I was tagged with this (by Donna), and enjoyed it so much, I may do another.
Anyway:
Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. You can’t use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It’s a lot harder than you think! Repost as “My life according to (band name).”
Are you a male or female?
Girl Describe yourself:
I Me Mine How do you feel:
I Feel Fine Describe where you currently live:
Within You Without You If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Across the Universe Your favorite form of transportation:
Drive My Car Your best friend is:
The Inner Light What’s the weather like:
Here Comes the Sun Favorite time of day:
Good Night If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
In My Life What is life to you:
The Long and Winding Road Your favorite color is:
Baby’s in Black Your fear:
I’m a Loser Your relationship:
Real Love What is the best advice you have to give:
Think for Yourself Thought for the Day:
Tomorrow Never Knows How I would like to die:
Golden Slumbers My soul’s present condition:
Here, There, and Everywhere My motto:
Let It Be
Well, our four little mice have settled in happily and have formed a nice little mouse family. Pansy, who bit Andrew on the thumb the first night we had her, has successfully been tamed and has made friends with Andrew. She’s still a bit on the jumpy side, and prefers me to anyone else, but she’ll let me hold her and she’s got a special way she likes to sit in my hand, a position I refer to as “This is How a Mouse Sits”.
All of the mice enjoy being petted and/or scratched, though they have different preferences. One likes to be scratched gently just below the ears and will collapse into your hand with a look of mousie bliss on her little face. Another enjoys a scratch, but prefers to stretch out on my palm and have a full-body stroke. Recently, one mouse (Lily) has started to do the “head nudge” thing if I’m holding her and I stop petting her head. You know how a cat will nudge your hand to say, “Well, don’t stop, I liked it!”
That’s what this mouse does.
I got my first mouse when I was ten years old, and have had them off and on since then, in between other small animal pets like hamsters (which you can’t have in Australia, sadly) and rats. My last mouse (prior to the group we have now) died in 1994. That was Spot the Wonder Mouse, who I think I’ve mentioned.
The thing is, I’d forgotten just how much I enjoy the company of mice. They’re really quite wonderful little creatures. So playful and curious and so damned cute!
I was really looking toward getting a couple of rats, but rats are so much bigger than mice and they really need a much larger cage, whereas we live in a small house without a lot of spare room. The initial cost outlay is quite a bit higher for rats, too, generally speaking. I will say I still quite like rats, and they stink less than mice, and I intend to have some again, but for now, the mice live in a very nice little cage with all the comforts mice could want, on a space on top of the desk next to mine (technically, it’s the kids’ computer desk, but we haven’t got their computer set up), and it’s quite a nice arrangement.
Well, other than the desk being frequently covered with bits of wood shavings and other things the mice throw out of their cage. I’m going to have to start keeping the dustbuster (okay, it’s not actually a dustbuster by brand, it’s just a handheld vacuum cleaner) in my office…
Okay, when I first started watching this I was kind of… uh… horrified, maybe. It was kind of weirdly embarrassing, in a way that’s hard to describe. But I kept watching… and the more I watched, the more I thought, well, yeah, okay… eventually, the absolute joyfulness of the spectacle really got to me, in the best possible way.
Congrats, mate. You’re are probably British.
(If not, definitely Australian. Or Kiwi. Or Canadian.)
You enjoy most aspects of mainstream British culture, without being stereotypical about it.
You also have a typical British temperament. You wouldn’t dream of being impolite.
♥ 21 July 2009 , Tags : anecdote, links , Comments Off
So, it’s the fortieth anniversary of the moon landing. I watched it, all those years ago. Yes, I was five, but I still do actually remember it. It was in black and white, it was grainy, the sound was patchy, and I was completely and absolutely unimpressed.
Why? Well, I’d been watching Star Trek for years at that point, for pity’s sake. They were in colour! They beamed places! They had phasers and went to exciting alien planets where Kirk fell in love with some alien babe (possibly in a tinfoil bikini) or wrestled with some alien monster or had to construct a gun with raw materials that were lying around or who knows what other thing. And they had Spock, pointy ears and all. Uhura with her go-go boots and miniskirts, doors that whooshed open without anyone having to open them, it was all cool.
And then the actual moon walk and it was all grainy and black and white and no go-go boots or pointy ears in sight… pfft. I was one unimpressed five-year-old.
Now that I’m an adult, and having seen The Dish, I’m much more impressed, but I still love Spock more than Neil Armstrong (or Buzz Aldrin, for that matter). Although, if Neil had worn a miniskirt and go-go boots… Hmmmmm…..
Not so long ago, I wrote about Journey’s “Separate Ways” being the perfect 80s video. You might want to go read that now if you didn’t. It’s kinda funny. Don’t worry, I’ll wait. *waits*
Okay, now that you read that, please enjoy this literal interpretationvideo of Journey’s “Separate Ways”. I certainly did!
♥ 15 July 2009 , Tags : dream, life , Comments Off
A few nights ago, I dreamed that I lost my wallet, and after looking for it a while, I determined that I couldn’t find it, and decided I’d have to just wait at home and hope some honest person would find it and return it. At the time I had the dream, I thought it was just symbolic, with the wallet a symbol of “personal identity” (the loss of which is actually sought in many spiritual traditions, including contemplative and mystical Christianity).
However, today the dream actually came true. To make a long story short, I drove away from my house with my wallet and phone sitting on the roof of the car (having been very distracted on account of having locked myself out of the house and needing to retrieve my emergency key, ugh). I discovered this when I got to my initial destination (I went to McDonald’s to get a coffee), when I couldn’t find my wallet. The phone, I found, had fallen off the roof and was sitting on the rear bonnet (truck hood). Happily, the phone is perfectly fine (I’ve got a very good leather case for it, and it’s also got a clear plastic case on the actual phone).
I drove back and forth over the route a couple of times looking for the wallet, which is bright red and big enough to spot easily, but I couldn’t find it. Fortunately, I had put a card in the wallet that had emergency contact information, and Andrew’s name and mobile phone number were on it, and someone found my wallet (it must have been very shortly after I lost it!). The lady who found it was very sympathetic, having had her purse stolen at some point in the past, and she said that while she had an appointment, she’d be happy to swing by the house on her way back and deliver the wallet to me.
I am deeply grateful, to say the least. I’m also a little surprised at the accuracy of the dream. I’ve been having precognitive dreams since I hit puberty, but I don’t have them all that often any more, and they’re not usually this crystal clear. And yes, I know, some people may dismiss it as some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy (well, I did do the incredibly dumb thing of driving off with my wallet on the roof, thus losing it!), but, well, whatever. Feel free to believe anything you wish (honestly, it’s no skin off my nose either way). Personally, I don’t analyse or try to explain these things any more. I just accept it, file it away in my “Interesting Things That Have Happened” memory bank, and let it be whatever it is.
Frankly, I’m just happy to have my phone and my wallet intact, and I’m very grateful to the kind lady who found the wallet. A blessing on you and yours, my dear woman. Amen.
♥ 15 July 2009 , Tags : scam, spam, stupid , Comments Off
I’m going to let this phishing email speak for itself, but I am going to caution people: Don’t be fooled by the cleverness! It’s not REALLY from Spamcop! Why, I was almost taken in and almost sent my username and password to some random email address in Mexico, thinking that it was Spamcop, with whom I’ve had a paid account for nearly ten years now. Yes, I nearly fell for this, because it’s just so subtle and so damned believable, so just be careful, okay? Okay. Whew.
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We are sorry for the inconveniences this might have cost you. Failure to do this, we are sorry to let you know that your account will be deleted immediately to prevent it from arming our subscriber unit.
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