Did you know there is a word for “the fear of Friday the 13th”? I didn’t, not until this morning, anyway. Thanks to the daily e-mail from Paul McFedries’ Wordspy I can now say, with confidence, that I do not suffer from paraskevidekatriaphobia.
Voice in my head: Johnny Clegg – Woman be my Country
1. Have you taken a bath already?
Yes, I have taken a bath, already! Oh, you mean today? No, I showered after karate yesterday.
2. Who did you gave your very first kiss to?(sic.)
(Don’t they ever proofread these?) That would be filed in a folder stamped “Confidential”.
And I don’t like piercing at the best of times…
I will have to stop answering all these questions.
1. If you knew that millions of faithful followers were going to model their lives after you, would you change anything about how you live it?
Nah. My life’s fine. (Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!)
2. When you find you don’t need something any more, is your impulse to throw it out, give it away, store it somewhere, or sell it?
Give it away or sell it, depending on what it is. Come to think of it, I have this box full of movies on VHS that I was meaning to get rid of, anyone interested?
3. What world record would you most like to set?
You know what? I can’t think of a single one right now.
This makes for interesting reading, doesn’t it?
Voices in my head: The Murmurs – You Suck (and that is definitely M’s fault)
VGs nettugave har en bra en i dag:
“Fikk sjokk da han fant foten”
Det viser seg at svensken som gravde opp en fot i kolonihagen sin fikk sjokk. Det var da rart. Jeg forsøker stadig å grave rundt vannledninger og finner deler av lik. Det er en helt dagligdags hendelse og ingenting å bli sjokkert over.
1. Do you believe in reincarnation?
Not really, though I’m not dismissing any possibilities.
2. If you could pull any [high school] prank, what would you do?
It’s not exactly the sort of thing I do, pulling pranks. It goes too much against the grain (too little of “do unto others as you would have others do unto you” and too much cheap laughs). Some students of my mum’s once bodily lifted the (rather small) car of one of the less popular teachers onto the tall pile of snow left in the middle of the schoolyard by the snowclearing vehicles. I would probably have enjoyed something like that (I would probably even have laughed had someone done it to me, though I would have been rather mad at the same time…).
Voice in my head: Vonda Shepard – I only want to be with you
Touretta etterlyser substans, og mener at
inntrykket av at folk flest virkelig trenger å skjerpe seg blir stadig forsterket når man bare får skummet gjennom nettavisene og ikke lest noe skikkelig.
Jeg vet nå ikke helt om det hjelper å grave seg ned, jeg. Det er en grunn til at jeg aldri* leser aviser.
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* Jeg følger normal definisjon av “aldri”: Ytterst sjelden, en gang i måneden toppen. Mer spesifikt betyr det at jeg bare leser papiraviser når jeg er et sted der noen andre har kjøpt dem og at jeg bare skummer nettaviser til daglig. Ikke ser jeg tv-nyheter, heller, jeg blir bare deprimert av dem.
I have a spot, approximately 4 fingers wide and 3 fingers tall, just under my right boob, on the bottom rib, which really hurts, due to having been hit repeatedly at last night’s karate practice.
We’re not actually at a stage where we’re supposed to hurt each other yet (no fights, just stylised moves – the guy who hit me wouldn’t have if he’d been better at judging distances), so this is the first time I’ve been “injured”.
Karate is fun (no, really).
Voices in my head: (Hit me baby one more time would be appropriate, wouldn’t it? Though I don’t actually like being used as a punchbag, normally. It’s actually:) The Knack – My Sharona
1. Under what circumstances is the deliberate taking of life ucceptable (sic.)?
I assume they mean “acceptable”, in which case the answer is “None”. The only qualification of that I can think of right now is in a case of immediate self-defence (you, or someone close to you being the subject of an unprovoked attack) if you can’t stop the attacker any other way (and in most cases only professionals would be able to deliberately unarm/maim rather than kill).
2. What is your worst habit?
Procrastination.
Something I’m not terribly good at, obviously, but you can’t help mulling them over, can you?
My father travels quite a lot in his work. Recently, I was discussing this with my mother (while he was away) and I said “But isn’t it nice to have the house to yourself occasionally?” but she said she didn’t really feel that way. I somehow think I would. Maybe I’m turning into a confirmed old bachelor(ette) or maybe it’s the introvert/extrovert thing rearing its head again, but I’m not sure that I could ever put up with having anyone around for 24 hours a day for long periods. I’ve talked about this necessity for being alone before, and I was thinking recently that having a husband who went away for periods allowing me to start missing him and then came back, but went away again before I would have time to get sick of always having him around would be ideal. Like my father used to do when he was commuting from Hamar to Oslo, he’d be home at weekends and once during the week. I think I could handle a husband like that. Not sure I could handle one that was at home every evening. Problem is, I suppose, that it wouldn’t quite work like that, as he’d be bound to be gone when I wanted him there and probably be there at times when I wanted him gone, unless I could make him come and go whenever I pleased, but that would not be so much wife/husband as mistress/slave, and I somehow don’t think I’d enjoy that, either. The other problem is if I had a husband who was away and we had kids I’d have to have the kids around all the time, which would hardly be ideal. Maybe I should aim to get a husband who can stay at home (I mean, he can go to work and all, but not travel much) and do all the travelling/commuting myself? Now there’s an idea.
Oh, just ignore me, I’m rambling.
Voice in my head: Avril Lavigne – Complicated