early evening.

Who/What made you angry today? Didn't really get angry today. Not even with him. Just sort of annoyed, aggravated and worried.

Do you want anyone? Yep.

Do you like birds? Yes. Except for when they are mean.

Do you download music? Oh my God, no! Who on earth would waste precious time and money on such shenanigans?

Do you care if your socks are dirty? I guess I sort of care, but I'm not obsessed with it.

Opinion of Chinese symbol tattoos? I'm not really an any kind of symbol tattoo kind of girl

What are you doing tonight? Nuthin' except for stealing memes.

Do you like to cuddle? For like a second. Then I feel constricted and encumbered.

Do you love anyone? Yeah, Geez. Just because I don't really like to cuddle doesn't mean I'm a total hater.

Whose bed did you sleep in last night? I slept on the couch.

Have you ever bungee jumped? Nope. Never will either.

Have you ever gone whitewater rafting? Yes. With my old boyfriend years and years ago. He could be a jerk. I should have knocked him into the water.

Has anyone ten years older than you ever hit on you? Yes. He was probably more than 10 years older than me. I'm guessing I was 32 and he was in his early 50s. Funny story. At least I think it is. My old boss and I went to a meeting. Our biggest client. Their building was being renovated and they had trailers pulled up and attached to their building somehow as temporary office space. We were in the "conference room" of one of the trailers and as the meeting was wrapping up, I was standing there with my boss, the president of the company and three or four other guys. In the middle of the small talk, the president of the company leaned in, looked at me and said, "You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen." Without missing a beat my boss said, "Never trust a guy who talks to you like that in a trailer."

I miss my old boss. He made me laugh every day for 10 years.

How many pets do you have? Six. Three cats: Woody, Lego and Jack. Two guinea pigs: Scruffy and Charlie Brown. And one turtle: Squirtle

Have you met a real redneck? Hell, yeah! My family's filled with 'em.

How is the weather right now? It's a really pretty fall evening. Cool and crisp, sweater weather. (Not turtleneck weather! Turtleneck weather is for losers!)

What are you listening to right now? David Bowie's Oh! You Pretty Things.

What was the last movie you watched? I hate to say it, but Waitress for the upteenth time.

Do you wear contacts? Nope.

Where was the last place you went besides your house? My mom's house, for lunch.

What are you wearing? Red pajama bottom shorts and an old, faded light blue sweatshirt. Might be a tad more loser-ish than wearing a turtleneck.

What's one thing you've learned this year? To do what's good for me.

What do you usually order from Starbucks? A Vanilla Latte. If I'm in a certain mood, I'll say "Grande." If I'm in another certain mood, I'll say "Medium."

Ever had someone sing to you? Yes! And it's one of my favorite memories. When I was in college I was leaving a keg party. As I walked up the sidewalk, a group of guys (my good friends) were all hanging out an upstairs window of that raggedy old house singing this to me as I walked away because they knew how much I loved that song.


Staring at the full moon
like a lover...

Sigh. Wasn't that the sweetest thing ever for a bunch of drunk guys to do?

Have you ever fired a gun? Yes. And get this. I was in Kentucky when I did it.

Are you missing someone? Yep.

Favorite TV show? TV is so disappointing to me anymore. But, if I had to choose I would say, "Dexter." Nothing like a serial killer discovering his heart.

What do you have an obsession with? Right now, I really don't have any obsessions or even passions. And like TV, it's a little disappointing.

Has anyone ever said you looked like a celeb? BOSSY thought I looked like Diane Lane. My friend told me once that I looked like Drew Barrymore in Riding in Cars with Boys. People in high school told me my boyfriend and I looked like Joanie and Chachi. My uncle said once that I looked like Barbie Benton. That was a little creepy.

Who would you like to see right now?
Right this second? Ed McMahon at my door with one of those huge checks. And it wouldn't even matter that I was dressed like a loser. I'd be rich! People would just think I'm eccentric.

There she goes. That eccentric rich woman. In her turtleneck.

Ever had a near death experience? Nope.

Are you afraid of falling in love? Not when I did.

Have you ever been caught doing something you weren't supposed to? Yep.

Has anyone you were really close to passed away recently? No.

What's something that really bugs you? People who boss me around, constantly telling me what to do like they know everything! That and mean birds. And dirty socks. Sometimes.

Taco Bell or Burger King?
Whoppers, baby.

Next time you will kiss someone? Friday at 7pmish.

Favorite baseball team? Cleveland Indians. From the mid to late 90s.

Ever call a 1-900 phone number? No. But, I always kind of wanted to.

Nipple or Nose rings? Ew, pain, no. Belly button rings can be cute, though.

What's the longest time you've gone without sleep? I have no idea.

Last time you went bowling?
Eight years ago, on BK's eighth birthday.

Where is the weirdest place you have slept? Outside, in a tent, in the freezing cold rain during that stupid white water rafting trip years ago.

Who did you last speak with on the phone? My mom

What does your last received text message say? Awrite already mom

What's the closest orange object to you? Mark Kurlansky's 1968. It's sort of yellowish goldy orange. Close enough.

Now. You are welcome to steal this meme. Tell us. What are you wearing right now? A bunch of drunk guys ever sing to you? How do you feel about dirty socks? Inquiring minds want to know.

Tears On and Off the Field


Soon after returning to the Bronx from World War II, I went to the Stadium to see a football game. The home team, called the New York Yankees, was inept but all through the game a stout woman sitting alone several rows away was loudly cheering her heart out.

Watching her, I thought about the emptiness of some lives that could only be filled with devotion to a team of professional losers. I was overcome with emotion over such pathos until someone told me that the woman was...

Who?

You'll have to read all of Robert Stein's post, The Fat Lady Sings at Yankee Stadium, to find out.

A Real Roarin' Explosion


Jeezus, Marty, I was standing right there just waiting for the crossing signal to turn so I could get to the movie house on the other side. And bam, this long lick of a flame screamed as loud as if you dropped a load of steel i-beams at my feet. God almighty it was loud. That’s all I saw and heard. The white-yellow blast and the sound of a .45 caliber and its echo. I know that sound, it’s like nothin’ else, a real roarin’ explosion. After that you could’ve heard a pin drop. Oh man, it must of been a long few seconds before it registered, someone took cold blooded aim at some poor slob and popped ‘em right there on the boulevard.

You know me, I don't show stuff, Mr. Ice Water, right? Anyway, I gathered my wits and I took a good look at the crowd around me, I guess partly to see if what I saw was real. It was. The crowd was in a weird kind of silence, a few sobs and lots of heavy breathing. But down on the asphalt, in the crosswalk was this guy, bleeding from his gut and he wasn’t moving. I mean at the range that gun was fired it’s amazing the dead guy wasn’t sawed in half. To tell you the truth, I never seen someone get plugged like that. If I was religious, with that gun's roar, I would have said the world had ended...

Read the rest of Bill Stankus' post, Hollywood Boulevard here.

Hey! You! Get a Load of My Word Cloud

Wc-bluegirl
Will did it for me.

I made my own beautiful word cloud several weeks ago.  But, couldn't figure out how to post it.  And I was upset by that because it had about seven F-bombs in it.  So, I'm still G-rated.  I'll never be able to appeal to an adult audience!  Dang!

Unless you consider "McCain" profanity. 

Or "Bush/Cheney."

Or "Pinko Punko."

Heck, yeah!

Or "plate."

Create your own word cloud here.

Cuz two's a crowd on my word cloud, baby.

Internet Fun. I Miss It.

This is the only Internet fun I've had in a week.

I'm busy at work and busy working at life in general.

I'll be back when I can get my act together.

What?

What did you say?

"It was nice knowin' ya.  Have a nice life?"

Shut up.

The Monsters in Her Head

Denise was driving home in the fog one night wondering...

If a monster jumped out onto the road, I wonder if I could swerve in time?

What if I swerve but it attaches itself to the car?!

How do you shake a monster off your car? Back and forth jimmy-jam movements?

Wait.  I know.  Speed up and then break really fast to make them fly off!

Or, is that only if they are on the hood?  I mean, if the monster is hanging on the back, that won’t really do anything.. unless I DRIVE BACKWARD really fast then slam on the breaks.  God, it would be really dangerous to drive backward really fast on 35W. In the fog.

If the monster breaks the window or has some sort of Mazda-melting saliva, then what?

Is it wrong the honk my horn and flash my lights to get someone to stop and help me?  Or is that selfishly endangering other people?  What if it’s a monster that only comes out like once every 70 years and only needs to eat one person and then everyone else is safe and it just goes away?   THAT’s a dilema.

Oh my god.

What if the monster can run as fast the car and when I look over, it’ll just be loping along beside the car…like, GRINNING at me?


Read all of Denise's post, Why I should not have conversations with myself while driving home in the fog.

Laugh.  Out.  Loud.

The American Experience

People keep on living even after their dreams have died, even after realizing that they are not going to pull out of their town full of losers, even when they understand they will not get to the place where they really want to go...


Joe Posnanski's in China covering the Olympics, wondering if he should go to see Springsteen the night he gets back home.

Ruth Encourages Comments of All Kinds

The other night, one of Ruth's friends popped over for some coffee and mentioned he had been reading her blog.

I was a bit surprised by that, since I don't assume anyone reads my blog except for other bloggers who I know online, most of them with names that are a bit clever- or funny. I'm always surprised when someone who doesn't blog mentions they read my blog.

"And," he said, staring at his coffee cup, "I think you need to change what you write about."

Wow. Every blogger's nightmare, huh? A reader in 3D right in front of you. Not as easy as dealing with a comment, is it?

"Tell me," I said.


Find out what Ruth's friend wishes she's write about in her post, When a person with a comment stops by your house...

East 89th Street In Ed Koch’s Manhattan

Dennis Perrin walks up the stairs and back in time.

Going Inside a Stone

About writing, from John Baker's place:

To know that one does not write for the other -- to know that writing compensates for nothing, that it is precisely where you are not -- that is the beginning of writing.

                        ~Roland Barthes

Meanwhile, Steve Kuusisto ain't got no Diet Coke in the frig.

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