14 posts tagged “qotd”

Show us your favorite person in uniform.

Karl Agathon

In this economic climate, not all employers are able to give raises. What perks would make you happy in lieu of a raise?
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Not getting laid off.

Or cookies.

What's your definition of home?
Submitted by NayNay72

Home is where the heart is, so your real home's in your chest...

And now I have to watch Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long blog again!

Other than TeamVox, who was the first person you added to your Vox neighborhood? What made you want to be their neighbor?
Submitted by TheFiercestCalm.

shellakers, who added me first, by what my uncle would call "Divine coincidence".  We were meant to know each other.  She has been an incredible friend and inspiration, and I feel honored to be allowed into her life.

Which popular slang expression drives you nuts?

Well.  "That's so gay," and it's lame-brained first cousin, "that's so hot."

It annoys me not just because anyone who says either of those two things immediately loses IQ points (in my eyes, at least) but because both of those things so utterly lack imagination.  If you want to insult or compliment someone, do it with at least a halfway original thought.  If someone is acting like an imbecile, don't say, "dude, ur so gay", say something like, "even a dachshund with a lame leg could get it's work done quicker than you."

Laugh at how long it takes them to work out what a dachshund is and why it's having a lame leg would matter before they manage to get angry at you.  Trust me, it's worth it.

Oh, and have I mentioned the fact that I have no internets is making me cranky?

What do you bring most to a friendship?

obscure talents.

And cheese snacks.

Also- rhetoric.

(Anyone else miffed by this one?)

What's the worst thing that could happen to you today? Bonus question: How would that thing potentially benefit you?

I just ordered a book off of Lulu.  It could end up being a hilarious Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas-esque memoir:

Or it could be the literary equivalent of stepping in poo.

I'm hoping the earlier.  I'm hoping the book itself (binding, cover, paper) is also good quality, because if I like the pages and cover and binding, I'll publish with Lulu if I give up on finding an agent.  If I feel that the book (pages, etc) is a good value for the money, I won't regret buying it.  If I feel that the story is a good value for the money as well, expect me to plug it like there's no tomorrow on my blog, because seeing as I'm looking at the possibility of depending on word of mouth to make money off my own literary attempt, I want to put out some good karma.

So, worst thing that could happen:

I could hate the book and wish I'd ordered something else.

Good thing that could come of it:

I'll know what it's like to be on the purchasing end of Lulu's services prior to asking my friends and family to support me.

What's the biggest leap of faith you've ever had to take?

There was this one time when this building was burning and I was trapped in it and this big burly man I'd never seen before said, "do you trust me?" and I said, "yes!" even though these things never end well, and we jumped and we landed in this water and swam to shore where these guys with guns chased us and we hid in this rundown motel and I cut my hair and dyed it black and then we had the most INCREDIBLE runaway fugitive sex and then we hatched this plot to get revenge on the CEO of this front company for the mafia and we implicated government agents in the process and then took all of this money we found in a hedge account and then went back to The Island where our plane had crashed a while ago and...

Oh, wait, that's like the plot of several movies and TV shows garbled together.

I married my husband.  That was a leap, of faith.  I got two babies out of the deal which is nice.

What's the meanest thing you've ever said to someone?

I could answer this truthfully and talk about all of the tear filled half-screamed heart to heart conversations my husband and I had, back in the days that neither one of us were sure if this relationship would last.  I could, but I won't, because I don't feel like reliving it and I doubt any of my Vox neighbors would appreciate being subjected to that sort of thing.  In fact, QotD, I'm a little miffed at you for asking a question that would lead to such an exposure.  You must not have thought this one through very well.  While a lot of people will probably jokingly answer, "I once told so and so they had an ass face" I honestly find mean things that are said in jest to really be, well, not actually mean.  The meanness comes not only from meaning, but intent, and to talk about times where one has felt such intent...  well, I wouldn't want to.

    Although, I must confess, I call my son Stinky Butt so often that he answers to it.  I hope it doesn't stick.  I can just picture his high school year book caption:
    Josiah "Stinky Butt" ShushSon
    "Not all that glitters is golden..."

    At least we plan on enrolling our kids in a mixed martial arts course so they can defend their honor...
   

You crash your friend's car because you're driving too fast in bad weather. Everyone's okay, but the car has to go into the shop. Who pays the deductible?

  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Okay, I realize that lately every time I answer a QoTD it's me complaining, but, seriously?  Really?  Whatever happened to personal responsibility?  If I were driving too fast in poor conditions in someone else's car, I would absolutely pay because it's my fault.  Now, I would never drive too fast in poor conditions, ESPECIALLY in someone else's car.

QoTD, why don't you ask me, "if you went into a hulk-rage in someone else's house and threw a chair through a window, who would pay to replace it?"

Or: "if you pulled down your pants and defecated on a friends chair, who should clean it up?"

Or:  "are you a self-absorbed and careless idiot?  Would you like to tell us about it?"

Sorry.  I'm in a bad mood today.  I seem to be saying that a lot, lately.