Meme me!

Due to time constraints, first three in get answered; others at whim.  Due to need for avoidance of stressors, I’m doing the meme at all.  🙂

Ganked from :  Ask me a question from each category. Then post this in your LJ and have people ask you questions.  You may not pose questions without posting the meme…unless your questions are just that damned provoking.

1. Friends
2. Sex
3. Music
4. Vices
5. Love
6. LiveJournal

Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry


Ganked from Lisa Hendrix; this meme struck my fancy.

1. LUST: Besides your current Significant Other who do you lust for or have you lusted for?
2. GLUTTONY: What food brings out your inner glutton?
3. GREED: What are you greedy for?
4. SLOTH: What is your plan for an ideal day of sloth?
5. WRATH: Describe a time that you let out a can of whoop ass on someone.
6. ENVY: Who or what do you envy? Why?
7. PRIDE: Have you ever had to swallow your pride? What are you proud of?

I love sin.  Sin is exciting, it’s flashy, frightening, titillating.  People are at their most inventive around, for, and in response to sin.

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Minute Meme

Gleaned from agent_paris. The rules state:

The rules are, once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog with “6 weird things/habits about yourself”. In the end you need to choose the 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

I am changing the rules. All must be done in less than six minutes, and I will tag no one, but let them tag themselves. As it were.

1. I love to sing “Born To Be Wild” in an Elvis voice while breathing helium.

2. I complained for years that male voluntary-plumage is not as interesting as female voluntary-plumage.

3. I can enter a light trance more-or-less at will.

4. I have a wonderful memory that I, largely, refuse to use, as it is too much trouble. To avoid actually having to remember things, I set myself habits, then just assume that I always follow them; ergo, no lost car keys, I know where to look for socks, I can expect certain things in the cupboards….

5. I once lived with Lord Shiva, the Destroyer.

6. I groom well, eat well, and work out partially because I want to live forever, and largely because I am enormously vain.

There. Done. Now, go tag yourselves and let me get back to work.

Meme of yestermonth

Comment with the words, ‘Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences’ and:

1. I’ll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I’ll tell you what flavor of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream reminds me of you.
3. I’ll name something we should do together.
4. I’ll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you that comes to mind.
6. I’ll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I’ll ask you something far too personal for a public setting.

Since I still need to post two sets of interview questions, I’ll do this for just four people, and Fay is one of them, since she already commented.

The Worms In My Ear

cyranocyrano demands, and I accede.

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions in
your Livejournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to.

1. Slow Like Honey — Fiona Apple
2. Cup Of Coffee — Garbage
3. Winter — Tori Amos
4. As The World Falls Down — David Bowie
5. Romeo & Juliet — Dire Straits
6. Both Hands — Ani DiFranco
7. Gimme What You Got — Keb Mo’

My tags are not binding; they are, like cyranocyrano‘s, merely for curiosity-scratching.

Tag! —aberdeen, ambar, boden11, fayroberts, four_paws, enigma120, & smokeyal8r.

Let’s All Leave!

This (perhaps inadvertent) meme was yoinked from kalischild:

I’m not at work.

I’m in a plush suite overlooking clear-skied forest, scattered crumbs of pastry and an open leather-bound book on the polished-cherry table next to me, sipping coffee so aromatic and smooth that it seems like flavored air.

I’m not at work.

I’m poking my head from my sleeping bag into the sharp morning air high on a mountainside, red hair pooling around the top of the sleeping bag next to mine.

I’m not at work.

I’m jittery with excitement as the four-seater plane circles down to land at a tiny northern airstrip, a double-handful of houses strung, beadlike, along the boardwalk trailing away toward the river.

I’m not at work.

I’m climbing a goat-steep trail in dew-soaked pants, rising above the fog layer to see morning sun shattering off of saw-toothed winterclad peaks.





Where are you?

Wilde Meme

When you see this, you should post an Oscar Wilde quote, if you like.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891

Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891

Well. I see no point in pointing these in my own direction and looking for correspondence. It seems to be self-evident.