88 posts tagged “qotd”
What's the hardest, most embarrassing or most inappropriate question you were asked this holiday season? Who asked it?
Him: "Why were you in therapy?"
Me: "Because I'm fuck nuts."
I found it to be quite hilarious. :) It came from a man (that explains a lot) with whom I have relatively limited association.
Ask a crazy question, get a crazy answer!
If you could enforce one rule of etiquette, what would it be?
Submitted by S@ngarang.Walk on the right hand side of the hallway, stairwell, sidewalk, etc. and DO NOT crowd people! I had a Western Civilization professor who put that on his syllabus every semester and would quite literally collide with violators. I've had people brush shoulders with me in shopping malls when they had a good three feet of space to work with. Being something of an asshole, I'm inclined to blurt, "EXCUSE ME!" in a most dismayed manner.
If you could pick between the superpowers of flight or invisibility, which would you choose?
Submitted by aynge.
Flight, hands down. Although there have been countless moments in my life when I've wished I could simply become invisible to escape embarrassing and awkward situations, overall I think I'd have access to entirely too much information that I really don't need if I had the power to become invisible. Sometimes you just don't want to know.
It's strange, though...I've always had vivid dreams, and when I was younger, I always was able to fly in them. Not Superman-type, arms-stretched-out flying...the action was much more like swimming underwater. I don't recall when exactly I lost the ability to fly in my dreams. Perhaps it's just something that happens with age...the whole motif of being "tied down" by the responsibilities that come with age presents quite a bit of irony with the loss of this ability.
What question do you hate being asked?
It used to be, "When do you plan on having children?" Fortunately, now that I'm no longer married it is rarely asked. But it always made me fervently wish for the power to smite people with thunderbolts from the palms of my hands.
I can't think of one that irks me now. Perhaps that's due to the fact that I no longer answer questions I don't feel obligated to answer.
NUNYA! :)
Which TV chef would you want to have prepare a meal for you?
I used to say that if I ever became ridiculously rich, I would hire Emeril Lagasse to come over one afternoon and hang out in the kitchen, so we could prepare a meal together. I'd make cajun cheese grits (the only recipe I ever successfully accomplished off-the-cuff) and happily take advice, he'd make some sort of fabulous something-or-other involving shrimp and crawfish...everyone would be there, and we'd all eat, drink, and be merry.
However, since becoming addicted to Iron Chef America, I have to say that at present my answer would be Michael Symon. But again, that's entirely contingent upon being able to hang around the kitchen and assist...and have all my friends over. His out-of-control personality combined with my barely-contained-insanity would no doubt ensure that a good time would be had by all.
Besides, anyone who has the brass to put together bacon and chocolate fudge is alright by me.
Would you ever consider having your life taped for a reality show?
I have a friend who inists that she will one day follow me around with a recorder for the sake of having documentation of my random and extremely quirky sense of humor; however, I don't think my life would translate into reality show material. Work, study, write, eat, sleep, hang out with friends on occasion, get plastered once in a blue moon...
Not very interesting if you ask me.
What's your favorite thing about Sunday?
Sunday morning tunes. It's a tradition that I've been a bit lax on of late, but I intend to reinstate it immediately. I fall out of bed whenever I can't stand to be there anymore, get going with my beverage of choice, which may be coffee, hot tea (I have a thing for Earl Grey with cream and honey), or even diet Dr. Pepper, meander about in my jammies, and check my email and various interweb what-have-you while listening to tunes appropriate to a Sunday morning.
These tunes vary quite a bit depending on my mood, but I find that Van Morrison, Neil Young, and Tom Petty are always appropriate for a Sunday morning. Other times I might listen to the Flying Burrito Brothers, Gillian Welch, Peter Rowan, Mary Gauthier, Ray Charles, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Otis Redding...whatever strikes my fancy, really. Generally anything that is laid back, has a groove, and/or is soulful is fair game.
One particular Sunday comes to mind, however, when I was forced to deviate from the regular music routine. I happened to look down the street and there were door-to-door proselytizers heading in the direction of my house. I immediately put in some Black Sabbath and cranked the volume to window-rattling level in an attempt to divert them from my doorstep.
Fortunately, it worked. They bypassed my front door, looking slightly unnerved. I was most pleased.
If you could leave notes for the future, what message would you have left in the past for today?
Submitted by Nameless.
Always double-check who you're sending that text to.
What question do you hate being asked?
When do you plan on having children?
The whole procreation conversation is one I dread with every fiber of my being. Because when you say something like, "I don't plan on having children," often it's a woman you're talking to, and in her infinite wisdom, she proclaims, "Oh...you'll change your mind."
Because, of course, they know what you want out of life far better than you do.
It was certainly worse when I was married. That may be one of the top perks of not being married...it seems like nobody bugs you about reproducing.
In all honesty, I just don't care to discuss the goings-on of my uterus with anyone except my doctor...whether they're current goings-on or potential goings-on.
Furthermore, the people that ask that question seem to be oblivious to the fact that not all women can have children. How do they know that the next person they ask won't be covering up a lot of pain by saying they don't want kids? In my way of thinking, it'd be much easier than having to explain that you can't have kids and having to deal with all the questions and attempts at comfort that are to follow.
I'll never forget my best answer for that question: Tell you what. I'll take it into consideration two weeks after hell freezes over.
Mind you, this wasn't some poor, unsuspecting soul who was just asking for the sake of conversation...it was someone who'd asked me repeatedly and had moved on to badgering me about it. Unfortunately, this didn't put a stop to it.
What's your favorite soundtrack?
Hands down: Easy Rider. I've got it on vinyl.
I also enjoyed:
