1. What is your Favorite Christmas Movie?
“Her Majesty’s Secret Service”
2. What is your Least favorite Christmas Movie
“It’s a Wonderful Life” (That’s right. That’s what I said.)
3. What is your favorite Christmas song?
Sting’s version of “I Saw Three Ships” is currently my favorite.
4. What Christmas song(s) drives you crazy?
Okay, for some reason, everywhere I go this year they are playing “Little Saint Nick” by the Beach Boys and it is starting to get to me.
5. What is your favorite Christmas drink? (e.g., egg nog, hot chocolate)
Mimosas
6. What is your favorite Christmas memory?
I’m not sure I have just one…but the Denver Christmas where everyone was there and we were all tripping over cousins and I got to experience real snow and we were overwhelmed with good food…that was a good one…
7. What is the best toy/gift you've received on Christmas?
Hmmmm…my doll house was pretty neat…I had the bike Christmas…then there was the iPod Touch I got last year…
8. What is the worst toy/gift you've received on Christmas?
I got a purse from a well-meaning aunt during my least girly-girl phase. Of course, now, if she would like to buy me a purse…
9. What do you LOVE about the holidays?
I like how the most random people just say Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays to you as you go about your normal routine. During the times when we would normally just ignore each other, in December you start chatting and wishing each other well.
10. What annoys you about the holidays?
People who automatically assume the holidays are going to be a huge burden and consequently miss all the fun.
11. Do you prefer star or angel on top of a Christmas tree? Or something else?
I have a really pretty star for the top of my tree.
12. What is your family favorite recipe at Christmas?
Pecan tasties
13. Are you a Grinch or a Who at Christmastime?
I’m a Who, socks and all.
14. Christmas light displays—love them or hate them?
The more ridiculous the better
15. Santa's at the mall—fun times or creepy?
Okay, I admit it, I’m a little scared of the mall Santa.
16. Christmas cards—do you send them, yes or no?
Yes
17. What is the best thing about Christmas, in your opinion?
The family getting together and showering each other with attention.
18. What is the worst thing about Christmas?
This year: snarky Target commercials.
19. When do you put the tree up and take it down?
I think I’m going to skip the tree this year because I’m not sure where it will fit in my little apartment, but I know the big tree is waiting for me at Mom’s.
20. Out of the 12 Days of Christmas, which day and item would you want your truelove to give to you?
Hello? Five golden rings!
21. Why do you think that Grandma got run over by a reindeer?
A little too much nog in her egg.
22. Who is your favorite reindeer?
Blitzen: the German reindeer
23. Do you believe in Santa Claus?
Yep, and I’ve been very very good.
24. What is your favorite smell at Christmas time?
Whatever’s cooking in my Mom’s kitchen.
25. What would make you happy at Christmas this year?
Everybody happy and healthy at home.
December 10, 2009
November 24, 2009
Thanks
I don’t believe Christmas carols should be played until December. Perhaps I’m in the minority, but that’s just how I feel. I, of course, cannot avoid them if I wish to purchase anything between now and December 1. I’ve decided the problem is that there is no traditional Thanksgiving music so I, in my pre-vacation goof-offing-ness, have begun the first annual Thanksgiving Mix: A Mix to Eat Too Much By.
Thank U Alanis Morissette
These Are Days 10,000 Maniacs
Come Together Macy Gray
Gimme Some Lovin’ The Spencer Davis Group
All About Our Love Sade
Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) Green Day
Glad You’re Here Macy Gray, featuring Fergie
Thankyou The Creatures
Didn’t make it, but honorable mentions:
All Tomorrow’s Parties The Velvet Underground
Drama L7
Fly Sugar Ray
Thank U Alanis Morissette
These Are Days 10,000 Maniacs
Come Together Macy Gray
Gimme Some Lovin’ The Spencer Davis Group
All About Our Love Sade
Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) Green Day
Glad You’re Here Macy Gray, featuring Fergie
Thankyou The Creatures
Didn’t make it, but honorable mentions:
All Tomorrow’s Parties The Velvet Underground
Drama L7
Fly Sugar Ray
November 18, 2009
Mosquitoes and Other Things That Start With M
I got the format from Murat, who borrowed it from someone else. So it goes.
Consumed with: Melancholy. (Dramatic, I know.) Perhaps I should say, “Consumed by melancholy.” I’m trying very hard to just cheer up already. I try new things, I work on good habits, I treat myself, I talk to loved ones, I actualize positive processes to facilitate growth and communication…but…Melancholy consumes me in the way that mosquitoes consume people. I’m laid back, sipping my beer on the porch of life when damn it if there isn’t a high-pitched buzzing in my ear. There it is again, that melancholy stinging briefly and ruining the moment, and then leaving itchy little welts to ruin the upcoming moments. I’m trying really hard to get on with it already, but melancholy is just brushed away briefly before coming back to bug me some more.
Hoping for: A lightening bolt of inspiration. No? How about a strong breeze of encouragement?
Listening to: Beck’s “Think I’m In Love” What if it’s wrong? What if it’s wrong to play the game?
Enjoying: My guitar. Among my “trying new things” has been “teach myself guitar.” I like it. I only know how to play a chromatic scale and three chords so far, but I like playing them. Trying to play an insanely simplified three-chord version of “Leaving on a Jet Plane” has been like mosquito repellent (to keep the metaphor going).
Just finished reading: Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. I enjoy Brown’s books for what they are: paperback thrillers. Unnecessary sex and violence while discussing art trivia? Yes please. People who take his books too seriously should go look up the word “fiction.” (Then they should read Dr. No by Ian Fleming.) Like The Da Vinci Code, this book is over the top and cliff-hangery and I enjoyed it like a rerun of “The A-Team.”
Watching: “The Prisoner” Actually, I just finished watching the remake but I’m still thinking about it, which is always the sign of a good show. My Dad introduced me to the original series through reruns on one of his thousands of cable channels. It’s surreal and vaguely creepy stuff, but entertaining for unidentifiable reasons. I suppose because you have to interpret so much of the lunacy without spoon-fed explanations that you get out of the Village what you take in. In my opinion, the remake lived up to its predecessor, thanks mostly to Ian McKellen who was clearly enjoying himself as Number Two. Favorite quote, “That’s unusually deep for a Thursday.”
Wishing for: A winning lottery ticket—even a metaphorical one would do.
Consumed with: Melancholy. (Dramatic, I know.) Perhaps I should say, “Consumed by melancholy.” I’m trying very hard to just cheer up already. I try new things, I work on good habits, I treat myself, I talk to loved ones, I actualize positive processes to facilitate growth and communication…but…Melancholy consumes me in the way that mosquitoes consume people. I’m laid back, sipping my beer on the porch of life when damn it if there isn’t a high-pitched buzzing in my ear. There it is again, that melancholy stinging briefly and ruining the moment, and then leaving itchy little welts to ruin the upcoming moments. I’m trying really hard to get on with it already, but melancholy is just brushed away briefly before coming back to bug me some more.
Hoping for: A lightening bolt of inspiration. No? How about a strong breeze of encouragement?
Listening to: Beck’s “Think I’m In Love” What if it’s wrong? What if it’s wrong to play the game?
Enjoying: My guitar. Among my “trying new things” has been “teach myself guitar.” I like it. I only know how to play a chromatic scale and three chords so far, but I like playing them. Trying to play an insanely simplified three-chord version of “Leaving on a Jet Plane” has been like mosquito repellent (to keep the metaphor going).
Just finished reading: Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. I enjoy Brown’s books for what they are: paperback thrillers. Unnecessary sex and violence while discussing art trivia? Yes please. People who take his books too seriously should go look up the word “fiction.” (Then they should read Dr. No by Ian Fleming.) Like The Da Vinci Code, this book is over the top and cliff-hangery and I enjoyed it like a rerun of “The A-Team.”
Watching: “The Prisoner” Actually, I just finished watching the remake but I’m still thinking about it, which is always the sign of a good show. My Dad introduced me to the original series through reruns on one of his thousands of cable channels. It’s surreal and vaguely creepy stuff, but entertaining for unidentifiable reasons. I suppose because you have to interpret so much of the lunacy without spoon-fed explanations that you get out of the Village what you take in. In my opinion, the remake lived up to its predecessor, thanks mostly to Ian McKellen who was clearly enjoying himself as Number Two. Favorite quote, “That’s unusually deep for a Thursday.”
Wishing for: A winning lottery ticket—even a metaphorical one would do.
November 11, 2009
Bee Keeping
If you have decided to try your hand at bee keeping, please consider the following:
Keep your bee with perspective. His is a working class, after all. A yellow-and-black collared class that finds its bread in routine, its opiate in tradition. It’s the doing, day in and out, that interests him. To try and persuade him to your undoings will result in an uncomfortable silence between the two of you.
Keep your bee with precision. He is a creature of order, of sequence, of simple geometry. He does not crave higher mathematics so do not waste his time with imaginary numbers and impractical theorems. He is clockwork unburdened by cogs and springs.
Keep your bee with timing. Something smooth and sequential for the comings and goings and one’s and two’s of a day. A nice three-four waltz is charming for all seasons. Nothing too modern is necessary, nothing too formal is desired.
Keep your bee with sagacity. Professions with elaborate hats can lead to inanity and regular usage of smokers can cause abandonment of propriety in inappropriate moments. Curb any lack of inhibition post haste or else risk losing face with the bee.
Keep your bee with peace. He is not cunning nor knows the way of war. He will sacrifice himself, fodder in some incomprehensible confrontation, if he is met with hostility.
Keep your bee with faith. He knows he can fly. You should just trust that he can, too, despite physics and whatnot.
Keep your bee with family. His nature is to nurture. Blood is thicker than water and honey thicker still.
Keep your bee with perspective. His is a working class, after all. A yellow-and-black collared class that finds its bread in routine, its opiate in tradition. It’s the doing, day in and out, that interests him. To try and persuade him to your undoings will result in an uncomfortable silence between the two of you.
Keep your bee with precision. He is a creature of order, of sequence, of simple geometry. He does not crave higher mathematics so do not waste his time with imaginary numbers and impractical theorems. He is clockwork unburdened by cogs and springs.
Keep your bee with timing. Something smooth and sequential for the comings and goings and one’s and two’s of a day. A nice three-four waltz is charming for all seasons. Nothing too modern is necessary, nothing too formal is desired.
Keep your bee with sagacity. Professions with elaborate hats can lead to inanity and regular usage of smokers can cause abandonment of propriety in inappropriate moments. Curb any lack of inhibition post haste or else risk losing face with the bee.
Keep your bee with peace. He is not cunning nor knows the way of war. He will sacrifice himself, fodder in some incomprehensible confrontation, if he is met with hostility.
Keep your bee with faith. He knows he can fly. You should just trust that he can, too, despite physics and whatnot.
Keep your bee with family. His nature is to nurture. Blood is thicker than water and honey thicker still.
September 23, 2009
Thanks. Much.
Semicolon on the mass-transit bus:a working man’s punctuation.
Night-shift in the logic of proofs?
Moonlighting in scientific notation?
No, no, just a little instructional clarification.
Throw your trash away; bins have been provided.
September 14, 2009
Sock Monkey Days
She sat12 minutes into work
hungry for sock monkey days
homesick for milky teas
and excesses of blankets
and musty stacks of paper
losing their bindings to the woes of time
she sat
13 minutes into reality
but awash in Xanadus
constructed of rain and tent forts
and erstwhile memories
of small-fingered ways
September 7, 2009
But I like turtles!
A while ago I started this turtle with the big goal of “Write something. Anything.” If the smatterings of randomness that I’ve posted have proved anything, it’s that I’ve met that particular goal. Now, I’ve got a new goal and a new—I’ll just say it—blog. Because it’s going to be a blog. It’s going to be one of those bloggy blogs that people write. It’s not going to be called a turtle and feature the erstwhile adventures of ravens and/or random musical postings. It’s going to have a clear, organized point. God-of-your-choosing help me, it’s a blog. Sigh.
For continued nonsense see Bones. For bloggy blogness, see Anne Evolves.
It promises to be somewhat focused writing. We’ll see how long this experiment lasts.
For continued nonsense see Bones. For bloggy blogness, see Anne Evolves.
It promises to be somewhat focused writing. We’ll see how long this experiment lasts.
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