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I’m about to take off to go up north for the weekend with my cheesebur-, I mean, my wife for a golfing getaway and to “veg out.” No writing today, but here’s one of those fun little quizzes. Actually, I don’t think veggies can be bloggers; no bellybuttons to gaze into, you know.


What Veggie Tales character are you?


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Hey, what’s a Sitcom?

Hello, Tiger Lilly here. Most unfortunately, I have been tagged by the evil Kevin for the “What Sitcom Character Are You?” thingamajig. Since I’m not allowed to watch sitcoms (I know, I lead a very sheltered life – the only one I’ve ever seen a little part of was Everybody Loves Raymond), I have decided to use someone from the awful, disgustingly-so-ugly-it’s-nastily-cute show, Spongebob Squarepants.

GAAH! I hate Spongebob, but it’s the only thing I can think of right now. Anyway, my Spongebob character would be Sandy Cheeks. Why? Because…well, see…it really…o.k, you’re just going to have to take my word for it. We do, unfortunately, have a couple things in common:

1. We both know some form of Karate.
2. We both can’t breath underwater.

Don’t ask for anymore. Spongebob is too stupid to even think about right now. It’s like The Three Stooges. When I first saw that, I had to go upstairs crying because it was soooooo stupid, I couldn’t even understand what was going on in their stupidity. I don’t even remember what episode it was, because I have wiped it from my memory to make room for more sensible things. Grr….

Ciao for now!

What is This?

Thanks for the meme, Kevin. Don’t you have anyone better to tag?

Sitcoms? I don’t watch TV. No, not because my dad hogs it, I just fell out of the habit when I was in Beauty School. I didn’t have time, and when I did, there were better things to do than flip through 1000 channels and say “there’s nothing on!”

My life is sooooo much cooler than any sitcom character’s, anyway. I can’t think of any that I would want to be, so I’ll let the people who still check out blogs (even though its Summer) pick some out for me.

I reject your meme, and substitute my own!

So you want to be a sitcom star

“Hey, Da-ad, you got tagged!” quoth the Mall Diva last night from her perch in front of the computer.

I didn’t remember being hit with a tranquilizer dart, and I wasn’t wearing a radio collar, so I deduced she meant I’d been memed. “Who got me?” I asked, as my mind pondered the list of usual suspects (was it Keyser Soze?) and what revealing information I’d have to cough up.

“Yucky Salad with Bones.”

Oh! One of our faves. “Katie? Katie even knows I exist?”

“Apparently. What sitcom character do you wish you were?”

What in the name of Charles-Burrows-Charles? With the Mall Diva around, my life is more like a reality show. Hmmm, this was going to call for a trip in the Way-Back Machine, since I don’t know any of the current batch of sitcoms, and “recent” to me means Friends, which I never saw an entire episode of from start to finish, and Seinfeld which I only saw a handful of shows. Not much to go on there, so go back to the Golden Age of pre-cable television; back to Barney Miller, Cheers, Wings, M*A*S*H, Taxi and All in the Family.

Cliff or Normie? No, too close to real life.

Mork? Nanu, nanu, but no. With the red suit someone might think I was an out-of-season St. Paul Vulcan and arrest me. Also, way too much energy expenditure.

Basil Fawlty? Ah, good one — but nothing ever turned out well for him.

How about Rob Petrie: he’s a writer and has a really hot wife. Nah, that’s too close to real life as well. Same for Cliff Huxtable, and I’ve got that wise dad thing all covered, too.

Oh, I know: Thomas Magnum! He got to drive a Ferrari that someone else paid the insurance on, lived in Hawaii and had buns of steel (as opposed to my buns of double-ought lead buckshot) and was the only person in the world who didn’t look ridiculous in a Hawaiian shirt. Wait; not a sitcom.

I’ve got it! I want to be Bob Newhart!

It doesn’t matter which of his shows, since he was always Bob Newhart. I just love that guy’s sense of humor and deadpan, it’s-what-is-not-said-that’s-so-funny delivery. He was also always kind of like a cork that stayed on top of the waves no matter what, and he was at the center of my all-time, laugh-until-you-cry-and-fall-off-the-couch-out-of-breath funniest scene that I ever saw on television. That came at the end of the last episode of Newhart (the series where Bob owned a New England inn) where Bob goes to bed with his “wife” Mary Frann and wakes up in bed on the set of the old Bob Newhart Show with Suzanne Pleshette: the whole Newhart series was just a dream! Absolutely inspired!

Plus, Bob was always just an average-looking guy with a hot wife. I’m not giving that up!

The rules of the meme are that I get to tag three others, so I tag Surly Dave (and Iron Chef is not a sitcom), Cathy in the Wright, and Jeff at Peace Like a River (and no, you can’t be Jack Bauer because that show isn’t a sitcom, it’s science fiction).

Update:

Jeff offers his answer in the comments below.

Surly Dave wishes he were an illegal alien here.

Update:

Cathy in the Wright has completed her assignment. I almost said finally completed her assignment, but then her nose started to twitch so I backed off.

12 Thingama-whatevers Meme

Kevin the meanie tagged me with a meme.

1: Black and White or Color; how do you prefer your movies?
Colorful.

2: What is the one single subject that bores you to near-death?
Listening to discussions about wars in other countries.

3: MP3s, CDs, Tapes or Records: what is your favorite medium for prerecorded music?
CDs. And vinyls so I can kick it old-school.

4: You are handed one first class trip plane ticket to anywhere in the world and ten million dollars cash. All of this is yours provided that you leave and not tell anyone where you are going … Ever. This includes family, friends, everyone. Would you take the money and ticket and run?
Heck yeah, I’d take it. I won’t tell them where I’m going, but once I get there, I’ll tell them where I am.
I’m so clever, I can’t even believe it! heeheehee!

5: Seriously, what do you consider the world’s most pressing issue now?

Well, since there are so many, I’ll pick one that doesn’t depress me too much:

So many people don’t know how to dress themselves.
…okay *sniff*, I promised myself I wouldn’t cry…

6: How would you rectify the world’s most pressing issue?

I’d give those people my personal shopper business card.

7: You are given the chance to go back and change one thing in your life; what would that be?
Can I bank this one for later when I’m older?

8: You are given the chance to go back and change one event in world history, what would that be?
Adam screwing it all up for the rest of us.

9: A night at the opera, or a night at the Grand Ole’ Opry –Which do you choose?
I don’t know. Both would be good places to see and be seen! (I am the Diva, after all.)

10: What is the one great unsolved crime of all time you’d like to solve?
The question to the answer of life, the universe, and everything, i.e. 42. Even though that’s not a crime. Oh, well.

11: One famous author can come to dinner with you. Who would that be, and what would you serve for the meal?
Lileks!

I’d serve lunchables and Hi-C.

12: You discover that John Lennon was right, that there is no hell below us, and above us there is only sky — what’s the first immoral thing you might do to celebrate this fact?
I’d move out of my parents’ house, smoke a pack of cigarettes, get a tattoo and have my belly-button pierced aaand….

I’d make Kevin buy me two beers.

Bonus! Random act of the week: I counted all of my shoes and the census came in … 33 pairs! (Can you guess who my role model is?)

If I Ain’t Hip, Ain’t Nobody Hip

I know everyone’s been wondering if they are as hip as I am; well now you can find out! Here’s the Strib “hip” meme, by way of Margaret.

Where do you live?
The hippest burg in the Twin Cities: South St. Paul! The long-time (and I mean long time) residents of our neighborhood know our house as the “dreamhouse”, because it was built to promote a movie starring Cary Grant and Myrna Loy called “Mr. Blandings Builds His Dreamhouse”.

With whom?
The Reverend Mother, my daddy, the small red one, Felix, Piggy-wiggy and Birdy-wirdy.

What’s your coffeehouse/coffeeshop?
Any uber-funky establishment in the St. Paul/Minneapolis area.

What’s your Sunday breakfast spot?
On the “big, comfy chair” in my parents’ room.

What sites do you surf for news?
…”I get the news I need on the weather report”…

Actually, usually from these blogs, which may give you a clue as to how warped I might be.

What’s the first thing you read in the Strib?
The comics.

What’s on your morning drive dial?
Drive105, the Cities, or K102. Yes! I do listen to country, okay!

When not in town, where are you?
Far, far away.

Who’s your local band/musician?
Me!

Where do you have season tickets?
Oh, I don’t have any, I just mooch off get invited along by people who do.

What’s your apparel store(s)?
Forever 21, American Eagle, pretty much the whole mall.

Where’s your favorite “go to” place that always seems to have just the right thing?
That would be Forever 21.

Where do you get take-out?
Peking Cafe.

What’s your bakery?
My kitchen.

Where do you mall?
America’s mall.

What do you drive?
If this doesn’t make me hip, I don’t know what does:

I drive a 93 Mercury Grand Marquis, also known as my:
old-folks car,
boat,
land-yacht,
tank.

Where are you on a Friday night?
That depends…

Where’s your gallery(s)?
My room.

Who cuts your hair? Where?
A friend I went to school with, at EQ Life.

What are you really uptight about?
Me? Uptight? Never.

What’s your substance of choice?
Chocolate.

What subjects are you a total geek over?
Who are you calling a geek?

Where do you refuel? (recharge? feed your soul?)
While playing my piano.

What’s your date night?
What date night?

What’s the most you’ve paid for a concert ticket?
Me, pay? What is this “pay” you speak of?

When you’re at your naughtiest, you…
Uhhh… I don’t know, ask my mom (and don’t tell my dad).

What’s your beauty/grooming thing?
Everything!

What’s your workout? Where?
Dance-Dance Revolution, in my basement.

Who (or what’s) the service provider you can’t live without?
Hmmm…I guess right now that would be Virgin Mobile.

What’s your favorite night?
Thursday or Friday night.

What’s the next performance you’ll attend?
I’m thinkin’ it’s going to be a dance by Uncle Ben.
The Half-time show won’t even come close to that.

What’s an arts organization you support?
My own art, I don’t have an organization yet.

What’s your nightcap?
Anything I can get my hands on.

Where’s the afterparty?
In my mind.

What’s your favorite restaurant for:
• food?
How can…

• quality?
…I pick?

• late night?
Taco Bell.

• scene?
Cafe Latte.

• impress your date?
My mom says, White Castle.

• impress your client?
I don’t know, I’ll have to ask her.

Who’s your favorite Twin Citian?
Nick Coleman, because he brings so much joy (and material) to the rest of the MOB.

Hear me now – X will be Y in 6 months. . .
Boho will be ‘so last season’ in 6 months, thank God!

States of Mine

I’ve seen this meme in a few places the last couple of weeks and it piqued my curiousity about how many states I’ve visited. I don’t think my personal total is of much interest to readers of his blog, but you might want to try the link and create your own states visited map — you might be surprised when you see the graphic representation.

I don’t think of myself as having traveled a lot, but it turns out I’ve been in 32 of the 50 states. Some of the travels were due merely to life its ownself; born in Texas with a father in the Air Force, I lived in Puerto Rico (not included in the map), Arkansas and Missouri before he left the service. After that we lived in Indiana for a time before moving back to Missouri. After college, my career took me to Arizona and then Minnesota were I’ve lived for longer than any other stop along the way (nearly 26 years). That accounts for six states; the other 26 came about through tourism and business travel. (Some of these places are described on the right hand side of this page under the heading Nights on the Road.)

Otherwise, don’t ask me for a lot of information on things to see or places to stay. I saw many states from a pallet in the folded down back section of a Plymouth station wagon when I was a kid and my parents would set out in a different direction every summer for our annual vacation. I know we visited some amazing places, but the main interest for my siblings and I then was whether or not our hotel that night would have a swimming pool. I’ve only attempted one similar multi-state excursion since I’ve been married, and I’ve done it with two pretty well-behaved daughters and a car with cruise-control and air-conditioning. It’s hard to ken the depths of wanderlust and/or masochism that prompted my parents to try this annually with our bunch of yahoos. Thanks, Mom and Dad!

The map also highlights for me one of the travel desires I have yet to fulfill. I would love to take a month some autumn to travel through New England, driving up the Hudson River Valley and traipsing through Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine and on into Massachusetts, finishing up in Boston. Some day, some day …

For now, however, travel thoughts are coalescing around Europe and the idea of The Big Family Trip The Kids Will Always Remember in what may conceivably be one of our last summers where we’re all together.

visited 32 states (62%)

I am not a heretic

“I welcome this kind of examination because people have got to know whether or not their blogger’s a heretic. Well, I am not a heretic.”

Whew! Given the usual format for these QuizFarm exercises, I would have expected the quiz to be entitled “What kind of heretic are you?”

HT: Robbo at The Llama Butchers.

Are you a heretic?
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You scored as Chalcedon compliant. You are Chalcedon compliant. Congratulations, you’re not a heretic. You believe that Jesus is truly God and truly man and like us in every respect, apart from sin. Officially approved in 451.

Chalcedon compliant

100%

Apollanarian

67%

Monophysitism

58%

Nestorianism

50%

Arianism

42%

Modalism

33%

Pelagianism

33%

Socinianism

25%

Adoptionist

25%

Gnosticism

17%

Albigensianism

8%

Monarchianism

8%

Donatism

8%

Docetism

8%

Are you a heretic?
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My first Meme ever!

I saw this on the EckerNet (who got it from Kathy the Cake Eater) and couldn’t resist.

The Average American?
The Average American meets a number of criteria. Let’s see how I measure up.

Eats peanut butter at least once a week.
Heck no! Peanut butter is nasty!

Prefers smooth peanut butter over chunky.
Ok, if I have to eat peanut butter, it has to be chunky. I’m serious.

Can name all Three Stooges
Moe, Curly, and … that other one.

Lives within a 20-minute drive of a Wal-Mart.
Question: Does anyone not live within twenty minutes of a Walmart?

Eats at McDonald’s at least once a year.
Only if the alternative is starvation. Have you seen “Supersize Me”?

Takes a shower for approximately 10.4 minutes a day.
No comment.

Never sings in the shower.
I think that this question is wrong. It should be:
Never admits to singing in the shower.

Lives in a house, not an apartment or condominium. Has a home valued between $100,000 and $300,000
Yes, and no, respectively.

Has fired a gun.
Ooooohh, yeah.

Is between 5 feet and 6 feet tall.
Duh

Weighs 135 to 205.
Not even soaking wet, with my gun, in my boot.

Is between the ages of 18 and 53.
Haha!! Just shy.

Believes gambling is an acceptable entertainment option.
Actually, I think it’s really lame, though I do play poker with Starburst wrappers.

Grew up within 50 miles of current home.
Not grown up yet, but more mature than many!

So, I guess I am the very un-average American.
That’s fine with me. I’ve always known I was different.

Threesies meme

Here’s the “Threesies” meme I’ve seen at a few places lately, most recently at Mitch’s place.

Three Things I Do Not Understand:

  1. Women’s shoes
  2. The appeal of cats
  3. Putting politics ahead of principle

Three Things On My Desk (Work edition):

  1. Several piles of paper
  2. Several piles of magazines
  3. A notice from the Fire Marshall

Three Things I’m Doing Right Now:

  1. Uh…writing
  2. Thinking about what I’ll write about tomorrow
  3. Laundry

Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die:

  1. Win my fantasy football league
  2. Meet Mark Kennedy (see here)
  3. Make amends to somebody I once hurt badly

Three Things I Can Do:

  1. Write faster than anyone who can write better
  2. Write better than anyone who can write faster
  3. Rip-0ff A.J. Liebling

Three Ways To Describe My Personality:

  1. Droll
  2. Mellowing
  3. An acquired taste

Three Things I Can’t Do:

  1. Algebra
  2. Sing
  3. Ignore memes

Three Things I Don’t Think You Should Listen To, Ever:

  1. A once in a lifetime opportunity
  2. Me, when I’m not fully awake
  3. Any stories people from my college days want to tell about me

Three Things I Say:

  1. What?
  2. Rat farts
  3. Neee!

Three Things I’d Like To Learn:

  1. Woodworking
  2. To play guitar
  3. A second language

Three Beverages I Drink Regularly:

  1. Coffee
  2. RC cola
  3. Aquafina (and absolutely no Dasani – it tastes to me as if it has been collected from an oily puddle on an asphalt driveway)

Three Shows I Watched As A Kid:

  1. Batman
  2. The Green Hornet
  3. Laugh-In

Three Things I Wish People Would Learn To Do:

  1. Drive at normal speed in a light rain
  2. Dress appropriately for the occasion
  3. Realize that it’s not all about them