Friday, Jan. 26, 2007

Friday's Feast #128


So. Yeah. It's been one of THOSE weeks. Where all the planets align, and all the gods convene, and all of the elements pair off evenly, and the world just does not work right. Seriously. One might be tempted to think that this is a sign of UNalignment, but I live to tell you, with all the crap that happened this week, there had to have been some kind of ritualistic, antientropic event, where chaos was reversed momentarily and the Universe chose to resurrect its balance and undo the order right in the middle of my life.

I attract stuff like this. Aren't I lucky?

Anyhow, for those of you who are getting tired of seeing my irritatingly clever football letters entry, here's something to hold you over until I can do something else a little more substantial, maybe in a day or two.

Friday's Feast


Appetizer
If you could take lessons to learn any musical instrument, which would you want to learn?

Ooh, this is always a hard question for me to answer because if I had the time, I'd want to learn them all. I have voice, violin and piano/keyboard already, so if I had to pick just one to learn next, I'd probably say guitar. I always thought there was something cool about female guitarists, maybe because many people consider the guitar to be a guy's instrument.


Soup
Have you ever mistaken a person for someone else?

Sure. There's one incident in particular that I remember, even though I was probably just a toddler at the time. I can't recall every last detail, mostly because it's been a very, very long time since those days, but I was at a bowling alley with my folks and they belonged to a league. I think we were actually there to watch Grandma bowl. Anyhow, my folks knew most of the people bowling, so they were sitting and talking, with me wandering but never straying too far. I got distracted as a 3 or 4 year old often will, and when I went back to where my folks had been sitting, I tried to climb up in the lap of the guy I thought was my dad. Well, it wasn't Dad, but one of the guys he knew there - somewhere along the line, they had all shifted over a chair, and I was just looking at the pattern of the pants. It was the 70s, and everyone had patterned pants. It just so happened that this other guy had on a similar pattern to my dad's pants. I don't remember exactly how I reacted, but I remember people laughing, and I remember not being happy about it, so I can venture a guess and say I probably flipped out and only calmed down when one of my parents stepped in.

Remember that, kids -- you can't judge a man by his pants.

That's some profound advice, right there.


Salad
On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how well do you keep secrets?

Probably around a 9. I'm not perfect, of course, and I'm sure there were times I slipped and told something I wasn't supposed to, either accidentally or purposefully. However, I get a lot of people telling me things, some of them personal, and much of the time, phrases like, "You didn't hear this, but..." or "Please don't tell so-and-so, but I've got to tell you..." come up. From someone who has confided secrets in others, I know how great it can be to have someone in your life who can really keep a secret. I try to be that person for others.


Main Course
What's the closest you've ever been to a dangerous animal?

Now, see that depends on what you consider a dangerous animal. I've had a boa constrictor draped around my neck, but she was our class's pet snake and I never really considered her dangerous even though she could choke me in minutes. I've stepped on black widows. I petted an ocelot at Marine World, way back when. I'll leave it up to you guys to decide which one of those is the best answer.

Dessert
When was the last time you lost your patience?

Probably the last time I tried to untangle a knot in one of my necklace chains. It's so... weird, I guess, that I have a great deal of patience for most things. I have infinite patience for my kid, and even for coworkers and things like traffic jams. But when I have to try and get a teeny tiny knot out of a chain the thickness of a hair? I see red and just lose my mind. So, in an attempt not to destroy all my jewelry, I usually hand off the job to someone else.

saturncat at 9:56 p.m.

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