Stephen tagged me almost a week ago with this meme, but I just didn’t get around to it until now. Ooops.
Three screen names that you’ve had: misshepeshu, pillsbury doughgirl, zehitrer
Three things you like about yourself: My knockers (I have a very nice set, if I do say so myself), my evil sense of humor, the good care I take of my cats
Three things you don’t like about yourself: the fleabite scars on my legs (GODDAMN BASTARD FLEAS RAR), the size of my ass, my tendency to be a whiny-ass beyotch
Three parts of your heritage: Passive-aggressiveness from me ma, a tendency towards corpulence from dad’s side of the family, and cancer, heart disease and diabetes from both, whee!
Three things that scare you: The idea that Intelligent Design may actually be taught as a scientific theory in schools, reanimated dead people (I thought Resident Evil was scary, which is a sad reflection of the extent of my paranoia), being eaten alive
Three of your everyday essentials: My morning yogurt, purrs from ze kitties, checking the comments on this blog
Three things you are wearing right now: A V-neck sweater with bright blue, pink, yellow and white stripes; a tan wool skirt; beat-up brown clogs. I am a FASHION MAVEN.
Three of your favorite songs: This list changes from day to day, but for right now: Nada Surf’s version of “Au Fond du Rêve Doré,” “One” by Three Dog Night, “Space Oddity” by David Bowie (this song gives me chills no matter how many times I listen to it)
Three things you want in a relationship: fidelity, good sex, being similar in the ways that really count
Two truths and a lie: I’ve eaten head cheese and loved it, I’ve eaten pig’s feet and loved it, I’ve eaten pig’s ears and loved it
Three things you can’t live without: food, music and books
Three places you want to go on vacation: Marseilles, to visit my friend Edouard; St. Croix, to visit my friend Jen; and some place in rural England (Sussex? Why can’t I remember? Grrr) to visit my friend Katie
Three things you just can’t do: Whistle properly, laugh softly, arm wrestle worth a damn
Three kids names: Jablocks, Larksong, LaMonJello. These are all names that have been inflicted on real kids. Poor mites.
Three things you want to do before you die: See the pyramids, make an assload of money doing something I love, adopt more cats
Three celeb crushes: Matthew Caws, Beck, Jonathan Togo
Three of your favorite musicians: Again, this changes from day to day, but high on the list right now are The Shins, Nada Surf and Franz Ferdinand
Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to you: Slimness, a sweet face, deft hands
Three of your favorite hobbies: Reading, making insane messes in the kitchen, fucking around on the Internet
Three things you really want to do badly right now: Finish that chapter of my Stupid-Ass Serial Story (SASS), have an orgasm, take a nap
Three careers you’re considering/you’ve considered: Writer, English professor, veterinarian
Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy: I laugh at fart jokes; if you ever see me looking off thoughtfully into the distance, odds are high that I’m not pondering the meaning of life so much as imagining some filthy, dirty, wrong sex; I really couldn’t care less about girly matters like make-up and haircare--I don’t even own a hair dryer
Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl: I love romance novels, I have a passion for girly clothing and shoes, I love to cook
Three people that I would like to see post this meme: SB Sarah once she gets back, Bam and Meljean. Bwahaha.
Completely off-topic but I can’t blog it or email it because I’m at work but have checked my blogpoll results and I have to announce that I firmly believe that YOU ARE STUFFING THE BALLOT BOX, MISSY, AND DON’T THINK I DON’T KNOW IT. Puh-leeeze, like that many people would rather hear about Hidden Heart? You are running around your office and using coworkers’s’s computerses, you cheating Asian Gotta Win freak, you. And don’t deny it - the guilt is written all over your face, you sly fox.
We now return the rest of you to your regularly scheduled bitchery.
*sputters*
I am SHOCKED, Beth, SHOCKED, that you would think I would…
*checks poll results*
Holy mother of God. FIFTEEN votes?
You’re right. I totally stuffed the ballot box.
And now there are 19.
You’d make GW proud, BALLOT STUFFER.
Ah, damn you!! Damn you all to hell!
Now I have to think of a bunch of lies.
“Three things that scare you: The idea that Intelligent Design may actually be taught as a scientific theory in schools”
Here here! Not only are you snarky, but smarter than the average “well everybody has their beliefs.”
You’d make GW proud, BALLOT STUFFER.
Ouch! No need to invoke THAT name, Beth.
I’m highly amused that somebody (or a couple of somebodies) took the time and trouble to vote for The Hidden Heart 19 times. Yowza. Only two other people besides me voted for Midsummer Moon. I guess I’ll have to write a paean in praise of the hedgehog my damn self. *sniff*
Now I have to think of a bunch of lies.
That’s what makes these sorts of memes so much fun, no?
And Karla: One doesn’t have to be particularly smart to see that the very foundation of Intelligent Design is essentially an argument from ignorance. “The odds are soooooooooo tiny for this particular structure or that particular organism evolving that I can’t possibly imagine things happening without a designer.” They try to obscure it with fancy terminology like “Irreducible Complexity” and “high information content,” but that doesn’t hide the fact that ID, at its very core, is an futile attempt to prove a negative at best and an intellectual cop-out at worst. Michael Behe, the man who came up with Irreducible Complexity, one of the most moronic so-called scientific hypotheses ever, admitted in court that calling ID a scientific theory meant changing the definition to include astrology. At this point, I’m thinking: WHAT THE FUCK IS THE HOLD-UP, PEOPLE? Unless we want to teach kids about Aquarius ascendant in the Fourth House as science together with the Gas Laws, Bernoulli’s Principle and mitosis, can’t we just all agree that ID is a fucking joke based on thinly-veiled fundamentalist religious ideology and get back to, y’know, teaching science in science class?
Sorry. ID gets my dander up, hoo boy.
I think this is a cool meme so I’m going to blatantly stea...er...I mean BORROW it and post it on my blog too later this week. Just thought I should tell you. :-)
Candy, I share your ire with these people. Just when I think I have seen or heard everything stupid come out of people’s mouth I get slammed.
Friends of mine believe that those who do not accept Jesus as their saviour will not make it to heaven. Me, in one of my moods, looked them dead in the eye and said what about the women in the Congo who have never even heard of Jesus and are butchered and brutalized. Are you telling me that they will not be accepted into Heaven. Their answer? We don’t know what is in their heart.
Ah, okay, they have never heard of Jesus and the cross and the part where he died for our sins. The cannot possibly believe that Jesus is their saviour if they don’t know anything about him so to me, they are copping out.
These people will not let their children dress as witches or ghosts or anything like that. Also, they are in a church school program where they do not teach Darwin.
To go even further off topic, I saw a Dateline show about two twin girls who sing hate songs and believe in white supremacy. They also thought that Hitler was a good man with good ideas and that they don’t think there is proof that as many people died as has been reported.
I sat in horror while watching this. To me, this is parental abuse and the kids should be removed from their home.
JMO.
Sorry, that was way off topic!
LaMonJello
Wow, someone else has heard of LaMonJello! A friend of mine from Atlanta has a brother who’s a doctor, and when he was doing the ob/gyn part of medical school, he attended a family with two children, one called Oranjello and one called LaMonjello. It’s really funny and yet really sad and depressing at the same time....
The bad name thing--my SIL is a teacher and has had 2 students named Female, pronounced Fe Molly.
One of the mothers actually said the hospital named her, it was right there on the forms “Female Smith”...now that’s frightening.
I went to school with a Male Jackson, pronounced Mah-Lay. And yes, he was mah-lay, so probably the hospital named him too.
And LaMonJello and OranJello? Don’t know them, but I hear they have a new sibling named CheriJello.
“Three things you are wearing right now: A V-neck sweater with bright blue, pink, yellow and white stripes; a tan wool skirt; beat-up brown clogs. I am a FASHION MAVEN.”
But Candy, you could always subsitute purple Chuck Taylors for the clogs and be (even more of) an indie kid.
Cindy: I don’t care what somebody believes or doesn’t believe when it comes to religion. If they think I’m going to burn in hell forever for being a skeptic, then that’s their prerogative--just as it’s my prerogative to think they’re douchebags. Believing in something is fine. What makes me really, stinkin’ mad, though, is when people try to impose a religious view on other people, and worse, masquerade it as something it’s not, i.e. a scientific theory. ID is tricksy in that it doesn’t name any specific designer, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is, IT’S NOT SCIENTIFIC, but those with a religious agenda are trying to pass it off as such, which is just plain dishonest.
It doesn’t help that most people don’t know how the word “theory” is used when it comes to the sciences and go around saying “Well, evolution is just a THEORY. What’s wrong with keeping an open mind?” Which completely defeats the point of scientific inquiry--scientific inquiry is not about keeping your mind open to every goddamn cockamamie idea that pops up, but to come up with falsifiable hypotheses based on observation and to perform controlled experiments to support or refute those hypotheses, eventually (hopefully) building up enough evidence for a theory or law. Most of the hypotheses in ID aren’t even falsifiable, and that, frankly? Gets on my tits.
OK, I’ll shut up about ID now. Really. Unless somebody pokes me about it. I recommend you don’t because I can froth at the mouth for DAYS about this.
Anna: I saw the name LaMonJello on somebody’s blog just recently. I can’t remember whose, or I’d link to it. Curse my terrible short-term memory!
Eddie: I don’t own any Chuck Taylors of any color. Nor do I own any heavy metal T-shirts (to be worn strictly for ironic purposes, of course). I may very well have to turn in my indie scenester card. *sob*
Ack! Intelligent design! Sooo Stooopid!
There are a bunch of christian organisations on my campus, and they occasionally have a go around and ask people what they think of religion and christianity. I got to overhear one of these interviews (with an atheist) and afterwards they prayed that he would see the light. I’ve always wanted to ask christians: If you pray about atheists believing in God and getting saved (Amen!) through the blud of Christ, do you do the same with Jews? ‘Cause, you see, they don’t believe in Christ, either. Just wondering.
The LaMonJello thing must be an urban myth. I’ve heard of it (I’m from Berkeley), and supposedly it was a fellow teacher’s friend who taught LaMonJello and his twin, OranJello, in the next school district over. Strangely, six or seven other people I’ve met also know of these twins—but their sources are always different. Either the twins move a lot… or we have claimed them as an intangible North American resource.
:D
Unless we want to teach kids about Aquarius ascendant in the Fourth House as science together with the Gas Laws, Bernoulli’s Principle and mitosis, can’t we just all agree that ID is a fucking joke based on thinly-veiled fundamentalist religious ideology and get back to, y’know, teaching science in science class?
Sorry. ID gets my dander up, hoo boy.
Wow. I’m in love.
I couldn’t have ranted better if I tried. You are my queen and I bow down to your greatness.
-Mel
damn.
Candy,
You know you lie down with dogs you get fleas. So stop giving your cats fleas. Go to store and get some flea stuff to put down there backs, and vaccum alot until they are gone, give them worming medicine as well, because they usually get worms when they have fleas. Or give the cats to someone who will take care of them.
Sounds like you two, need to get a life. And stop worrying about Cassie Edwards. Also wash your mouth out with soap.
Someone should really turn you in for animal cruelty. Making them poor cats suffer with fleas, you should be ashamed of yourself.
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