FIVE QUESTIONS TIME!

This time they're from
[profile] dr_aj 
...
1.) What is a song you love but you are too embarrassed to tell people?

See, there you go, assuming that I have a sense of embarrassment. :) Seriously, you're talking to somebody who has the following songs on his computer:

Sugar in the Marmalade - Leon Lai
Winkle Picker Shoes Blues - Bernard Cribbins
Got Rice - Azn Pride
Tarzan Boy - Baltimora
My Pal Foot Foot - The Shaggs
Closer to Wannabe - NIN vs Spice Girls

And those are just the first six that popped into my head out of my 15,000 songs...

I can't think of anything at all, off the top of my head, that I'm even vaguely ashamed of. :)

2.) How many times have you had your heart broken?

I'm supposed to be able to quantify this?
Umm...
Five...ish.
For various reasons, not all romantically inclined, either.
And that's just actual BREAKINGS, not just crackings...

3.) Are you all planning any kids?

Bit of a dodgy choice for Lovely Wife Sara and I. Allow me to work backwards through the facts/concerns:

a) Maximum of two, probably just one. For us, more than that seems irresponsible on a number of levels.

b) Would it be better to adopt a child or two? After all, they're already here,

c) I have a host of neurological disorders, and while I like to think that I could safely guide my child/ren through anything they may go through as a result of any they inherit, it's still a hell of a weight to consider,

d) Can you imagine small benjamins / benjaminettes? Pride / terror are equally balanced.

4.) What is the most disgusting thing you've ever eaten?

That clam jerky was not as high up the list as you might have thought.
I have to say that the worst things I can think of have all been spoiled things, like when I bit into a hard-boiled egg that had been bad before I cooked it. Or the time that I bought milk from a vending machine, opened the paper top, poured half of the container into my mouth before realizing it was chunky, and then spitting it all over the floor of the student union.

Also, one person goes on that list, but they will never ever be named ever.

5.) What is your earliest memory of me?

LARP. Ventrue. I thought, "Not only is this woman rather attractive--in a creepy business-lady-like way right now--but she's acting the hell out of several people around her, and Jesus shit, what the fuck was that look for? Oh, right, 'cause the tag on my shirt says "Shotgun Across Back" and I think I might have just called her a bitch."

This may or not be complete. That's the best my memory works, I'm afraid.

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I'm still taking requests for more questions, kids.
TO: PageantPhotos@aol.com
SUBJECT: Question regarding retouching a photo...
BODY:

If my child is black, can you make them look less black?
Oh, sorry, I see an example of that on your website now.

You call these pageant photos, so I wonder if the kids are turned away at the contests for not looking like their picture?

Also, where did you learn your photoshopping skills, prison?

Finally, what's wrong with letting people--particularly young children--simply be happy with what they look like, instead of being turned into creepy porcelain doll things?

Thank you in advance for your prompt answers to my questions.

Sincerely,

Benjamin Stone
What's that? A delightful follow-up to yesterday's photoshopping lady with possibly the worst one I could find on her site?

OKAY!!!

Question: What's wrong with this child?





I want to go back to bed.

b
I am taking part in Hourly Comic Day and you should, too.

It's for the children. And pudding.

benjamin

[EDIT: My comic stream on the forum is HERE, but I don't know if you can see it without being logged in.]
Brief thoughts of the morning:

    My fiancée, Sara, is good to me.
    I decided, last night, upon what I thought some good names for children were. Not that we’re having one, that is, we were just discussing it.

    Apparently “Laser Cannon Stone” is not a good choice.

    Same goes for “Giant Robot Stone.”

    But this is good. She keeps me much more balanced than I could possibly hope to be on my own.
    For example, I’m very fond of hypothetical situations, like “Sara, if I had a small, vestigial face on the side of my head, and it didn’t work, but it would cry real tears every time I was happy, or at inappropriate moments, like when I’m telling you I love you, would you still love me as much as you do now?”
    Sara does not like these, and wisely refuses to answer them.
    She also lets me watch snippets of kung-fu movies during the ten minutes before her TV shows start.
    And she bought me shelves for my toys, which I can look up from the computer and see as I write. Like now. LOOK OUT GODZILLA! KING GHIDORAH IS RIGHT THERE! Mind you, Pikachu is about four inches to his right, and a little Playmobil wizard about six inches to his left, but I feel these pose him far less of a threat.
    And there are, of course, more good things. But these are the things I think about on mornings before I go to work, on days when I won’t see her until 9pm.

    So, to summarize, Sara = good, naming your child “Extra Super Bonus” = bad.

benjamin

Tuesdays are weird

Music of the moment: Bjork singing the “Gloomy Sunday,” the “Hungarian Suicide Song”
Last movie I watched: “The Gin Game” with Mary Tyler Moore and Dick van Dyke
Books: “Lizard,” a collection of short stories by Banana Yoshimoto, and “The Weaponshops of Isher,” by A.E. van Vogt.

Everybody else can talk at: dead-horse@yahoogroups.com

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