21 posts tagged “qotd”
What was your major or field of study in college? Did you wind up working in that field or using that degree? If not, what field have you wound up in?
Submitted by sneuf.
I studied Cultural Anthropology at the University of Chicago (aka nerd central, aka where hell freezes over). I actually originally wanted to study Egyptology, but after one class on Tomb Structure, and after seeing the language requirements, I couldn't hack it. I slid into Anthro through the back door, for lack of any other classes that my credits could apply.
I thought that I could also double major with Archaeology, and even went on a dig in Vigsø, Denmark, looking for Bronze Age settlements. I loved being out on the field - I was AWESOME at it, and even helped find a cache of amber buried in the firepit of a bronze age home - but I hated, hated, hated the paperwork. So no archaeology for me.
Guess what I'm doing now, though. That's right, I'm working as a webmaster at a gov't agency. OH MAN, that's what four years of education got me.
(At least Mom has a fly diploma to hang in the home office. I mean, they get to keep my diploma and show off what $150K can buy a person. Fuck, I'm still paying off loans and I graduated nearly a decade ago.)
Have you figured out what your (or your kids') Halloween costume will be this year? What's it going to be?
Hellz yes - I've decided that I'm going as Shaun, from Shaun of the Dead. Yeah, I know. It's probably not gonna work out so well seeing as I'm 1) Female 2) Filipina 3) Short 4) Not a redhead 5) kind of a fat arse. DAMMIT!
My nephew will be:
And my niece will be:
Their costumes are mostly done. Me? Uh...I uh, I have the red tie? I'm working on the cricket bat right now.
If money were no object, which five luxury items would you rush right out and buy?
Submitted by lorilyn.
Pffft, that's easy.
- Large, pristine, olympic sized pool
- 4 gorgeous, ab-tastic poolboys.
DUH!
If you put together a time capsule today, what would you put in it?
Submitted by Lilia.
Myself, on ice. And, hundreds of years from now when a utopian society finds me, I'll bring a little 21st century chaos into the world.
What's your favorite blend or brand of coffee or tea?
I only drink coffee that is picked by beautiful vestal virgins on a remote mountain under a blue moon. Afterwhich, it is roasted upon golden pans heated by precious woods from an unspoiled forest. It is then ground by men and women whose coffee-grinding family can be traced back thousands of years. Then it is packaged in a beautiful container studded with gems. It is then brewed by my butler using only the purest water, and served to me in a platinum cup.
That, or some Folgers. They all taste the same.
In which fictional world/universe/land/city would you most like to live?
Submitted by glenn is the new chuck.
New York, as portrayed in Sex and the City. Only in a mythical, fictional New York can a columnist with a tiny salary afford:
- an awesomely large apartment with walk in closet,
- Prada. Lots and Lots of Prada,
- a roomful of Manolos and Choos and god knows what-else,
- drinks at every swanky club/bar/restaurant where drinks go for $20 a pop.
What's your favorite heartbreak song?
Submitted by esta86.
I've never had my heart broken - dented, bruised, banged around a bit - but not broken.
But if I HAD, I would listen to Amiel's Lovesong for a pick-me-up. There's nothing like thinly veiled, utterly scathing contempt with a peppy guitar accompaniment.
What's the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?
Submitted by Megan.
That would have to be bat. That was back when I was in the Philippines, about 9 or 10 years old. It just so happened that one afternoon, my uncles were clearing out the eaves of our house since bats had been nesting in there. Those suckers had HUGE wingspans, and were completely scary looking. Another uncle would shoot them down with a BB gun; he brought down maybe 12? 15?
So they skinned and butchered the bats, and cooked it as bat adobo to eat as pulutan - finger foods and yummy things to eat while drinking massive amounts of beer. I, of course, got to taste the bat adobo. As far as I can remember, it didn't taste very odd; I just remember having a tough time eating it as it didn't have a whole lot of flesh.
But I ain't got nothin' on Steve. Please check out "Steve, Don't Eat It!" Who doesn't want to hear about his adventures with Potted Meat, Pickled Pork Rinds, Beggin(strips) Lettuce and Tomato sandwhiches, Breast milk, Natto, Cuitlachoce and SILKWORM PUPAE! Mnnn, I'm getting hungry even as I type this.
If you are going to dress up for Halloween, what will you be? Why?
Submitted by Auweea.
I'm going as the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Bow to my Noodly Deliciousness! I'm taking my niece and nephew - who will be dressed as pirates, how appropriate - trick or treating. I shall be passing out flyers on the joys of FSMism, aka Pastafarianism. It'll be great! I'll get my ass lynched - my parents live in a predominantly white, and very religious, neighborhood.
P.S. Due to numerous requests (ok, just one, from Mo), I shall post photos. And, I'll ask my niece and nephew to take pics of me running away from the lynching mob.
P.P.S. I forgot, Kevin totally asked for one too. My bad, Kevin, you slanderer.
How did you meet your best friend(s)?
My most bestest friend tells the story better. Here's my poor attempt at telling it.
We didn't actually meet until sophomore year in (catholic) high school. Yes, we had priests and nuns teaching, and yes, we wore the little skirts and jackets and knee socks etc. Though no one ACTUALLY wore knee socks. It was all about scrunching those suckers down around our ankles and mid-calf. We even had different uniforms for spring/summer, fall/winter. Yes, we looked very cute. At every opportunity, we rolled up the waist band of our kilts to raise the hem more than the proscribed 1 inch max above the knee.
Mine was 1.5 inches from the knee. Yes, I was a REBEL.
Anyway. I didn't know Michelle - we were hanging out with different groups of people. In sophomore year, we happened to have the same Algebra class taught by a jerk of a teacher. He decided that instead of trying to be buddy-buddy with his students, he was going to exert some teacherly strictness. At that moment, I happened to have just turned around to pass some extra paper to a friend, and was ragging on him for being such a moocher. Mr. Algebra Teacher decided to make an example of me.
Algebra Teacher: Lorelei, you're disrupting the class. MOVE TO THE BACK OF THE ROOM!
Me: *looking at him* Whatever. I'm staying right here. I was just passing some extra loose-leaf paper to Ramon over there.
AT: *swelling with righteous indignation* Hellz no. Git your ass to the back of the room, pronto.
Me: *secure in my knowledge that I was correct and he was being an ass* Nope. Make me.
A staring contest ensued.
I stayed in my seat in the front of the room for the rest of that year.
I never did get a better grade than a B in that class.
Michelle thought I was such a badass and decided she wanted to be friends with me. She's still my most bestest friend ever.
THE END.
