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Okay, so these are the conditions of the meme for which I was tagged by [personal profile] tielan:

1. People who have been tagged must write the answers on their blog and replace any questions they dislike with a new original question.
2. Tag eight people. Don't refuse that. Don't tag who tagged you.

I don't particularly to be a party pooper. I'll gladly do the meme. I replaced a question I thought was a little silly with some alternate silliness. I'll even tag eight people. But since I hate to won't demand that people pass it on if they don't want to, and there are no stated restrictions on changing the rules, here are my rules for the meme, changes bolded:

1. People who have been tagged may write the answers on their blog and replace any questions they dislike with a new original question.
2. If you want to, tag eight people. Don't refuse that. The originator would certainly like you to, if you could do it in good conscience. Don't tag who tagged you.
3. If you see this and want to play, but I didn't tag you, join in! The more the merrier!

All right and tight? Okay. Ready, Steady, Go!


01. Make a list of 5 things you can see without getting up.
My beloved husband (playing Plants vs. Zombies on the other computer). Many children's books. Our small collection of blu-rays. An early American chest (refinished so it has little monetary value) that my great-grandmother's children gave her one Christmas. My empty tea cup.

02. How do you style your hair?
Whenever possible, parted on the left and hanging down. If I want it out of the way I french twist it, and cover it with a ball cap without pinning it up. If I'm being formal, I french twist it and bobby pin it up.

03. What are you wearing now?
Hunter green jeans, green turtleneck, scruffy old forest green polyester knit pullover sweater, rimless glasses. Green with envy yet? Convinced I come from Emerald City? Too Irish for my own good? Actually it's just a coincidence of what was clean and available.

04. What's your ringtone?
I don't have a cell phone. Where I live I'd have to drive 5 miles (8 km) in to town to get any bars. My land line sounds like a traditional phone.

05. What do you hear right now?
The second sudden death overtime period of the Vancouver-Nashville Stanley Cup playoff game.

06. What do you like to do when it's raining outside?
If it's raining hard, sometimes I like to go out and dance in it, or watch the way the droplets look as they land in the stream in our backyard. I love wild rain, but then I live in a part of the country where tornados are rare. If I need to get my exercise done, I put on rain gear, suck it up, and go get it done. If it is summer and there is no thunder, I love to go under water and listen to the hissing sound of the rain hitting the surface of the water. If I am not inclined to go out in it, I might be caught singing Shakespeare's "When I was but a little tiny boy, heigh ho, the wind and the rain, a foolish thing was but a toy, for the rain it raineth ev'ry day." Then (given world enough and time) I curl up with a good book and a cup of coffee or tea.

07. What are you thinking about right now?

08. Write the first movie name that comes to your mind right now.
Slap Shot (see my answer to # 5)

09. Dog person or cat person?
An animal person. I love both, although I vastly prefer big dogs to small, and I'm not wild about Persian or Sphinx cats. After it became clear that becoming an Egyptologist was not going to dovetail nicely with our desire to live in Vermont or Maine, I briefly considered trying to go back and take the course work necessary for vet school.

10. If you came across £2000 (or other currency) would you keep it or turn it in?
Turn it in. Being a parent means you damn well better demonstrate the kind of behavior that you think is right, because your children are watching and learning from everything you do. Besides, if I kept it, I would know and part of me would be permanently squirming.

11. What was the last thing you bought?
Um... the groceries, and before that some books and stuffed bunnies for the Easter Bunny to hide.

12. If you could afford to go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Egypt, on a very, very inclusive tour of the museums and monuments. I wanted to be an Egyptologist, and have gotten as close as Palestine, but have never been to Egypt. I was going to be a chaperone when my daughter's high school was sending a group to Egypt (one of the few people in our community who had any Arabic, although I have rather little) and we were all paid up and set to go by June for a trip in February. Of 2002. When 9/11 happened, that all became impossible.

13. Where do you see yourself in 5 minutes?
Right here. Computer is here. Husband is here. Zombies are not overrunning things. Why move?

14. Last book you read?
Kate's Choice by Louisa May Alcott, a collection of 3 of her forgotten/neglected short stories for young people.

15. What are you doing this weekend?
Ferrying children to their social engagements and music lessons, the grocery shopping for the week, talking to an actual grown-up (my husband) while he is here and available (he works 4 weekdays and a half day every 3rd or 4th Saturday, but puts in 60 hour weeks, so his work days are loooong), and looking at the beautiful pictures my sister posted on her FB of my new nephew, born Saturday at 4:01 p.m. Exercise as I do every day.

16. If you could play any musical instrument, which one would you play?
The piano. I play flute, recorder, and guitar semi-adequately. My music training consists of a year and a half of recorder lessons, starting in 3rd grade. My kids and my husband all play (my) piano, but I have a vanishingly small repertoire. My father studied piano at Juilliard. I asked him to teach me to play, and after watching me working diligently on the scales he set me, he sighed, and said that he would teach me when I could reach an octave. My older children's piano teacher says I have the best developed stretch he's ever seen. I still can't play an octave without slightly depressing the adjacent keys. Wasn't gonna happen.

17. How are you?
Uhhh...Fine...We're all fine here! [shoots communications board]

In my best Graham Chapman of Monty Python impression: "No! No! No! Things are getting altogether too silly. I insist on a new question."

Share a moment in your life when your sense of humor got you in trouble.
I was a grad student at University of Michigan. A favorite professor of mine from my undergrad college came to give a lecture. She is a big football fan, so the head of the department at U of M, a good, kindly man who had had his sense of humor surgically removed at birth (as far as we could tell), and my college prof, and two of us grad students were selected to attend the Michigan football game that weekend, with fantastic seats about half way up on the 50 yard line that the University keeps for this sort of occasion. Come Half Time and they announce (over the loudspeaker in stentorian, bass tones "And now we are going to dedicate this half time performance by the University of Michigan band to Mr. So-and-So, born Year X, died Year Y (long before the date that day), who was band director and conductor for Umpty-ump years, until the worst fate that can befall a conductor and trumpeter befell him...[looooong dramatic pause, in which I for some reason guess "He lost his arms?!!!", and my fellow grad student apparently thought "His lips fell off?!!!" (I think she was a trumpeter), and then the deep reverberant voice continues positively echoing over the assembled crowd:] DEAFNESS!!! The contrast between what we came up with and what we should have come up with gave us the hopeless giggles, especially when we met each other's eyes and realized we'd both made the same mistake. We were both bent over, trying to be silent, but shaking and emitting high pitched gasps and snorts, and wiping streaming eyes. Our prof was puzzled as to why two of her favorite students had suddenly come all over puerile. The department head was outraged that we would make fun and find humor in the sufferings of a poor unfortunate who had given the best years of his life to the University, and in front of a visiting dignitary no less! Our prof, once we had recovered enough to explain, was quite amused herself, and understood completely. The department head was a lost cause.

18. What are you doing tomorrow?
See # 15 above. This is the weekend. Unless (since it is the wee hours of Sunday morning) you want to know what I plan to do Monday. Exercise. Try to force the Whirlwind to eat enough food to grow, because her ADHD drugs ensure that she will not, unless she is coerced. Help her with practicing and homework. Make dinner (which entails much tedious chopping of veggies). Make sure Whirlwind does not destroy house, while somehow sneaking in a shower. Make myself available for discussion with middle daughter. Field call from eldest daughter. Do not hear from son unless funds are needed, or he lands a post-graduation job. Chat with husband over telephone about Tuesday's schedule (he's off, and there are things to co-ordinate) When everyone is abed, come up here and read, relax, and communicate with the outside world.

19. What are you looking forward to the most?
My our anniversary on May 13th, my husband's birthday on May 18th, my son's college graduation on May 19th and 20th because we will have all four kids together for 2 days and celebrate his May 3rd birthday while we are at it, and a visit at my Mom's on the way back on the 21st, because my sister will come over and I'll get to meet the new nephew. Well, that and the blooming of some very promising looking daffodils around our property. I love daffodils.

[personal profile] sue because she seldom posts here. Come play!
[personal profile] beatrice_otter because you often have very thinky thoughts.
[personal profile] kirsty841 because she enjoys a good meme from time to time.
a_loquita because I'm sure her answers will entertain.
not_a_zatarc because sometimes she forgets to come and play on live journal.
wanderingsmith because your recent post on seal slaughter lead me to a headline about the mention celebrity's forthcoming album, story here dated April 15th not April 1st and that's just wrong on so many levels!
ansostuff because she enjoys a good meme from time to time.

and last, but certainly not least:

bluewillowtree because she too often likes to join in and play, and somebody needs to join in!


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 1st, 2011 05:45 pm (UTC)
What I mostly love about memes is reading the answers, lol.

I'll think about it. :)
May. 1st, 2011 08:32 pm (UTC)
Yes, exactly. That is precisely why I changed the rules. I want there to be absolutely no pressure on anyone to participate. I want people to be able to consider playing, but feel free to just read and move on if they would rather.

If it's work, not fun, then it definitely defeats the purpose!
May. 1st, 2011 08:52 pm (UTC)
You're so considerate. :) Don't worry, if I ever get tagged in those memes that you must not refuse to do!! and I don't want to, then I just...don't. Lol.

I like the randomness of your answer to question 7. :)
May. 2nd, 2011 03:35 am (UTC)
Don't worry, if I ever get tagged in those memes that you must not refuse to do!! and I don't want to, then I just...don't. Lol.

Good. I'll definitely keep that in mind. I was traumatized at a young age by chain letters, and I've never been quite the same since! ;)

There is a very old Saturday Night Live sketch (Chevy Chase was in it as a cast regular) where two lovers are at dinner at a fancy restaurant (linen table cloth, candles, soft lighting, live chamber music, the works) and they show what the lovers are thinking of, and just when we the audience are expecting sex and love and all that jazz, there is footage of warthogs thundering by at top speed. The entire humor of the skit depends on the randomness and unexpectedness of the warthogs. When my husband and I are out for say, an anniversary dinner, and conversation hits a lull, in the past one of us has leaned over, and with a come-hither expression and a voice filled with velvet, whispered "Warthogs!", although it's been some years since we've done this now. When faced with this question, my mind was at first a panicked blank, and then, for some reason, this sketch came to mind, specifically the footage of the warthogs. So technically, I was telling the absolute truth. Really, the inside of my mind can be almost as scary and alien a place as O'Neill's!
May. 2nd, 2011 03:40 pm (UTC)
Egypt, on a very, very inclusive tour of the museums and monuments
Oh, I hear you on that one! Although, right now is probably not the time to go.

Zombies are not overrunning things. Why move?
Hee hee! (I love that game too)

I will try to get to this sometime this week! Crazy and hectic at work for the next few days, but this sounds like a fun distraction during boring conference calls :)
May. 2nd, 2011 06:16 pm (UTC)
13 - Good answer :)

14 - How was it? I've never read any of her work beyond Little Women/Little Men/Jo's Boys, but her writing brings back happy memories of one of my grandmothers. I'm not a fan of short stories in general (their shortness means that I can't get invested in the characters, or I do and then I'm sad that they're gone too quickly), but I am a bit curious.

17 - Great answer - to both questions!

As it happens, I'm having a super boring day and welcome this excuse to procrastinate on the excruciatingly stupid thing I'm supposed to be writing. So I will join in and play!
May. 3rd, 2011 04:53 am (UTC)
Kate's Choice was... a taste. One of the stories was about love and loyalty to grandmothers, so that would properly foster happy grandmother memories. I'm not much of a short story reader either, but I adore the Victorian sappiness of Louisa May Alcott and Frances Hodgson Burnett, with all characters resolving so earnestly to improve themselves, and the happy endings that tie up every last bow and ribbon. These stories were really just little vignettes, and I read them much more out of curiosity for what had fallen out of canon for so many years than anything else. They had a satifying amount of sappiness, and I enjoyed them, but I can also see how she could have cranked out stories like these by their hundreds to fill her magazine and bring in the money to support her family.

If you are looking for more Louisa May Alcott to delve into, I'd recommend that you read Eight Cousins and its sequel Rose in Bloom instead. You get two books to get to know the characters as kids, and then as they enter adulthood, and Rose in Bloom is a love story, and actually my favorite of the Alcott books.

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May. 3rd, 2011 08:47 pm (UTC)
I adore the Victorian sappiness of Louisa May Alcott and Frances Hodgson Burnett, with all characters resolving so earnestly to improve themselves, and the happy endings that tie up every last bow and ribbon.

That's such a perfect description and makes me smile. I'm right there with you. Sure, Alcott can be incredibly preachy, but the earnestness keeps it from bothering me. I listened to Little Women again over the winter, and I enjoyed for more than just nostalgia's sake.

Thanks for the recommendations! I'll keep those in mind the next time I'm in that sort of mood :)

Also, I forgot to mention this in my first comment, but congratulations on the new nephew! Wonderful news!
May. 4th, 2011 12:47 am (UTC)
Have you ever read The Revolt of Sarah Perkins by Marian Cockrell? It's the story (by a woman who, with her husband Frank, used to write scripts for Hollywood) of what happens when a Colorado mining town in the 1870's finds that their school teachers keep getting married and having to be replaced, so they resolve to ask for pictures and choose the ugliest one, in hopes that she will be unmarriageable. None of them are exactly what the School Board was looking for, so they send for the one that looks tired and resigned. Ooops.

Anyway, in the book there is a scene where one of the School Board members has to read aloud in a public assembly a story from the reader that the school is using, a reader that was written and privately printed by a town worthy many years previously. It is a wonderful impression of Victorian literature far less deftly handled than Alcott's, and it is pretty hilarious to anyone who has read good works in the genre.

If you haven't read the book, it is a very amusing deftly written romantic comedy which has a warm and accepting view of humanity with all of its foibles, and (having been written by a screen writer) is cinematic enough in the way it is presented that I have had endless fun trying to cast the movie version in my head through the years, swapping new actors in for the roles as they emerge out of obscurity and into the public eye.

It's also out of print, which means that you should hie thee to a library if you wish to find it.
May. 4th, 2011 02:37 am (UTC)
LOL!! hey, I don't mind a few of Bruce Willis' numbers... have to give Shatner a chance :D, just for patriotism's sake
May. 4th, 2011 03:16 am (UTC)
When 9/11 happened, that all became impossible
wow.. repurcussions..

LOL@ zombies taking over anything. see post of mine :D

daffodils open here. even the tulips started (hey! I has tulips! the bloody birds/squirels didn't kill them like they usualy do!)

man you live a crazy life... I'd offer sympathies except I'm pretty sure you love it so.. {hug} and best wishes for continued mayhem :)

OMG, and now I'm thinking of the only zombie appocalipse fic I ever read (because of icon I chose, which is one of the characters, lol..well, the actor that plays one of the characters. dressed in the outfit of said character.. but not acting it...;D I think it's time to go to bed...)
May. 4th, 2011 03:50 am (UTC)
Yeah, there were repercussions for our trip from 9/11. But that wasn't the part that made it hard to take. On the day it happened, I knew that my brother-in-law had his office in one of the towers. My brother had a job interview in one of the towers that day. I didn't know it, but his girlfriend worked in the American Express building that came down as a result of the collapse of the towers.

My b-i-l happened to be at a breakfast meeting uptown that morning. My brother's interview was postponed, so he was not there. My brother's girlfriend broke up with him, because, traumatized by leaving her building because it was being evacuated and watching people jump to their deaths from the towers, she didn't like his silent, be there, get her tea and take care of her approach to comforting her. He didn't sympathize enough, she said.

The father of a family that my sister had been babysitting for over a decade, since she was a teen, including staying with the kids for a week here or there when the parents went off on business trips, made one of those goodbye calls to his wife to tell her he loved her and the kids, and then died because the plane hit below his floor and he could not escape.

And there I was up in Vermont, unable to find out any of this because phone lines were down, and all I could do was watch the footage on TV, and we happened to be watching news when it happened, so we got to take it all in live.


I especially liked the poster for how to deal with zombies in that link of yours.

We now have daffodils. No tulips yet, but probably by next week.

Yeah, my life is nuts sometimes, but my decisions have led me here, and I wouldn't change it. Sometimes when it is spinning out of control, I wonder if I shouldn't have, but no. My mess and my delight. I have a tall, handsome, bright, considerate, funny, and inexplicably but delightfully besotted husband to share it with, and nature all around, so life is good.
May. 5th, 2011 03:42 am (UTC)
can't imagine how crazy that must have felt :(

yeah, that poster was a hoot, lol

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