I keep stealing things from my friend Brian D.’s website – ideas I mean, not each verse. In any case, that’s where my super cool Japanese warrior comes from, as does the next idea. Apparently it’s a fun thing to go into your winamp, or whatever other MP3 player you’ve got, and random the poopie out of it. Then you list your top 20 songs so people can see how diverse you are. Or how out of your lovin’ mind you are. That’s it, one of the two.
In any case, this is mine – but please keep in mind that most of my CDs have yet to be ripped and we are working off of over 400 of Vincent’s CDs (maybe I should have waited until we’re done with our whole convert-our-collection-to-high-quality-MP3s project…?!):
1. Thievery Corporation’s Omid (Hope) from The Richest Man in Babylon
2. Carl Cox, Siberian Snowstorm (the Dave Angel Mix) from F-A-C-T 2 Disk 2
3. Beth Orton, Central Reservation (the Then Again Version) from Central Reservation
4. Boris Grebenshikov, The Postcard from Radio Silence
5. Jude, Cammie from 430 N. Harper Ave.
6. Cowboy Junkies, Miles from our Home from Miles from our Home
7. U2, Daddy’s Gonna Pay for Your Crashed Car from Zooropa
8. Belle and Sebastian, Dog on Wheels from Dog on Wheels
9. Dinah Washington, I’m Through with Love from What a Diff’rence a Day Makes!
10. Electric Light Orchestra, Livin’ Thing from Afterglow Disk 2
11. Boston, Cool the Engines from Third Stage
12. Billy Bragg, This Guitar Says Sorry from Back to Basics
13. Jude, OUI FM Interview 6 from Bootleg Mix 2
14. Digweed & Muir, Beautiful Strange from John Digweed Stark Raving Mad Disk 2
15. Depeche Mode, Halo from Violator
16. Donovan, Universal Soldier from Love is Hot, Truth is Molten
17. Arab Strap, Gourmet from The Week Never Starts around Here
18. Lenny Kravitz, Blues for Sister Someone from Let Love Rule
19. Steely Dan, I Got the News from Aja
20. The Dave Brubeck Quartet, Campdown Races from Gone with the Wind
See, wasn’t that fun?
In other news, I am discovering more about the person I am today each and every time I step into my new office. Let’s see, I have a really hard time working in a professional environment with spontaneous, unorganized people; I don’t have a lot of patience for people giving me a job to do, doing it, and then being told that my methods are wrong (wouldn’t you think that if you wanted something done a certain way, you would tell your minions that first and not after the fact? There’s nothing more annoying than having to do something twice); and at this point in my life, I don’t particularly want to work for such little pay and be expected to work late (without overtime might I add). I’ve been reprimanded for not being positive enough (I like to call my form of salesmanship “realism” – and honestly, when I’m being perky to strangers I sound like a flipping moron, that cheeky morning person we all want to kill with their sugary voice and happy smile) and for not working a full day – despite the fact that I have never taken a lunch hour (I eat at my desk while working) and there have been very few times that I’ve put on my coat at 6PM to go home.
What a very strange environment in which I find myself.
Of course, at the same time, I realize I’m learning quite a bit about the business I’m in, and my boss knows what she’s doing (sometimes so much so that I’m wondering why she wants me to do the work instead of just doing it herself). She has really wonderful pointers so long as I can keep my inherent stubbornness down to a low roar. And I’m still eternally grateful for having something that impels me to get out of the house every day…
Now here’s something new: I dragged Vincent out to see The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King last night (after spending all week “prepping” for it by watching the other two AGAIN), and I think I can honestly say that despite Orlando Bloom being about the hottest elf I could ever imagine, there’s something lacking in the movies. Yes, I cried at the end but I am slowly coming to grips with the fact that I truly am a sap – but I still feel like the movies weren’t all that compelling. I believe that the best part of their release was that each scene reminds me of reading the books – especially as Peter Jackson did not stray too much from the original content. Of course, none of the characters are as I imagined them, but close enough, right?
Well, I do believe that’s my two cents for the day and I should be off to explore new avenues in the world of book tours…
Oh, and check out my Vincent’s Blog when you have a chance!
Sunday, January 18, 2004
I’m getting paid, folks! Week one of the dual internships, and the less organized, much more crazy office decided that they needed someone full-time to produce a failing book tour. I put in a phone call to internship no. 1, and told them, “Hey, I’m being offered very little pay, no real glory, the chance to travel all over the U.S. is slim, and this whole deal might fail – do you have a counter offer?” And they said, “Heck no! We don’t have enough money in our several hundred thousand dollar coffers to pay our slaves to do what they should be thanking us to do! But you’ll be sorry you left us!!!” So I’ve now spent one and a half weeks of a 3-month paid internship at Animal Fair, trying to put together a 15-city book tour that begins in the second week of February, and I just finished writing a thank-you note to One Entertainment for their truly inspiring disappointment in me.
The other good news in my life? I made it to round 2 of the interview process with William Morris, one of the premier talent agencies in the country (and, might I add, the world). Of course, I am still wondering why I need to take a typing test to be hired for a two-year agent-training program (see details at William Morris' Agent Training Program Site), but hey, you do what you gotta do, right? I’m only locked into this Animal Fair gig until March, by which time I will either have fallen flat on my face with this whole book tour extravaganza, or I will be enjoying margaritas by the pool of some Atlanta/Chicago/Cleveland/Dallas/Denver/Los Angeles/San Diego hotel (just to name a few of the places we expect to take by storm in March). And I’m telling you, whether this works out or not, I WILL be sipping some alcoholic beverage by the side of a pool in March, no matter the weather!! (Even if the pool is a puddle of my own tears and I am sitting in my New York apartment!)
The other good news in my life? I made it to round 2 of the interview process with William Morris, one of the premier talent agencies in the country (and, might I add, the world). Of course, I am still wondering why I need to take a typing test to be hired for a two-year agent-training program (see details at William Morris' Agent Training Program Site), but hey, you do what you gotta do, right? I’m only locked into this Animal Fair gig until March, by which time I will either have fallen flat on my face with this whole book tour extravaganza, or I will be enjoying margaritas by the pool of some Atlanta/Chicago/Cleveland/Dallas/Denver/Los Angeles/San Diego hotel (just to name a few of the places we expect to take by storm in March). And I’m telling you, whether this works out or not, I WILL be sipping some alcoholic beverage by the side of a pool in March, no matter the weather!! (Even if the pool is a puddle of my own tears and I am sitting in my New York apartment!)
Saturday, January 10, 2004
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Sunday, December 28, 2003
It is a lot easier for me to write about things once I have a certain amount of distance between me and the subject, but this time around I thought I might talk to you all for a minute. Now I don’t want anyone writing to me about it, or calling me, or anything like that. That’s not why I write. I don’t need people to assure me that things will be all right with the world because, to quote my friend Jimmy (there are two now!), “that’s not the way I roll.” So, the moral of the story is, don’t write to me about this Blog because I won’t respond.
That being said, I wanted to tell you all about my grandmother. Ardelle Lillian McLean, or as we all call her, Nonnie (“nonni” means grandparents in Italian, so “Nonnie” is some sort of derivative of that) has always been in my life. Since shortly after my 7th birthday, she even lived only a block away from me. Nonnie’s the kind of woman who is always prim and proper when the situation calls for manners, but whispers naughty things behind her napkin to you. She taught me to chew my food twenty times per mouthful (that lesson never took), to hug and kiss people I just met, and to always exclaim “What pretty wrapping paper!” whenever I receive a present of some sort. She likes to pinch people’s bottoms (or, “pinch their coolies” as she says), whether she’s just met them or even if she’s known them for years. Whenever I would visit, I would be forced to eat all the leftovers in the refrigerator and, if she didn’t have any cash on hand, she would send me home with a ziplock baggie of change. She taught me how to shellac plastic eggs that we’d decorated, and how to make the best gosh-darn artichokes you’ve ever had. I raked her leaves in the Fall, shoveled her walkway in the Winter, watched her weed her garden in the Spring, and had her over to our swimming pool in the Summer. Danny and I used to go over her house just to watch cable, which we never had when we were kids. Nonnie’s house is where I first saw MTV, watched Batman (Kapow! Bang! Pop!), and snuck candy out of my grandparent’s private stash. Before I had braces, Nonnie helped me learn to stop sucking my fingers by giving me gold stars for each day I didn’t stick them in my mouth. We spent many summer days at Salisbury Beach, and she was always bringing me out on the town for a new adventure. Everything was “simply mah-velous” or wonderful to her. She was inspired by all the beautiful things in the world and loved to travel. Everyone I know – and even people I don’t – adores my Nonnie.
Things aren’t the same anymore. Last Monday I took the train to Massachusetts to visit my mom and my Nonnie. Nonnie is sick with leukemia and she’s dying. For the past two weeks or so she’s been wonderfully assisted by hospice care, but for a long time my mom has been over there every day taking care of the little things: bathing her, assisting her when she needs to relieve herself, helping Grampie feed her and give her medicine. Mom has also been dealing with the many friends and relatives who wish to visit or call or send packages or whatever. It’s been a very difficult time for her and Grampie, and it really hits me when I go home. There are days when my grandmother seems well, and days when she is exhausted. She’s usually in pain, and she often can’t remember if one of her good friends visited her the day before.
I know that many of you have lost people you’ve cared about, but I don’t know how many of you have had to go through the long, drawn-out, painful process of watching someone die over a matter of days, months, years…whatever length of time. My friend Starr recently went through this, as she was her grandmother’s primary caregiver, but we’ve never really discussed it.
In any case, it’s been a very painful process even for me, as someone who doesn’t have to take care of all the everyday minutiae as Mom and Grampie do. I visited Nonnie on the Tuesday before Christmas, for a little over two hours. It was the first time I had been home in months. My grandmother used to be a fairly sizeable woman; she is now little more than a human skeleton. She can hardly even move on her own.
I brought her some Christmas presents she may never even get to enjoy – a Dr. Seuss book that my mom promised to read to her, and a box of chocolates so Nonnie could indulge a little. While I was there, we didn’t talk about anything important. Mom, Grampie and I just kept up a conversation so Nonnie would know we were there. It was a bad day; she was tired and in pain. I helped Mom give her some Morphine to help with that.
The most difficult thing for me was being left alone with her. It makes her so tired to talk, so the onus was on me to make conversation, but what do you do? I felt so helpless. There is nothing I can do that will make her any better. I don’t even know how to arrange her on the bed so she is most comfortable.
The best I could do was be there to show her I love her.
I guess in a way it makes me realize how important the holidays have always been to me. To be able to see all the friends and family I don’t always see due to time and distance – even if we don’t always like each other. To buy my loved ones little gifts, and remember their birthdays, and celebrate important events – I enjoy doing the small things to show that I love them.
This Christmas season I think I did a lot more than I intended, and I know that I am thankful for the time I was able to spend with family and friends. I seem to have enjoyed this season more than most and been truly rewarded with happy moments to remember for always.
So I thank you Mom, Grampie, Nonnie, Vincent, Grampie Trap, Danny, Corinne, Susan and Joe, Aunt Barbara and Uncle Jim, Vince Sr., Jane, Allie and friends, Aunt June and Uncle Tony, Cousins Bruno and Nick and Jimmy, Nicole and Christian, Grandmom and Grandpop, Ruth and Mitchell, Blake and Chad, Annie and Jerry, Uncle Kenny, Aunt Kathy, my other Aunty Kathy, Corinne, Jimmy, Tom, Garland, Jaeson, Lisa, Aaron, Eric, Starr and Kathryn… and anyone else who spent any time over the holidays with me.
It was a wonderful (if not busy) time and I love you all.
That being said, I wanted to tell you all about my grandmother. Ardelle Lillian McLean, or as we all call her, Nonnie (“nonni” means grandparents in Italian, so “Nonnie” is some sort of derivative of that) has always been in my life. Since shortly after my 7th birthday, she even lived only a block away from me. Nonnie’s the kind of woman who is always prim and proper when the situation calls for manners, but whispers naughty things behind her napkin to you. She taught me to chew my food twenty times per mouthful (that lesson never took), to hug and kiss people I just met, and to always exclaim “What pretty wrapping paper!” whenever I receive a present of some sort. She likes to pinch people’s bottoms (or, “pinch their coolies” as she says), whether she’s just met them or even if she’s known them for years. Whenever I would visit, I would be forced to eat all the leftovers in the refrigerator and, if she didn’t have any cash on hand, she would send me home with a ziplock baggie of change. She taught me how to shellac plastic eggs that we’d decorated, and how to make the best gosh-darn artichokes you’ve ever had. I raked her leaves in the Fall, shoveled her walkway in the Winter, watched her weed her garden in the Spring, and had her over to our swimming pool in the Summer. Danny and I used to go over her house just to watch cable, which we never had when we were kids. Nonnie’s house is where I first saw MTV, watched Batman (Kapow! Bang! Pop!), and snuck candy out of my grandparent’s private stash. Before I had braces, Nonnie helped me learn to stop sucking my fingers by giving me gold stars for each day I didn’t stick them in my mouth. We spent many summer days at Salisbury Beach, and she was always bringing me out on the town for a new adventure. Everything was “simply mah-velous” or wonderful to her. She was inspired by all the beautiful things in the world and loved to travel. Everyone I know – and even people I don’t – adores my Nonnie.
Things aren’t the same anymore. Last Monday I took the train to Massachusetts to visit my mom and my Nonnie. Nonnie is sick with leukemia and she’s dying. For the past two weeks or so she’s been wonderfully assisted by hospice care, but for a long time my mom has been over there every day taking care of the little things: bathing her, assisting her when she needs to relieve herself, helping Grampie feed her and give her medicine. Mom has also been dealing with the many friends and relatives who wish to visit or call or send packages or whatever. It’s been a very difficult time for her and Grampie, and it really hits me when I go home. There are days when my grandmother seems well, and days when she is exhausted. She’s usually in pain, and she often can’t remember if one of her good friends visited her the day before.
I know that many of you have lost people you’ve cared about, but I don’t know how many of you have had to go through the long, drawn-out, painful process of watching someone die over a matter of days, months, years…whatever length of time. My friend Starr recently went through this, as she was her grandmother’s primary caregiver, but we’ve never really discussed it.
In any case, it’s been a very painful process even for me, as someone who doesn’t have to take care of all the everyday minutiae as Mom and Grampie do. I visited Nonnie on the Tuesday before Christmas, for a little over two hours. It was the first time I had been home in months. My grandmother used to be a fairly sizeable woman; she is now little more than a human skeleton. She can hardly even move on her own.
I brought her some Christmas presents she may never even get to enjoy – a Dr. Seuss book that my mom promised to read to her, and a box of chocolates so Nonnie could indulge a little. While I was there, we didn’t talk about anything important. Mom, Grampie and I just kept up a conversation so Nonnie would know we were there. It was a bad day; she was tired and in pain. I helped Mom give her some Morphine to help with that.
The most difficult thing for me was being left alone with her. It makes her so tired to talk, so the onus was on me to make conversation, but what do you do? I felt so helpless. There is nothing I can do that will make her any better. I don’t even know how to arrange her on the bed so she is most comfortable.
The best I could do was be there to show her I love her.
I guess in a way it makes me realize how important the holidays have always been to me. To be able to see all the friends and family I don’t always see due to time and distance – even if we don’t always like each other. To buy my loved ones little gifts, and remember their birthdays, and celebrate important events – I enjoy doing the small things to show that I love them.
This Christmas season I think I did a lot more than I intended, and I know that I am thankful for the time I was able to spend with family and friends. I seem to have enjoyed this season more than most and been truly rewarded with happy moments to remember for always.
So I thank you Mom, Grampie, Nonnie, Vincent, Grampie Trap, Danny, Corinne, Susan and Joe, Aunt Barbara and Uncle Jim, Vince Sr., Jane, Allie and friends, Aunt June and Uncle Tony, Cousins Bruno and Nick and Jimmy, Nicole and Christian, Grandmom and Grandpop, Ruth and Mitchell, Blake and Chad, Annie and Jerry, Uncle Kenny, Aunt Kathy, my other Aunty Kathy, Corinne, Jimmy, Tom, Garland, Jaeson, Lisa, Aaron, Eric, Starr and Kathryn… and anyone else who spent any time over the holidays with me.
It was a wonderful (if not busy) time and I love you all.
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
I quit.
Well, my official resignation date is 5 January 2003, but my last day in the office was last Friday. I am now officially a recovering Special Agent. I wonder if there’s a self-help group for people like me. Or perhaps I’ll turn into Ed Norton’s character in Fight Club and just attend all self-help groups, even for problems I don’t even have. Or perhaps not.
I would have written sooner and kept you abreast of the situation, but I have been kept rather busy these last few weeks, weekends, etc. Just recently I worked on the Queen of Spain’s detail in New York, the day after I returned from a family vacation in New Orleans. That cut right into my birthday celebration, or, to be more precise, erased it entirely. I had to celebrate two days late I’ll have you know!
Then I was detailed to the Former Vice Premier and Foreign Minister of the People’s Republic of China, after which I spent every waking moment closing out my cases and completing paperwork for my resignation.
Last Friday I walked out of the New York Field Office for the last time. It was rather exciting.
Then Katherine, Vince and I had a mini celebration that evening. The rest of the weekend was spent shopping with Vince Sr., Ruth, Mitchell, Mac, Jane, Bob, and our favorite Philly girl, Corinne. I’m still kicking myself for not buying a matching pair of hot pink galoshes to go with Corinne! We were out all day in a snowstorm and not once did I go back to the store to buy, buy, BUY as we consumers are taught to do. What on earth was I thinking???
So now I have the next two and a half weeks off to “enjoy” the holidays. Of course, I have already filled up my days to the brim, what with Christmas parties, family gatherings, random trips to the Shore for New Years, and the like. My new “job,” or rather, jobs, begin in January. Although do not let me mislead you – I am not getting paid. I’ve decided to take on two internships in the entertainment field, in the hopes that they will give me the credibility and experience to get a full-time paying job. One is primarily talent management, and the other is primarily production. However, both companies are incredibly small (about 4-6 employees each) so I will probably end up doing quite a bit and gaining oodles of experience! And of course, both have the potential to become paying jobs, if I prove myself to be the responsible, intelligent person that we all know that I am! So I have that going for me.
I’ve also gone through the first round of interviews for William Morris, which is one of the most widely recognized talent agencies. Apparently the interview process is a multi-stepped ordeal and, much like my past job, I am not supposed to stop my life just because they called. Each step is a competitive process. They’ve invited me to send in an updated resume after I begin at my internships. With any luck, this will lead to something as well!
So that’s the gist of my life right now. What a scary, exciting time it is!
Well, my official resignation date is 5 January 2003, but my last day in the office was last Friday. I am now officially a recovering Special Agent. I wonder if there’s a self-help group for people like me. Or perhaps I’ll turn into Ed Norton’s character in Fight Club and just attend all self-help groups, even for problems I don’t even have. Or perhaps not.
I would have written sooner and kept you abreast of the situation, but I have been kept rather busy these last few weeks, weekends, etc. Just recently I worked on the Queen of Spain’s detail in New York, the day after I returned from a family vacation in New Orleans. That cut right into my birthday celebration, or, to be more precise, erased it entirely. I had to celebrate two days late I’ll have you know!
Then I was detailed to the Former Vice Premier and Foreign Minister of the People’s Republic of China, after which I spent every waking moment closing out my cases and completing paperwork for my resignation.
Last Friday I walked out of the New York Field Office for the last time. It was rather exciting.
Then Katherine, Vince and I had a mini celebration that evening. The rest of the weekend was spent shopping with Vince Sr., Ruth, Mitchell, Mac, Jane, Bob, and our favorite Philly girl, Corinne. I’m still kicking myself for not buying a matching pair of hot pink galoshes to go with Corinne! We were out all day in a snowstorm and not once did I go back to the store to buy, buy, BUY as we consumers are taught to do. What on earth was I thinking???
So now I have the next two and a half weeks off to “enjoy” the holidays. Of course, I have already filled up my days to the brim, what with Christmas parties, family gatherings, random trips to the Shore for New Years, and the like. My new “job,” or rather, jobs, begin in January. Although do not let me mislead you – I am not getting paid. I’ve decided to take on two internships in the entertainment field, in the hopes that they will give me the credibility and experience to get a full-time paying job. One is primarily talent management, and the other is primarily production. However, both companies are incredibly small (about 4-6 employees each) so I will probably end up doing quite a bit and gaining oodles of experience! And of course, both have the potential to become paying jobs, if I prove myself to be the responsible, intelligent person that we all know that I am!
I’ve also gone through the first round of interviews for William Morris, which is one of the most widely recognized talent agencies. Apparently the interview process is a multi-stepped ordeal and, much like my past job, I am not supposed to stop my life just because they called. Each step is a competitive process. They’ve invited me to send in an updated resume after I begin at my internships. With any luck, this will lead to something as well!
So that’s the gist of my life right now. What a scary, exciting time it is!
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Today while I was navigating Friendster, I got one of those forwards nobody likes to get but we all fill out when we’re bored, so I thought I’d share my responses with you (whether you want it or not):
1. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME?
McLean
2. WHAT KIND OF PANTS ARE YOU WEARING AND WHAT COLOR?
Camel-colored corderoys with rivets running down the side; they're Vincent's favorite because he likes the way they hug my tushie...
3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Vincent ripping every last one of our CDs into MP3s. He has to listen to each song individually to make sure there are no skips. During Depeche Mode week I wanted to kill myself...
4. WHAT ARE THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER?
What the f&#$? If you loved me, you'd already know.
5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Leftover Halloween candy. A Snickers Cruncher bar.
6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
Today, pink.
7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?
Completely uninspiring. And today was supposed to be the first day of the rest of my life...
8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
One of the most beautiful people I know, my friend Starr. Either that or this pregnant lady (two weeks til due date) I made cry yesterday when I told her she had committed a felony when she committed passport fraud. I don't remember which.
9. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Face. And if they're arrogant.
10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?
Katy should be ashamed.
11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
Depressed. Who the heck asked for daylight savings time so we could all get out of work at the onset of darkness??!
12. FAVORITE DRINK?
Water and cammomile tea.
13. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
I like my men like I like my alcohol: sweet and intoxicating. Therefore, Baileys on the rocks.
14. FAVORITE SPORTS?
In my fantasy-land, or in real life? Because I really think rock-climbing is the sport for me; I just haven't climbed a cliff yet (not the way you're supposed to anyway). In real life, I've dabbled in track & field, soccer, tae kwon do, hiking, volleyball... You name it, I've tried it. And just for the record, if we're playing football, two-hand touch is for weenies.
15. HAIR COLOR?
Brown.
16. EYE COLOR?
My dad says I'm so full of crap my eyes turned brown. But this also comes from the man who claims I have the most beautiful blue eyes he's ever seen...
17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
Um, not if I want to see.
18. SIBLINGS AND THEIR AGES?
My one and only, Dan, 26. My mom also has two mutts she tells everyone are my sisters.
19. FAVORITE MONTH?
September/October - when the leaves are changing and the weather is rather consistent.
20. FAVORITE FOOD?
Anything my mom cooks. Nepalese / German / Irish / Italian fare. My own cooking. Vegetables. Fruits. Starches. I ABHOR fast food.
21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
In the theatre: Under the Tuscan Sun, Lost in Translation and Kill Bill are amongst the latest. Tonight I am going to see Matrix: Revolutions.
Rental: Adaptation, 8 Women
Sundance Film Channel: Spin the Bottle, Bartleby
I recommend all three I saw in the theatre and NOTHING, I repeat, NOTHING I rented or TIVOed.
22. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
Thanksgiving, by far. Who isn't a fan of a holiday devoted entirely to eating too much, unbuttoning your pants, and watching your family wash the dishes as you slowly pass out...?
23. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
Thus far, I've asked out most of my men. Many people look at me like I've lost my marbles, but that's the way the cookie crumbles, folks.
24. DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
Neither. I like depressing endings that are true to life and lend some sort of life lesson. But if I have to choose, I would go for happy endings as I don't take to being frightened very well. I was always scared of the dark as a child.
25. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Yes.
26. HUGS OR KISSES?
Big, old, snuggly hugs.
28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
Chocolate, but that's only because I hate vanilla even more than I hate chocolate.
29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITEBACK?
Yes, but the real question is, WILL THEY? (Reminder to all, I have a gun and I know where you live...)
30. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Whoever is most bored at the moment. Like me right now.
31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
People who have a life.
32. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?
Harry Potter.
33. WHAT'S ON YOUR SCREEN SAVER/DESKTOP?
An orangish black abstract of a sky, I believe.
34. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?
Scrabble. Or Clue. Maybe even Life.
35. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?
Staid out late at work for something called Crim Night. Which basically means that we all stay up to midnight, scouring around the slumiest neighborhoods in New York, looking for some poor schmucks who lied on their passport applications. Really, it doesn't get any better than this...
36. FAVORITE SMELL
The hint of Autumn on the wind. A crackling fire. Hot apple cider. Laundry vents. Chlorinated swimming pools. Baby powder. Thanksgiving.
37. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
Chi-chi, you're a 23-pound cat and you're not starving so shut the fah-zuck up!!!
1. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME?
McLean
2. WHAT KIND OF PANTS ARE YOU WEARING AND WHAT COLOR?
Camel-colored corderoys with rivets running down the side; they're Vincent's favorite because he likes the way they hug my tushie...
3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Vincent ripping every last one of our CDs into MP3s. He has to listen to each song individually to make sure there are no skips. During Depeche Mode week I wanted to kill myself...
4. WHAT ARE THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER?
What the f&#$? If you loved me, you'd already know.
5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Leftover Halloween candy. A Snickers Cruncher bar.
6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
Today, pink.
7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?
Completely uninspiring. And today was supposed to be the first day of the rest of my life...
8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
One of the most beautiful people I know, my friend Starr. Either that or this pregnant lady (two weeks til due date) I made cry yesterday when I told her she had committed a felony when she committed passport fraud. I don't remember which.
9. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Face. And if they're arrogant.
10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?
Katy should be ashamed.
11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
Depressed. Who the heck asked for daylight savings time so we could all get out of work at the onset of darkness??!
12. FAVORITE DRINK?
Water and cammomile tea.
13. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
I like my men like I like my alcohol: sweet and intoxicating. Therefore, Baileys on the rocks.
14. FAVORITE SPORTS?
In my fantasy-land, or in real life? Because I really think rock-climbing is the sport for me; I just haven't climbed a cliff yet (not the way you're supposed to anyway). In real life, I've dabbled in track & field, soccer, tae kwon do, hiking, volleyball... You name it, I've tried it. And just for the record, if we're playing football, two-hand touch is for weenies.
15. HAIR COLOR?
Brown.
16. EYE COLOR?
My dad says I'm so full of crap my eyes turned brown. But this also comes from the man who claims I have the most beautiful blue eyes he's ever seen...
17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
Um, not if I want to see.
18. SIBLINGS AND THEIR AGES?
My one and only, Dan, 26. My mom also has two mutts she tells everyone are my sisters.
19. FAVORITE MONTH?
September/October - when the leaves are changing and the weather is rather consistent.
20. FAVORITE FOOD?
Anything my mom cooks. Nepalese / German / Irish / Italian fare. My own cooking. Vegetables. Fruits. Starches. I ABHOR fast food.
21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
In the theatre: Under the Tuscan Sun, Lost in Translation and Kill Bill are amongst the latest. Tonight I am going to see Matrix: Revolutions.
Rental: Adaptation, 8 Women
Sundance Film Channel: Spin the Bottle, Bartleby
I recommend all three I saw in the theatre and NOTHING, I repeat, NOTHING I rented or TIVOed.
22. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
Thanksgiving, by far. Who isn't a fan of a holiday devoted entirely to eating too much, unbuttoning your pants, and watching your family wash the dishes as you slowly pass out...?
23. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
Thus far, I've asked out most of my men. Many people look at me like I've lost my marbles, but that's the way the cookie crumbles, folks.
24. DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
Neither. I like depressing endings that are true to life and lend some sort of life lesson. But if I have to choose, I would go for happy endings as I don't take to being frightened very well. I was always scared of the dark as a child.
25. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Yes.
26. HUGS OR KISSES?
Big, old, snuggly hugs.
28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
Chocolate, but that's only because I hate vanilla even more than I hate chocolate.
29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITEBACK?
Yes, but the real question is, WILL THEY? (Reminder to all, I have a gun and I know where you live...
30. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Whoever is most bored at the moment. Like me right now.
31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
People who have a life.
32. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?
Harry Potter.
33. WHAT'S ON YOUR SCREEN SAVER/DESKTOP?
An orangish black abstract of a sky, I believe.
34. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?
Scrabble. Or Clue. Maybe even Life.
35. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?
Staid out late at work for something called Crim Night. Which basically means that we all stay up to midnight, scouring around the slumiest neighborhoods in New York, looking for some poor schmucks who lied on their passport applications. Really, it doesn't get any better than this...
36. FAVORITE SMELL
The hint of Autumn on the wind. A crackling fire. Hot apple cider. Laundry vents. Chlorinated swimming pools. Baby powder. Thanksgiving.
37. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
Chi-chi, you're a 23-pound cat and you're not starving so shut the fah-zuck up!!!
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