I hate that person who goes around saying “I don’t like to label myself,” because whenever I think it I hear it being said in a terribly obnoxious voice. But unfortunately, I am that person, and I really hate labels. Continue reading
Think about the town where you currently live: its local customs, traditions, and hangouts, its slang. What would be the strangest thing about this place for a first-time visitor?
For the sake of my privacy since I don’t believe in advertising all of my personal information on the web, I’m going to rename my hometown Hippyville. Hell, I’ve probably called it that from time to time anyway. Continue reading
You’ve been granted the power to predict the future! The catch — each time you use your power, it costs you one day (as in, you’ll live one day less). How would you use this power, it at all?
Damn, this would make a really great premise for a novel or a movie. I’m thinking maybe of a hero who feels that he/she needs to save everyone who is in any kind of mortal danger, selflessly giving up the days of his/her life one by one in order to save the people he/she loves.
I would not play the hero. Although we all like to think of ourselves as heroes and heroines every once in a while, it is a fantasy. There really are selfless people out there, but not to the extreme degree that you can see in superhero stories. I like to think of myself as someone who can make sacrifices for the people I love, but here’s my lame excuse for not going on a sight-seeing rampage: After a short while, my minutes would be up and there I’d be, somewhere in a ditch. Utterly useless. Continue reading
You’ve just been named the casting director of your favorite television show (or movie franchise). The catch: you must replace the entire cast — with your friends and family. Who gets which role?
I actually considered choosing Game of Thrones for this prompt… then I thought better of it. Basically I’d be killing all of my friends and family off, and the only thing better is to be eternally lost in some part of a forest or to be incestual twins. Or they can all be Hodor.
So I have several problems to overcome. Any TV show that I am currently in love with is most likely one made by Joss Whedon. I’m a bit obsessed. And the problem (or rather lack thereof) with Whedon’s shows are that his casting is superb. I could not imagine his characters being played by any other actors. His characters are also so specific and so unique, it’s hard to just pick out any person in my life and stick them with that specific role, because it’s not like they’re playing a high school jock or the badass mofo — they are Mal, Buffy, Angel, etc. Continue reading
What’s the best (or rather, worst) backhanded compliment you’ve ever received? If you can’t think of any — when’s the last time someone paid you a compliment you didn’t actually deserve?
Growing up, I always thought my family was pretty humorless. Turns out, my mom’s just not particularly good with comedic timing and all of my dad’s jokes were too sophisticated or inappropriate for me as a kid. It was a pretty significant transformation when I went into college; even though my brother’s still in high school, the jokes in the family have escalated quite a bit, and one thing in particularly we all love to do is to doll out those backhanded compliments.
None of them are necessarily the best, but they’re just constant. It’s easier to give backhanded compliments to family members since we all know each other better than anyone else. Continue reading
Do you — or did you ever — have a Best Friend? Do you believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most?
9:00. Time to teach. I checked the clock one last time to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me, sighed, and headed to the pool deck. Everything was unusually warm that day, but that was just overcompensation for the past week. It was so cold, some kids simply gave up and got out just to wrap themselves in their towels. I had no such luxury.
Warm water meant chatty kids. Two four-year-old girls held hands sitting on the deck, waiting to get in. From their constant giggling I could tell they were good friends, probably from school. Now, this can be a good or bad thing. I had a kid once who wouldn’t let go of his friend’s hand, which is never helpful when you’re trying to teach someone how to not drown. Then again, there was also that little girl who helped convince her friend that it was alright; the water wasn’t that bad. I only heard that friend cry for twenty minutes that day. The improvement was tremendous. Continue reading