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Due to kusoyaro linking me back to LJ via Fb, I may have to post an actual post later. Since things actually have been happening in my life.

But we'll see.

Writer's Block: More Island Time

You're packing your bag for that other desert island—the one with no electricity—what 5 books do you take with you?
This is a hard one and I don't even know why I am attempting to answer it. But for right now I am going to say:
1. "Invisible Monsters" by Chuck Palahniuk
2. "100 Years of Solitude" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
3. "Lamb: the Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal" by Christopher Moore
4.  "Stardust" by Neil Gaiman
5. "Otherworld" by Tad Williams (sure, it's a four book series, but it's technically just one story, right? Right?"

Really these are just the first 5 books that popped into my head, but honestly I could list off another five off the bat, that I would not want to live my life without reading again.

book meme

Stole this from muffdaddysmooth . 
  • Grab the nearest book.
  • Open it to page 56.
  • Find the fifth sentence.
  • Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
  • Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

The nearest book to me is my autographed copy of Christopher Moore's "Fool."  And here is the sentence:

"What we offered, was offered when she was dear to us."
 




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Writer's Block: Jackpot

If you won the lottery, what would you do with your newfound riches?
Pay off all my debts, build a house, pay off my mom's house, pay my sister to dump her loser boyfriend, never ever work a serious job ever again, open an art gallery and, of course, finance a horror movie or three.

Writer's Block: Rare Condition

Do you suffer from paraskevidekatriaphobia or know anyone who does?
No, but I do have a fear of trying to pronounce that word.

Just 'Cause This Is Funny

We live in a college apartment complex.  Across the hall from us live a couple of females.  Just before my roommate came to retrieve me from work, this is what he overheard.

(Two men leaving the apartment across the hall and stopping to talk in the hall)
Guy 1:  You totally cockblocked me.
Guy 2:  I was not fuckin' cockblocking you.  
Guy 1: Dude, yes you were.
(Door open, girl pops head out)
Awesome Neighbor:  For your information, he wasn't cockblocking, 'cause neither of you had any chance in the first place. Dumbasses.
(Shuts door.  Guys continue to argue about who cockblocked who).

I Have To Brag

I'm frakkin' proud of myself.  Between now and the time I posted the previous entry (just a few hours ago), I filled out my federal tax forms (and since I'm self-employed, in addition to the 1040, I had to fill out the Schedule SE and Schedule C as well).  

I feel smart.

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30% Chance of Flurries, My Ass

I'm lying in the dark on my bed with the blinds open watching the snow drift and wind like dust motes past the streetlights.  Every so often the wind catches them right and the flakes seem to hover perfectly still before whipping up and around and off into the darkness. 

I love all the people in my life very much and am thankful to have them around me.

This snow, this whiteness, this weather static, is a peaceful end to a wonderful day, even if it will be gone by the time I wake. 

Writer's Block: Left Behind

What do you want done with your body after you die?
Oh I like this one.  But there are three possible options:

1.  When I was a kid, I used to bike with my brother and sister to the nearby Coyote Hills WIldlife Refuge.  We'd climb hills, catch frogs, the regular kid stuff.  Well, I remember climbing this huge hill in the park (I want to say it was called Glider Hill, because people would go  up there to fly those little RC planes) that overlooked a stunning view of the Bay.  For the longest time, I thought I'd like to have my ashes spread from this hill when I die.  I'm undecided on this one because California is such a far past part of my life now.  That and the hill probably isn't as beautiful as I remember. 

2.  However, I'm still torn between wanting to be buried and cremated.  If I were to be buried, I want it to be in a real cemetary, not one of those wimpy memorial gardens with their little bronze plaques.  If I'm going to be buried, I want a headstone.  A nice, big carved one with a clever epitaph and some weeping angel perched atop it.  A stone that moss will grow on and the rain will whither away so when people go by it 100 years from my death, they'll barely be able to read it.  And if my body were buried under a huge sprawling tree, so it's roots could feed on me, that would be pretty awesome as well.

3.  I've also considered donating my body to Bodyworlds.   http://www.bodyworlds.com    However, I would absolutely never donate it to "science" in general, because I know this would mean that plastic surgery students might be rhinoplastizing my disembodied head over here, while future surgeons cut into organs over there while some other wannabe doctors lipsuction my dead butt over there.  Basically, ANYTHING could be done to me after I die, and I'd like a little more respect than that.   On second thought, I probably wouldn't do the Bodyworlds either cause they leave on certain parts of skin (the lips, the eyebrows, the labia, of all things)--and that kind of creeps me out.  I don't want people staring at my plasticized labia for all of eternity.

So I guess it's either in ashes off a hill (unless I find somewhere better before then) or being eaten slowly by a tree, under a nice big stone. I think I like the tree best. 



Writer's Block: Peevish

Too many LJers to list have submitted this question—what is your biggest pet peeve?
My biggest annoyance is when people cancel plans at the last minute, especially for weak reasoning like "I just don't feel like it."  If it's a tentative, half-assed plan, that I don't mind so much, but let's say I've taken off work or cancelled other plans,etc., and you and I were supposed to go meet for dinner at this specific restaurant at 8 pm on Monday.  Then you call at 7:30 to tell me you don't feel like going...grrr.  I could smack you in the face.