A random Meme
Scribing at 1:29 a.m. on 2005-01-29
Using Mapquest, how many miles is it from your house to your parents' house?
Hrm. Since they're both dead, this could really lead to one of those existential 'is there a heaven or hell, and if so, where would one or both of your parents end up?' type of discussions; I'm relatively sure that's not the point of this.
However, if I Mapquest to the last home the three of us lived in while everybody was still alive, then it's 100.16 miles.
Google your first and last name, in quotes. How many results were found?
On my real full name on the birth certificate, 3. One is a pitch to get my name as a domain, the other two sites are in Italian. On the more common shortened version of my name I go by most often, there are 570; the actual me doesn't show up until page 5. I seem to pop up regularly after that (who knew?) but I quit looking. People that go by the same name, however, have a wealth of either interesting or alarming occupations and hobbies, depending on your point of view.
What room in your house is too small?
The main bathroom. If the door opened in, it would smack you in the knees as you perch on the toilet. I rather think that UrsaMajor's parrot wouldn't care for it at all.
What room is too large?
Is there such a thing as a room that's too large? Seriously.
Name of your third grade teacher:
I have absolutely no idea at all. Undoubtedly a nun, so like, probably Sister George or Sister Mary Faith or Sister Poke Your Eye Out With A Spork or something of that nature.
How much money did you make at your first job?
If I recall correctly, probably around the neighborhood of 5 bucks an hour. At that time in ancient history, that was a goodly chunk above minimum wage; I was 16 years old (ok, 15, but I lied and told them I was 16 because of child labor laws) and netted a job at a plastics factory. Still one of the most unpleasant jobs I can ever recall having, but Ma and I had bills to pay so I was lucky to get it.
Favorite donut:
Krispy Kreme custard filled Long John. Oh shut up, and get your mind out of the gutter for JUST ONE SECOND.
Name(s) of your next door neighbor(s):
David and Lindy. I do not care about the republicans on the other side.
Genre of music you can't stand:
Backwoods country. Anything with a banjo in it. Making threatening gesture to Sarkasmo and she SO knows why.
Last thing bid on on ebay:
Gah .. it's been like 100 years since I've bid on something on Ebay. Urm .. I think it was a tattooing book by Huck Spaulding and a copy of Modern Primitives.
How much cash is in your wallet:
Ahhhh .. checking that would be .. um .. none. My wallet is currently devoid of filthy lucre, but thank you for asking.
Oh, and because I will be struck down by a meteor!
How will you die? Take the Exotic Cause of Death Test
