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How was Kevin killed? Well…
Saw this over at John Wick’s blog, and decided to join in the fun.
Grab the first sentence of your first post in each month of 2005. Paste them together into a single paragraph: there is your year in miniature.
Glad to see my request of ABC and J.J. Abrams for an especially kick-butt “Alias” premiere (it was Noelle’s birthday, after all) was more than met: I hate sporks. Ladies and gents, I present Kyle Wagner, one year old today. Recently, if you were a Jew suffering through ED at Passover, you were pretty much screwed (no pun intended). Life imitates art yet again. Dear Asshat, Check it out: I am a shell / hollow, / walking and talking as if I were a real boy. The editors of the papers in my company decided today to stop using the term “refugees” and instead stick with just “evacuees” and “victims.” Happy birthday to you, / Happy birthday to you. I’ve got a couple of photos up on Flickr of my Extreme Makeover: Goth Edition. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me.
The return of questions from the Friday Five.
1. If you had all the money in the world and could choose to own anything, what you would get and why?
My own amusement park, a kickass one with:
Why would I want my own amusement park?
For my own amusement, of course.
Skydiving.
As I discovered earlier this year when I did the bungee swing thing at Great America, I still have a healthy respect for gravity and the solidness of terra firma.
Nonetheless, I still intend to throw myself “out of a perfectly good airplane,” as my mom has put it, at some point.
I could mention Chien and Shanna, the dachshunds my parents had had since before I was born, but they were never really mine.
That honor went to Kinky, a cat we found in the park one day when I was four or five. He was so named because of a double ninety-degree bend in the end of his tail.
He was, definitively, my cat. I could get away with so much with him, far more than anyone else in my family could, stuff like wearing him as a shawl. (Kitties, as it turns out, don’t really dig that sort of activity.)
He was a good cat. I miss him.
I would be summer: Not as light and bouncy as springtime, nor as crisp and waning as autumn, nor as cold and still as winter, summer is the season of heat, of activity, of joie de vivre.
Poe’s “Haunted” (from her album of the same name) is a song of stirring, beautiful complexity, both lyrically and musically. It reminisces and it looks forward. Regret and hope and earnest examination all cavort about its stanzas.
It is, in short, a good approximation of what I would be as a song.
“Haunted”
by PoeBa da pa pa ba da pa pa…
Come here
Pretty please
Can you tell me where I am
You won’t you say something
I need to get my bearings
I’m lost
And the shadows keep on changingAnd I’m haunted
By the lives that I have loved
And actions I have hated
I’m haunted
By the lives that wove the web
Inside my haunted headBa da pa pa ba da pa pa…
Don’t cry,
There’s always a way
Here in November in this house of leaves
We’ll pray
Please, I know it’s hard to believe
To see a perfect forest
Through so many splintered trees
You and me
And these shadows keep on changingAnd I’m haunted
By the lives that I have loved
And actions I have hated
I’m haunted
By the promises I’ve made
And others I have broken
I’m haunted
By the lives that wove the web
Inside my haunted headHallways… always
I’ll always want you
I’ll always need you
I’ll always love youAnd I will always miss you
Ba da pa pa ba da pa pa…
Come here
No I won’t say please
One more look at the ghost
Before I’m gonna make it leave
Come here
I’ve got the pieces here
Time to gather up the splinters
Build a casket for my tearsI’m haunted
(By the lives that I have loved)
I’m haunted
(By the promises I’ve made)
I’m haunted
By the hallways in this tiny room
The echos there of me and you
The voices that are carrying this tuneBa da pa pa…
Father: What is it Annie?
Daughter: You think I’ll cry? I won’t cry!
My heart will break before I cry!
I will go mad.
(I’m sure this stuff is totally unique to me… and to anybody else conceived in early June…)
Your Birthdate: February 27
Your birth on the 27th day of the month (9 energy) adds a tone of selflessness and humanitarianism to your life path.
Certainly, you are one who can work very well with people, but at the same time you need a good bit of time to be by yourself to rest and meditate.
There is a very humanistic and philanthropic approach in most of things that you do.
This birthday helps you be broadminded, tolerant, generous and very cooperative.
You are the type of person who uses persuasion rather than force to achieve your ends.
You tend to be very sensitive to others’ needs and feelings, and you able to give much in the way of friendship without expecting a lot in return.
What Does Your Birth Date Mean?
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Just ’cause it’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these things:
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Your Hair Should Be Red |
 Passionate, fiery, and sassy. You’re a total smart aleck who’s got the biggest personality around. |
You scored as Capt. Mal Reynolds. The Captain. You are the captain of the ship, so the crew are your responsibility. You just want to do the job, get paid and keep flying. Why is that always so hard?
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Which Serenity character are you?
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And in other news, I have my ticket to the midnight show of Serenity!
You Are Absinthe!
You have a unique personality. Although most like you, sometimes you take some getting used to. You can be a bit strong. You are full of energy and sometimes flamboyant. You are the life of the party but if people are not careful you can knock them on their ass.
I’m not sure I’d call myself “the life of the party,” and at this point in my life, about the only knocking-them-on-their-asses I do is when I try to bust a move on the dance floor.
(bump) “Oops, excuse me.” (bump)
It’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these quizzes.
You are Kip!
You love technology,
have an insane craving for nachos,
and can live it up gangsta style.
Peace out!
Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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