Sunday, December 10, 2006
Not being in much of a writing mood, I have decided to do this meme I found over at Bothenook's blog.
Three things that scare me:
- Iran getting the bomb.
- The future of Europe.
- Religious fundamentalists.
- My wife. She speaks her own dialect and sometimes spontaneously coins cute words or turns of phrase. My favorite of these is "satisfication".
- The cast of Seinfeld.
- John Kennedy Toole.
- My wife.
- My mother.
- My cat, Jerome.
- Religious fundamentalists.
- Boratomania. I saw Borat yesterday. It had its moments, but talk about over-hyped! I have nothing particularly against low humor -- so long as it's mixed in with other types. And there were too many inconsistencies. The depicted Kazakh culture was fictional, which is fine, but it was so unbelievable it hurt the humor a lot for me. One of the better scenes, in which Borat barged in on a weather forecast in my home town, was out of sequence. (Or does this southern bumpkin need to be told that Mississippi is somewhere along the Atlantic seaboard? All this time, I thought Mom and Dad were taking me to the Gulf Coast for summer vacation!)
- Almost any kind of music one can find easily on the radio.
- Italian food.
- My computer.
- A picture of my wife and me just before we got married.
- Missing my wife.
- Deciding whether to smoke a stogie. This is a minor fringe benefit to temporary bachelorhood, but my mouth will taste terrible and my throat will be uncomfortable tomorrow if I do this.
- Wondering whether I will have a chance to get anything important done at work tomorrow.
- Get paid specifically for something I have written.
- Find a print outlet for my writing.
- Build a satisfying career.
- Cut through the fog in any issue being debated.
- Make decisions.
- Sing. My voice is horrible. Fortunately, I am not afflicted with any desire whatsoever to sing.
- Read music. I could fix this, but why?
- Dance. I knew how after months of lessons motivated by ulterior motives several years ago. I -- like most other men who take dancing lessons -- wanted to meet women. Although I knew my wife before I started the lessons, they paid off when she became jealous of me dancing with other women. Eventually, my wife will make me take lessons again. Some day, I may even learn to enjoy dancing on its own merits! Pure gravy!
- The roar of the ocean.
- Songbirds on a spring morning in Mississippi.
- My ska collection.
- The radio.
- Anyone who claims to know what God wants you to do.
- Anyone who claims there is such a thing as "the common good".
- The possible identity of the animal whose fossilized backbone I found as a kid, if that is even possible.
- How to do partial mash beer brewing. (This is my next goal as a home brewer.)
- How to judge my own writing. My weakest point as a writer is that I seem not to be a good judge of whether something I have written is necessarily ready for publication. Very, very frustrating.
- Eggs Benedict.
quiz I took on how introverted I am "in six dimensions".
|Your Extroversion Profile:|
|Activity Level: Low|
|Excitement Seeking: Very Low|
|Friendliness: Very Low|
Heh. Nothing new here! I already knew I was an introvert and that the test would make me sound like some kind of curmudgeon. I think an extrovert wrote the quiz.
12-11-06: Two corrections and added last two sentences.