Meme interview: THE Wixom Vixen's grilling
P.s. TNM = Two New Men; stroke of genius, or what?!
And don't hold back on wanting to be interviewed: I have sooooooooooooooooooo many questions!!!! 3 is good, right?! So comment now "Interview me!". O.k. then !
Here are my answers to Jessica B's (if I may be so forward) questions. See the end for the rules and instructions. (Mmm. I like instructions. Before bed. With hot choc!)
1. What attracted you to my blog?
Waah! This question is tooooo difficult! (sulks!). Ok, it's not, but I can only think of the honest answer to give. Bah! The paucity of this reply is your fault!!!
Came across it by chance, as you do when you use a search engine. Or not, as was the case.
Apart from that: the obvious wit, intelligence and it being a damn good read (pardon me). So you're either a quite rare woman to possess such facilities, or a quite rare man. For this purpose, man and woman also equal any rogue self-replicating, self-writing viruses that might have invaded blogger.com for their own insidious purposes.
2. Are you a man or a mushroom?
Well, the latter would make me a cannibal (thinks of Mr Hopkins, Welsh bloke and that lovely slithering, tongue-slip-flitting sound he made in some fillum) but I oft feel one as governments now refuse to tell me their secrets and people won't tell me anything anymore, just cause I'm a ghost! Oh, that kinda answers the question actually. Apart from that I could join the Earth Defence Force and then the record would show genus: homo sapien, sex: m. That's what il mio passaporto says, anyway. Not the bit about the EDF tho'; I made them up. Apart from that, I do like a good mushroom. The bad ones use such terrible language my sensitive teeth can't take it. Genus is one letter away from genius. I wonder what it'd be like to be one. Genus, that is. Ptthhb.
3. What's your favorite childhood memory? (favourite).Hmm. Ha. Humm. Could settle on fave. Um. Blimey Batman! This is longer than an exam! Or your nipples, Robin. You promised you wouldn't mention those! Stiff upper lip, old chap! There you go! I'm not very good with favourites: they keep changing, there's always a good 'un you can't 'member, which really is better, and (muppititude aside) the best things will always come along tomorrow. I honestly cannot answer this simply and some answers will reveal things about me to the trained eye, but I guess I'll have to take that chance. I'll give you some good memories, but my childhood was full of them (and when did/will it end?) . Here goes:
Running from a drunken loon with my sisters on my first day in Southampton on a beautiful sunny September day, the second goal I scored in a footy (soccer) game against my team's nearest rivals for the league title, leaving school and burning the school tie, taking the exam to get into the (quite prestigious) school, discovering women (ok, they were girls, but what did I know?), rolling down hills and climbing up them, every baking summer and every freezing winter, every balmy spring and promise-filled autumn, reading and re-reading the LOTR, buying my first record and discovering music and thought, going to the shops on a Saturday morning to spend my pocket money on Spider Man comics, listening to (often heated, but dead intelligent) family debates, not eating my sprouts and leaving them in my pockets then hiding them in a drawer only to discover them going mouldy some while later, getting stuck in the paternoster when I went to visit my sister at uni and getting told off by the security guard for riding it incessantly, going into "the zone" (sporting phrase, not a place), staring at wallpaper...and on and on and on....
4. What are your thoughts on blonde vs. brunette?
I think Brazil will probably win the World Cup again, ho hum. Well. Most blondes are brunettes. Most real blondes are actually quite unattractive, tho a small ppn are well fit, geezer. I think brunettes tend to have stronger and more attractive faces/features. Even when blonde. I have been disparaging about those who seek to obtain a personality from a bottle (i.e. brunettes who go blonde to have "more fun") but generalisations are pointless: several someones I've known dyed their hair blonde but they had balls (not literally!) and brains and substance, so that was why I associated with them, rather than simply objectified them (if they were worthy of those fickle feelings I possess - ed). A woman with a really good face (but possibly immensely irritating and thus who might end up in the last category were a meaningful meeting ever to become a reality, and it's not one I wish for - too busy) would be Angie Everhardt - and she's a (proper) readhead cum brunette. But then Elizabeth Perkins is quite nice as is Penelope Ann Miller to mention just a couple.
And Kathleen Robertson's cute. That weird bird off of 'charmed', tho I don't like her name. Not too many more: I'm too picky.
Is this a question of "do you fancy blondes (per se) or brunettes?", or "do you like what everyone else does, or can you think for yourself?" Blast! How can such a simple question be so hard?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5. What are you wearing?
For a very short period of time, people told me I looked like Al Bundy. I should be so lucky, but I do sit like he does in front of the TV; when on my own, anyway. I wear bad bad bad clothes. No sense. Of style. Fashion. Sense, even. Jeans with a hole that has mysteriously appeared right in the centre of the crotch, varnish stains that won't come out - from helping someone paint the beams in their brand new house - an unidentified green stain that I have christened "Norbert". A belt, black. To clip my baby, cheap but not "fell of a lorry " (i.e. stolen) ipod onto. Socks. Two. Black. Now probably in need of a wash. Underpants (caks/keks/trolleys) of the regulation basic, cover yer bits and stop them making out like a headbanger variety. Today's are (alas) Calvins - from a visit to Vegas some long while ago. Perhaps they really shouldn't have lasted this long? T-shirt. NOT DESIGNER. Blech! Plain kinda off-white, maybe it needs a wash(?) colour. Most of my stuff is in someone's loft and may never see the light of day which is a shame as there are some lovely (well I like 'em anyway, what's that on the end of your nose, nice spot btw!!!) shirts among other things up there.
So. When do the royalties come flooding in?
MEME RULES
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your LJ/Blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
And don't hold back on wanting to be interviewed: I have sooooooooooooooooooo many questions!!!! 3 is good, right?! So comment now "Interview me!". O.k. then !
Here are my answers to Jessica B's (if I may be so forward) questions. See the end for the rules and instructions. (Mmm. I like instructions. Before bed. With hot choc!)
1. What attracted you to my blog?
Waah! This question is tooooo difficult! (sulks!). Ok, it's not, but I can only think of the honest answer to give. Bah! The paucity of this reply is your fault!!!
Came across it by chance, as you do when you use a search engine. Or not, as was the case.
Apart from that: the obvious wit, intelligence and it being a damn good read (pardon me). So you're either a quite rare woman to possess such facilities, or a quite rare man. For this purpose, man and woman also equal any rogue self-replicating, self-writing viruses that might have invaded blogger.com for their own insidious purposes.
2. Are you a man or a mushroom?
Well, the latter would make me a cannibal (thinks of Mr Hopkins, Welsh bloke and that lovely slithering, tongue-slip-flitting sound he made in some fillum) but I oft feel one as governments now refuse to tell me their secrets and people won't tell me anything anymore, just cause I'm a ghost! Oh, that kinda answers the question actually. Apart from that I could join the Earth Defence Force and then the record would show genus: homo sapien, sex: m. That's what il mio passaporto says, anyway. Not the bit about the EDF tho'; I made them up. Apart from that, I do like a good mushroom. The bad ones use such terrible language my sensitive teeth can't take it. Genus is one letter away from genius. I wonder what it'd be like to be one. Genus, that is. Ptthhb.
3. What's your favorite childhood memory? (favourite).Hmm. Ha. Humm. Could settle on fave. Um. Blimey Batman! This is longer than an exam! Or your nipples, Robin. You promised you wouldn't mention those! Stiff upper lip, old chap! There you go! I'm not very good with favourites: they keep changing, there's always a good 'un you can't 'member, which really is better, and (muppititude aside) the best things will always come along tomorrow. I honestly cannot answer this simply and some answers will reveal things about me to the trained eye, but I guess I'll have to take that chance. I'll give you some good memories, but my childhood was full of them (and when did/will it end?) . Here goes:
Running from a drunken loon with my sisters on my first day in Southampton on a beautiful sunny September day, the second goal I scored in a footy (soccer) game against my team's nearest rivals for the league title, leaving school and burning the school tie, taking the exam to get into the (quite prestigious) school, discovering women (ok, they were girls, but what did I know?), rolling down hills and climbing up them, every baking summer and every freezing winter, every balmy spring and promise-filled autumn, reading and re-reading the LOTR, buying my first record and discovering music and thought, going to the shops on a Saturday morning to spend my pocket money on Spider Man comics, listening to (often heated, but dead intelligent) family debates, not eating my sprouts and leaving them in my pockets then hiding them in a drawer only to discover them going mouldy some while later, getting stuck in the paternoster when I went to visit my sister at uni and getting told off by the security guard for riding it incessantly, going into "the zone" (sporting phrase, not a place), staring at wallpaper...and on and on and on....
4. What are your thoughts on blonde vs. brunette?
I think Brazil will probably win the World Cup again, ho hum. Well. Most blondes are brunettes. Most real blondes are actually quite unattractive, tho a small ppn are well fit, geezer. I think brunettes tend to have stronger and more attractive faces/features. Even when blonde. I have been disparaging about those who seek to obtain a personality from a bottle (i.e. brunettes who go blonde to have "more fun") but generalisations are pointless: several someones I've known dyed their hair blonde but they had balls (not literally!) and brains and substance, so that was why I associated with them, rather than simply objectified them (if they were worthy of those fickle feelings I possess - ed). A woman with a really good face (but possibly immensely irritating and thus who might end up in the last category were a meaningful meeting ever to become a reality, and it's not one I wish for - too busy) would be Angie Everhardt - and she's a (proper) readhead cum brunette. But then Elizabeth Perkins is quite nice as is Penelope Ann Miller to mention just a couple.
And Kathleen Robertson's cute. That weird bird off of 'charmed', tho I don't like her name. Not too many more: I'm too picky.
Is this a question of "do you fancy blondes (per se) or brunettes?", or "do you like what everyone else does, or can you think for yourself?" Blast! How can such a simple question be so hard?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5. What are you wearing?
For a very short period of time, people told me I looked like Al Bundy. I should be so lucky, but I do sit like he does in front of the TV; when on my own, anyway. I wear bad bad bad clothes. No sense. Of style. Fashion. Sense, even. Jeans with a hole that has mysteriously appeared right in the centre of the crotch, varnish stains that won't come out - from helping someone paint the beams in their brand new house - an unidentified green stain that I have christened "Norbert". A belt, black. To clip my baby, cheap but not "fell of a lorry " (i.e. stolen) ipod onto. Socks. Two. Black. Now probably in need of a wash. Underpants (caks/keks/trolleys) of the regulation basic, cover yer bits and stop them making out like a headbanger variety. Today's are (alas) Calvins - from a visit to Vegas some long while ago. Perhaps they really shouldn't have lasted this long? T-shirt. NOT DESIGNER. Blech! Plain kinda off-white, maybe it needs a wash(?) colour. Most of my stuff is in someone's loft and may never see the light of day which is a shame as there are some lovely (well I like 'em anyway, what's that on the end of your nose, nice spot btw!!!) shirts among other things up there.
So. When do the royalties come flooding in?
MEME RULES
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your LJ/Blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
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