A cool little meme seen on Redzilla and Val's blogs. Mind if I play along?
1. What is a physical feature you admire in both men and women, that you find yourself noticing or comparing when out and about?
I love a nose with character and charm, on both men and women. I love graceful arms and hands. A man with shirt sleeves rolled up to just below the elbow, exposing toned forearms with small wrists, fine-boned, expressive, thin-skinned hands and just the right amount of arm air (not a gorilla, but not a waxed freak), is a total turnon. I prefer pianist's hands to string-players' hands. I've dated professional violists and violinists; their left-hand fingertips get all flattened and calloused.On women, I really dislike the ultra-chiselled, stringy, overly muscular arms that seem to be the rage in Hollywood (e.g. Madonna and Jennifer Aniston). I like slender, feminine arms. I think Kzinti answered this question with "good posture", which I also find extremely attractive. Perhaps because I'm brown, I'm also fascinated with pale, creamy skin. I love those British and Dutch men with the rose-and-white complexions, and pink knuckles.
2. Who is someone we've heard of who possesses this admirable feature?
Mr. BrownA has a great nose, lovely hands and a beautiful fair complexion. My concert pianist ex had marvellous hands, of course. All the dancers I know have amazing posture.
3. If you could "safely" explore an addictive or otherwise unhealthful or unsafe vice, which one would you choose and why?
I have a profound aversion to excess of any kind. I admire discipline, and indulging in too much of anything--booze, drugs, food, sex, gambling-- is anathema. That being said, when I was on percocet for my horse-fall injuries back in November, the effect was interesting. It isn't so much that the pain completely disappears-- you just don't give a shit. Plus I slept like a baby. So I would have to say painkillers.
4. In which TV show currently airing would you like to be a regular character? Describe the character a bit.
I'd like to be on Rome. I think I'd be an exotic, wealthy young widow from "the east", educated and well-travelled. Part of Roman society but, as a foreigner, exempt from its restrictions. I'd be a patroness of the arts--but I'd be secretly spying for Rome's enemies. Perhaps a romantic entanglement with Vorenus would be in the cards.
5. If you could be a member of the opposite sex for a day, what you would try out?
I'd love to know what it's like to be really strong--guy strong. Like, to have enough upper body strength to do stunts like chin-ups and one-armed push ups, and lift heavy shit.
But for the rest of you sulphurous bastards, there's this.
Really, Voiceover Guy? Nothing worse than, dog forbid, people smelling traces of the breakfast burrito you ate earlier? Cyclones and earthquakes kill tens of thousands, girls get locked away in basement caves for 20 years and are forced to bear their rapist father's incestuous spawn, dirty old perverts get to amass a collection of obedient, underage brides in the name of religious freedom, children die of easily preventable diseases every minute. But no, there is NOTHING WORSE than the smell of other people's poop.
Saw this store in a Montreal mall on Saturday...I just had to snap a pic. O RLY?
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"You are just a little bit of a show off and like to prove just what you can do. Every time someone double-dog-dared you, you proved that not only could you do it, but you could do it with style."
So, today was the annual Employee Recognition Awards. My entire program team (18 people) collectively received the "highly coveted" award for extraordinary acheivement. We've been dealing with launching three huge, ultra high profile new government initiatiatives under crazy deadlines while shortstaffed/training new hires (like me). I'm still fresh here, but I'm amazed some of my colleagues haven't collapsed.
Anyway, each team member got a very nice framed certificate with our individual name, and a beautiful framed print by a Native artist--all different. Mine is by a famous Ojibway artist named Benjamin Chee Chee, who committed suicide just as he was starting to gain renown:
I don't know who chose this for me, but I love swallows so it's perfect.
Oh, we also each got a packet of notecards, also with Aboriginal art, and a cool soft briefcase thingy with like a built-in digital calculator... and graph paper, lol! I obviously work with way too many engineering types!
I'ma have to kick some tone-deaf teenybopper ass.
That is all.
Funny, these didn't seem that trippy back in the 70s...
I like to go on the local animal shelter websites and look at the pictures of animals up for adoption. I never fail to find some amusement in the more unusual cat names (for some reason, the dogs always have boring predictable names like Skipper or Brandy). To wit, today at the Ottawa Humane Society, there are a Giuseppe, a Moose, a Mac Attack and a Slim Charles looking for new homes. All of a sudden, I find myself thinking Giuseppe is the best cat name ever...
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Valerae said:
[this is good]Good answers! I've always wondered what it would be like to do a chin up. :-) read more
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Redzilla said:
Yes, being a big man would be fun. And I agree about the stringy, muscular arms on women. Of course,... read more
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I think I just got them waxed that day. They don't usually look so tidy! I'd have a unibrow if... read more
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