| Three things I don't want to see in the next six months, and three things I do. |
[11 Nov 2008|12:32am] |
So, the election's over, and we've all gotten over Obama winning and McCain losing and the Dems picking up six or seven (or eight?) seats in the Senate. Well, no we haven't, but that's not really the point I'm getting at. See, in all the hype building up to the election, a couple of things happened. First of all, people got really interested in politics. Or if not politics, at least they got interested in reading about the election. This caused a boom in election coverage, which led to still more people getting interested in politics. And this led to more coverage, and this led to you getting the picture. Well, after all this build-up, the Obamajaculate of November 4th happened, and then, well, nowhere was your job in more jeopardy than if you were a McCain staffer or an election reporter. I shudder to think how Nate Silver's going to feed his family of five now.
Or, I would have shuddered, except that a curious thing seems to have happened. A curious thing that every single person in the world should have seen coming, that is. The reporters who used to cover the election have divided into two camps: those still covering the election, and those already covering the next election. American political events may have come to a relative standstill, but that's no reason for American political news to come to a standstill, is their thought on the matter. I disagree, courteously.
Despite my admitted addiction to the 24-hour news cycle (unrelated, but did you know that I was once a leading member (as in, co-president) of the Political Junkies Support Group in high school? True story.), it is my opinion that the country needs a break from political-news-as-usual, and so I propose three things that I absolutely do not want to see, hear, or read about in the next six months. Since I don't think it's fair to proscribe without suggestions as well, I will also offer three things that I would love to see, hear, and read about to excess in the next six months. Reporters, take note.
( THREE DON'Ts )
and
( THREE DOs )
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| I have an opinion. |
[04 Nov 2008|04:06pm] |
So everyone has been saying everywhere he or she can, VOTE! Go out and vote because it's an important election. Go out and vote because it's your civic duty. Go out and vote because you'll get free coffee, donuts, and ice cream. Go out and vote because I did, and I had to stand in a long line. Go out and vote because celebrities in Hollywood do. Go out and vote because it will get you hot chicks. This is all well and good, and also remarkably annoying, because at least people care, right? And that's the first step.
But that's not enough. No, you have to both care enough to get out of bed, but also care enough to know what the hell it is you're doing. It may be your responsibility to vote, but your vote is also your responsibility.
So I say, with my opinion: don't vote unless you know what you're saying. If you're running to the polls because livejournal told you to, please just go back to bed. Your vote is your voice, so unless you know what your voice is saying, keep your mouth shut. Unless you have a reason to choose this one over that one, keep your pen off the paper or your finger away from the button, because you deprecate democracy. Rule by the people is not rule by the coin flip, so be responsible and don't vote when you don't know what's going on.
I came on strong when I said to stay away from the polls, and now I'll pull that back a bit: did you know you don't have to put a mark in every section? You can go into the booth and scratch your pen near the 'Electors for President' section and skip the rest of the ballot, and your voice will be heard on that issue and you'll have abstained on the rest. So when you get to the voting place, speak your piece on what you know, but shut your mouth when it gets to the race for local dogcatcher. Unless you've done the research. This goes for propositions, too, only somewhat more so. If you can't parse your way through the legalese of a sunken funds millage increase, or any other such thing, just leave it blank.
Ultimately, it's you who has to live with it if you cast a ballot for a candidate or a proposition you don't know a thing about. Well, you and the rest of the world. It does take courage to know when you don't know enough, and if you don't know enough, let that be decided by the people who do.
So even though it's a little bit late, here's my advice to America: Don't vote, unless you know what your actions mean. Take responsibility for your voice: do the research or abstain.
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[17 Jun 2008|01:04am] |
Here's the most frightening money scam I've ever received:
( I received this earlier today. )
At first I was very frightened. I hadn't known Jeffjeff was in London, and now hospitalization and robbed and being kicked out of a hotel? This was not good news, and I was ready to help.
Three things gave it away, though: Morgan's recent post in which she said she had seen Jeffjeff at Bonnaroo, the reply-to address not being the same as the sent address, and Jeffjeff doing a "business transaction" in London. I didn't really think of Jeffjeff as the "business transaction" type. Not yet, at least.
Anyway, I'm posting this in case anyone else has received a similar email, and also to wonder out loud, what's the deal? How were people able to send it from Jeffjeff's actual gmail account? And if the answer to the previous question does not involve hacking into Jeffjeff's account, how did they know to send it to me?
Oh, and further: how do I report this to Google, so that bad guys can be stopped and good triumphs over evil?
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[21 Apr 2008|11:57pm] |
Right, so I don't post much on this ol' thing nowadays, but I figured this was the best way of bragging to exactly the people who would most appreciate what I'm bragging about:
I'm going to the Caps game tonight.
Game 7, with Ovechkin back in gear, in the Verizon Center, and I'm going to be five rows away from the ice, sitting behind the visiting goal.
see ay pee es caps caps caps.
(since when am I caps fan, you ask. well, since I accepted the offer to go to graduate school at Michigan State University. i'll be working for a Ph.D. in psychology, which is pretty nifty, and since i won't have shakespeare around, i've been looking for other things to fill my time. one of these is learning to play guitar. another is pets: i have two turtles, and will have a bunny. the third is hockey. i've always liked it, but now i'm learning how to be dedicated. the red wings are still number one in my heart, but they're in the other conference, so I feel comfortable with fanatic support for the caps right now. we'll see what happens when we get to the finals. hopefully.)
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[01 Nov 2007|06:08pm] |
So, I'm directing a show that goes up this weekend. Most of you probably won't be able to see it. Nevertheless, I'm posting the trailer here, so that you can know what you're missing, and also just to get a taste of its awesomeness.
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[30 Apr 2007|11:35am] |
I reread The Tempest last night for my Shakespeare class--it's the last class I need to complete my Shakespeare major, and this is the last play I'm reading to complete this class, and after this I'm probably going on to psychology for next year, grad school, and the rest of my life. So it felt appropriate, both in that 'now my charms are all o'erthrown' sort of way, as well as the end returning to the beginning sort of way.
Maybe my first play was 'Shakespeare in the City' (and maybe it was end-of-year English class R&J), but my first real play was The Tempest. I played Stephano, across from Zach Fithian's Trinculo and Ben Ellis's Caliban: we were, in the very best Shakespearean sense, 'we three.' If it weren't for the laughing, we would've given Erin and Claire both anuerysms.
Reading plays I've been in is always difficult, because I can never get the lines out of my head how they were said before. 'Moooon-calf,' for example. Or the sharp, staccato way Reidel always said 'the Duke of Milan.' 'Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a GOOOSE!' I was probably less funny than I remember being--after all, it was Shakespeare, and I had little to no idea what I was actually saying. I was just kinda going with it.
It would be so lovely, neat, and convenient to have this play tie up my interest in Shakespeare. I just finished a project with Hamlet (my loose end, in terms of the stage--I never got to play the role, only the halfway bastardization of R&G are Dead), and The Tempest is always a good place to end on. Except that over the summer I'm doing actual scholarly work on memorial reconstruction (I'm hoping to find something interesting enough to take to a worldwide Shakespearean conference), and that's no good for the conclusion.
I guess stories really do never end. Closure is nothing but an attractive illusion.
Besides, I don't really want closure anyway. Next semester, I'm directing Measure for Measure.
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[16 Apr 2007|08:22pm] |
I dreamt today, while sleeping off an illness, that in the bustle and commotion of consumerism, I found a tree in a room behind a locked door. And as I stared up through its thin, twisted branches, I caught images of all the things I loved.
I wept for the loss of life today.
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[08 Dec 2006|04:40pm] |
For all y'all who don't read Mary's LJ, my and her first review. (Erin also was in the play, though she's mentioned only indirectly as an orientation aide.) It's a little known fact that I changed my name to 'Wordshop' before this article was written. Nevertheless.
http://www.flathatnews.com/reviews/130/student-written-college-proves-hilarious
Just for some added context: I directed the play, wrote the first act in totum, and outlined the second and third acts (which were improvised from said outline, rather than being fully scripted). My intent was to provide a humorous interlude for the playgoers moreso than to create "high art;" the last act, however, was irresistably postmodern with a purpose (and a vengence). Ian (Dean Edwards) was a charicature of a TJ kid.
Yay reviews!
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| Don't celebrate quite yet. |
[09 Nov 2006|06:43pm] |
Source: BBC News World
Allen's concession may have secured the Senate as well as the house for the democrats, but in all the confusion, Canada was able to take over New Hampshire unnoticed.
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[03 May 2006|09:31pm] |
I'm not going to say anything more here about what I think ought or ought not to be done. I am going to speak about two points that I have been reading that gall me, and, I imagine, a not insignificant number of other people as well.
1. "Traditions change."
Yes they do. Sure they do. Everything changes. The change of a tradition, though, is like a stalactite. I don't want to beat the metaphor into the ground, but there are two major points that I'm trying to express. First, a stalactite does not change visibly overnight, or even over the course of a week, or a month: traditions change, but over a long period of time. Second, a stalactite, while is changes, does not change from something into something; it does not eventually become a donkey: when we say traditions change, we mostly mean they grow. Do you think that Circle was passed down from on high exactly as it was? It developed. It probably began with just standing in a circle passing a squeeze, and then a director decided to say something important, and then a director took time to let everyone say something important (whereupon they probably sat down), and then other things grew in as people thought of them...right on, waking the stage, don't smoke, ginseng, and so forth. If traditions change, they change for the better, not for the worse and certain not for the 'different.' This change that is being forced is no change in tradition; this change is the first or second or third or whereever they are now step to abolishing a culture.
2. Drama exists "to produce shows and enjoy doing it."
That is the most cynical definition of Drama I've ever heard. Drama is no means to an end. Drama is the end itself: Drama is a place, an organization, a group, a circle, call it what you will, that is bound together by emotional and social ties. It is the shows are the means to the end, and that end is a higher level of group intimacy--a deeper sharing and a deeper trust. Enjoyment, perhaps, but there's probably equal parts suffering as there is enjoyment, be those parts grades, health, or fingernails. Any organization exists because people like doing it, but why do people like doing drama? As Nora said, you "come for the acting [or teching], and stay for the people." Drama exists to bring people together not for any higher purpose like a show but simply for the sake of bringing people together. I don't think I articulated that as well I wanted to, by my point is, Drama is people who make shows; Drama is not shows that are made by people.
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[30 Apr 2006|11:53pm] |
All right, here's my two cents.
Grow some fucking balls, Drama. The reason this whole "fighting fire with fire" hasn't gotten you anywhere because you haven't ever done it. If you keep bending over backwards to appease the administration as they bastardize and rape your traditions and your home and your comfort and your stage, they're just gonna keep walking over you. Draw a line, and then once they've crossed it, which I'm fairly sure they have at this point, fight back with everything. As in, everything you can possibly think of. The key here is that you know what your line is and you know when it's been crossed. At a certain point, drama isn't worth saving, and so make it go out with a bang.
Start by not responding to Pollet's idiotic demands. Don't "sign up" to fill any positions. Blacklist anyone who does. Ignore his stupidity and continue with life as usual. Drama has a constitution; hold to it, even if it means meeting after school at greensprings to hold elections.
Next, don't not tell Pollet what an idiot he is. Once the line is crossed, there is nothing left to lose. They can't really take away the entirety of drama; they can't stop shows from being produced. And if they've already messed with circle, and one axe (next thing he does, he'll take directing them into his own hands), and forcing a musical every year, what, honestly is left to lose? Be vocal. Make your voice heard, and make your voices heard loud.
Which brings me to my next point. Draw your own battle lines. Make informative posters explaining the injustice ("Did you know that as of 5/2/06, Drama is the first and only organization in the school not to elect its own student council? Who knows, your organization could be next!"), paper the school with them, and turn the students to your side. Get the SGA involved. Get the PTSA involved: bring the parents into it. Teachers, too; there are a lot of teachers who have a lot of respect for the traditions and the way drama has been run--Mrs. Stegall, for example, or Lebryk-Chao, Maclean, Zack, McCarthy, even Richardson might be on your side.
The bottom line is, they're not seeing reason. So stop being pansies and fight their fire with your fire. No one can make you feel inferior without your consent; no one can take away your traditions without your consent. There gets to be a point in compromise where drama and troupe aren't worth saving; at least let them go out with a fight. Stop silencing yourselves in order to get some kind of mercy or sympathy or respect. The administration has made it very clear what kind of respect they have for you.
Those are my thoughts.
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[15 Apr 2006|02:29am] |
I said good-bye to Matoaka tonight. I did it alone, because that was how it needed to be done, but I was scared to go there alone. I don't know why. It took two hours.
I wrote there, on the wall. Like when for Hamlet the stage was checkered and needed to become black once more, and before painting it over people filled the white space first with poetry and prose and words and images and import. This is what I wrote:
The moon committed suicide
To fill her half-whole dream.
Mostly I sat in silence, and watched the thunderstorm drift away, and watched the lake and the towers and the stage. I sang a piece of a Jim Croce song, and there was a time towards the end where I was watching the full moon and its clouds lit by lightning.
I had a bottle of sparkling cider, which I had intended to toast with, but you can't toast alone. Instead, I watched the flame of a candle flicker.
It's going to be under renovation for the next year; who knows what it will be when it's done and back and open again. That's why I said good-bye.
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[03 Mar 2006|02:57pm] |
So this is gonna be a post kinda full of ups and downs, but i figure it's worth getting everything out there before I...
1. LEAVE FOR BELIZE!!
My flight takes off ath 6.45 Saturday morning, and then I should get into my first real foreign country (Canada doesn't count) (it is, as the Simpsons say, "America Junior") (a family of which only half of Americans can name two or more members, incidentally) around noon thirty. Then, a week of water and jungles and animals and fishums and spiffy hotels and relaxation and read and, best of all, no way to contact the outside world. Well, except postcards. If you want a postcard, let me know your address BY TONIGHT (replying to post would be good), and I'll do my best to send you one, but I can't guarantee. And I get to stay there, away from all things you, dear readership, until the 11th, when spend six hours flying home. It would be a looong ass flight, except that I have...
2. NEARLY THE ENTIRE SANDMAN SERIES BY NEIL GAIMAN!!
That's right! The award-winning graphic novel series of the late 80s and early nineties comes in eleven parts (plus a number of appendices ["The Quotable SANDMAN", "The SANDMAN Companion", e.g.]). Of this eleven, thanks to the large efforts of two extremely beautiful young women who both rank highly in my heart, I have nine. The first nine, in fact, so I can read them peacefully in order until I get to the end and then kill myself for not having the last two nor being able to get the last two for a long time. The series won the only World Fantasy Award for Short Fiction ever given to a comic in 1991--this is a big deal not only because it's a big award, but also in 1992 they changed the rules so that a comic cannot win in that category. The episode for which it won the award is titled, "A Midsummer Night's Dream", and features William Shakespeare, a man who I'm going to learn a lot more about by going to...
3. CAMBRIDGE IN SUMMER 2006!!
My two favoritest teachers are headed there to teach courses in the William and Mary Study Abroad at Christ's College, Cambridge, this summer. One of them is teaching "Shakespeare in Love: The Course", which seems to me to be just about the most awesome summer course ever, and it also seems to me to fit perfectly into my Shakespeare major. I'll also get to see the York Mystery Cycle, performed once every 4 years--these were the plays that Shakey himself watched when he grew up--and of course I'll visit the Globe and Stratford, and hopefully that nifty little tavern when Will talks to Kit Marlowe and Romeo and Ethel's Daughter. It's a rather expensive program, in the realm of $6000 for the whole trip, but that's doable now, because I just won, today, the...
4. KRAEMER SCHOLARSHIP FOR STUDY IN THE BRITISH ISLES!!
I finished the application in five days' time, asked for a couple of last-minute recommendations from the aforementioned two teachers, and then waited my two weeks. The scholarship offers $2,500 to fund a student to study in the British Isle over the summer--no specifications as to what kinds of programs are allowed, or even a concrete result of the program, like a paper or something. It's not all the money, but it certainly helps, and I have strong hopes that the Reves Center for Abroad-Studiage will give me some more money because I asked nicely. I mean, I am, after all,...
5. TWENTY YEARS OLD!!
Finally not a teenager anymore, and I made my first joke about it today with Gillian's mom. We were talking about how teenagers always think self-centeredly (the sixteen year old had left his cleats at home accidentally in a rush to get out the door after assuming his mother would be able to drive him in later), and I just casually threw in the word "they" in reference to teenagers instead of "we", and she wondered why I excepted myself ("because you're more responsible than the average teenager?"), and I just simply said "Well, I'm not a teenager anymore." And then she laughed. No, it wasn't a Jon Stewart joke, or a even a Gilbert Godfrey joke, or even a Godfrey Batley joke, but it inspired smiles and laughter and good feeling, so it's as good as one. Anyway, because I'm not a teenager anymore, that should imply that I should be able to drive certain select people whose parents won't let them drive with teenagers. And speaking of those certain select people, yesterday I just happened to end up...
6. EATING BREAKFAST AT IHOP WITH LAURA!!
In a series of strange coincidences involving a guy named Harry, the Chinese embassy, and a faulty mapreading ability, I ended up in Northern Virginia on my birthday evening and into the next morning. (The exact series of strange coincidences, not to run the fun of the non sequitors, was that Gillian, going to China for WorldMUN, needed a visa on her passport. A guy named Harry took it up to D.C., expecting to be able to get it back before Spring Break [now], but couldn't, so Gillian commandeered a car [a spectacularly luxurious Infiniti] and let me drive [oh god I want that car] all the way up to NoVA and then D.C. to the visa-giving consulate, which took 1.5 hours to get to because of the mapreading ability. We were saved by a kindly policeman and the GPS route finder system in the car [it's out of my price range, I think].) I thought it might be fun to see Laura, so I was called up by her around 11.50am on my birthday (:-D!), and suggested we do something, and I didn't end up getting to NoVA till 11.45pm, so breakfast on JLC day was in order. We played some mad IHOPscotch, and it was quite thoroughly lovely. I also got to see Lizbeth and Zachy and my mommy, all of whom were very much quite wonderful to see (mirable visu, roughly and inaccurately translated). After breakfast, we went off to the aforementioned driving adventure with...
7. ME AT THE WHEEL OF THAT BEAUTIFUL INFINITI!!
I just wanted another paragraph to tell more about the luxuriosity of the car. I don't know the model number, nor do I care so much; the insides are the good part. Six-CD changer with dashboard loading (so you don't have to open your trunk before the ride to decide what music you want) with BOSE sound system (oh sweet, sweet surround) with the typical steering wheel control. Also XM Satellite Radio. Driver/passenger individual climate control with heated leather seats. And the best part: GPS navigation system. If it can get me through DC (trying to get to Wisconsin NW, I ended up on First NE), it's gotta be good. And good it was.
Well, maybe less with the down and more with the up. In fact, I'd venture to guess that life is going just about FREAKING AWESOME for me right now. And maybe I should feel badly for rubbing it in a little bit, but to be honest, I'm going to the Carribean for spring break, and that means I don't have to think about anybody or anyone for a whole week, and that's going to be a good and well-earned spot o' fun.
Remember, if you want a postcard, let me know before tonight.
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[14 Feb 2006|02:10am] |
I don't know what it is, but by darn it's got pretty colors. Everyone likes pretty colors, right?
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[20 Jan 2006|02:41am] |
59 days, 6 hours, 27 minutes, and 01 seconds.
That's how long it would take to enjoy every music file in my iTunes right now. That's nearly two months straight of solid music. That's 91.31 gigabytes of music. That's a lot of freaking music.
And I have ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) desertisland to thank for about 88% of it.
In other news, I'm taking a class on textual discrepancies in Shakespeare and Marlowe this semester--bibliography, early 17th century printing, watermarking, and all that jazz. And we're actually going to read the first quarto of Hamlet. Which means I'm actually going to own the first quarto of Hamlet.
This class, it should be mentioned, is being taught in the haunted room on the third floor of the English building. There are 12 students ("disciples," you might call them) and one professor, to make for a total of 13 people. Sitting around a table. In a haunted room. Talking about Shakespeare.
It's gonna be sweet.
Happy new year, etc. 2005 was great, and all that jazz. Best of hopes for 2006, and so on and so forth.
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[12 Dec 2005|02:55pm] |
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I'm done with schoolwork until January 19th. I was done as of December 9th at noon, and I don't start until the 19th at 11am, so that means I have 41 days and 23 hours off.
Which is so frighteningly close to 42 days even, I might have to skip my first class on that day to get it perfectly even. But that's probably a bad idea.
Happy finals-studying to most of y'all. and happy month of school to the other most of y'all. :D!
(...except you, kathleen. you're not allowed to talk.)
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[09 Dec 2005|04:41pm] |
So far, I win the holidays. Callie got me this: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0323248/
That's right. It's the 10 Things I Hate About You of Midsummer. The O of Midsummer. I have watched it yet, but it promised to kick so much freaking ass.
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[23 Nov 2005|09:51pm] |
So it seems to be a little known fact that Steven Chbosky wrote the screenplay for the new RENT movie. Recognize the name? He's the one who wrote Perks of Being a Wallflower. Apparently he also wrote/directed/assistant produced the movie The Four Corners of Nowhere...my curiosity is piqued.
Yes, yes, RENT was fantastic. So much better than Phantom. But I'm pretty sure I mentioned that previous paragraph for the sake of allowing myself and others like me an excuse to continue disliking Chris Colombus. His visuals were brilliant, but the most stunning part of the movie, to me, was the attention to the details of the words. Especially during One Song Glory and Light My Candle--wow, so much Roger-ness. Especially not during La Vie Boheme; Anthony Rapp just didn't know what to do with his hands, so he came off as being just a bad actor. I was quite unimpressed.
I'm not here to talk about RENT, though. I'm here to talk about Midsummer.
Oh wow. You know the times when you write an essay and you get it exactly right, and everything fits just perfectly. That's the show that I just directed, except that I have the added bonus of knowing exactly what I'd fix if I were to do it over again. But it was beautiful. "Visually stunning," as the person from the yearbook said. "That was beautiful," as Laura said. It wasn't reviewed in the school newspaper, which really pisses me off because I needed that for a portfolio, but it'll be discussed in the yearbook. Not quite the same thing, but it has pictures. Speaking of pictures, if you feel like looking at webshots, WMMidsummer has some pictures of Midsummer. Some are blurry, some are not of the show proper, but you can get the idea.
I'm very proud of what I've done. My trees-as-fairies idea worked so well, juxtaposed with athenians-as-playgoers. The only professor to whom I've talked that came to see it got exactly what I was trying to say with that; everyone to whom I've talked mentioned in some respect the beauty of the fairies and their costumes and their masks. After three years of people thinking my ideas are crazy (cough, Claire), it's nice to see they actually do make sense, and they actually do work.
I got a lot of complements. My favorite three were first the posting to the W&M LJ community by some guy unaffiliated with the show plugging it, saying it was "pretty awesome." Second, someone, I don't remember who, said that the acting was powerful across the board; of course some actors were better than others (the crowd consensus says Callie Morris as Hermia wins that title), but no actor was bad enough to detract from the show. Which is a testament to the strength of the cast, the casting, and most of all the director. Third, and best of all, after the second night, a somewhat gangly guy in glasses came up to me, shook my hand, and said that that was the best production of Midsummer he's ever seen, and he's seen a lot, because it's his favorite show. He loved the approach I took to the show, the visual and placement distance that I put between the athenians and the fairies he thought supremely effective, the whole show was simply a very fresh take on a mostly overdone show. And that's exactly what I wanted. I wanted to show people who have seen 1001 Midsummers something they hadn't seen before.
So, I succeeded. And I tried some new things that didn't work (like a two-hour long first act), and I tried some new things that worked but made the audience a little uneasy (like not listing the athenians in the program until the insert given during intermission), and I tried some things that I never really knew how they worked (like preparing the athenians for audience interaction. Never heard if they actually had to interact--although Starveling got yelled at for talking on her cellphone, and Egeus yelled at Philostrate during the pre-show announcement for not talking loudly enough). And I learned a hell of a lot about directing a show. I know where to focus my attentions next time, and I know how to prepare, and I know a lot more about how to cast a show and what kind of actors are good and what kind of actors I work best with, and most importantly, what kind of actors I can't work with at all.
My cast was brilliant, and I'll miss them. I'm not a fun director, I don't think...I take the work seriously. I remember after the show was over I commented to someone, "The show's over now; I can finally be friends with you guys and relax with you."
Now, onwards and upwards.
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[26 Oct 2005|02:23am] |
I'm a Monroe Scholar*. That is all.
*A Monroe Scholar at the College of William and Mary is among "approximately the top 7%" of the school. The major part of the scholarship is that all monroe scholars receive $3000 in summer research grant money to explore a topic of their choosing.
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[27 Aug 2005|10:07pm] |
Wow. I've never been tagged before now. I had always promised myself, if I'm ever tagged to do something, even if it's the stupidest survey in the world, I would do it. Because I'd want those whom I tag to do the same. So, 2sick2pray, here goes. For Folger and beyond. Even if I was a second-string tag ;-)
Five things I can't live without
· Being loved/loving (clichés have a truth value)
· Shakespeare (because who would I be, then?)
· Humor
· The internet (it's so darn convenient)
· Hot water
Five foods/beverages that I love
· Oceanspray's Cran-Tangerine
· Bread ends and House Dressing from the Cheese Shop
· Duck from Peking Gourmet
· Newman's Own Caesar Dressing
· Water with a lemon
Five things that I always (at least usually) have with me
· A pilot p-500 extrafine pen
· My wallet
· My cellphone
· At least one bandana
· My wmID
Five things I will always and forever hate and/or dislike
· People who lie to themselves
· People my age who remind me of how I used to be
· Being reminded of mistakes I've made that I've already learned from and moved on
· People who don't understand the purpose behind the rules they enforce
· Registration.
Five people I tag to fill out this list, too
· _walk_softly
· desertisland
· rahvin021
· sahm
· volantwish
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