The Killer Meme
The Great and the Good stopped by slowfox's LJ to pool their collective curiosity, and here's what they want to know about you:
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Media and Culture
Danny Baker, as discussed yesterday.
John "Dork Tower" Kovalic, but more due to his board game involvement and his reputation as being a good guy than for his graphic art skills.
The one where there is an election in a rotten borough. I particularly enjoy it for its pseudo-contemporary election results coverage and for the sundry candidates within. It also includes the world's all-time outstanding comedy performance by a turnip. Transcript.
Heinous, evil and frequently a lot of fun, so perfectly acceptable in my overall estimation.
There are always a lot of happy memories associated with "Three Lions" by The Lightning Seeds with Baddiel & Skinner. It's a happy song, the sporting associations are a lot of fun and the summer of '96 was a good time.
There always seemed to be a lot of order, serenity, understanding and contentment in (highlight for spoiler: the world of the mulefa) within Philip Pullman's The Amber Spyglass. It always seemed a little better than that which human nature which could achieve to me.
I don't have a natural-seeming answer here, so it's going to be rather a convoluted answer here: the picture of the Queen on the back of a £2 coin.
Twelve? That's bordering on taking things a little far, young lady. Nevertheless, here's a first approximation.
"Baa Baa Black Sheep", (arr. Trad). "Mah Na Mah Na", The Muppets. "Rat Rapping", Roland Rat. Those three take me up to about the age of 12.
Handel's Messiah. (Just one song? Zadok the Priest.) "Do They Know It's Christmas?", Band Aid. "Black and White", Michael Jackson. That takes me up to about the age of 17.
"Seasme's Street", The Smart E's. "John Kettley Is A Weatherman", A Tribe of Toffs. (Yes, that is correctly chronologically placed.) "Three Lions", Lightning Seeds, Baddiel and Skinner. That's up to about five years ago. Now it gets hard.
The theme tune to "All-Star Blitz". "The Last",
The weakest contender of the twelve is the Band Aid song, but I'm struggling to think of a replacement. Maybe we can shunt the timescales a bit and fit "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls in, or perhaps it'll end up being something else from TV or that I sang at some point. Let's quit while we're not too far behind.
Windows 98, the installation CD with the driver for my ISDN modem, the installation CD with the driver for my video card, the installation CD with the driver for my sound card and Civilization II. What? Don't you want to be able to get back onto the Internet and get your music that way? (Solutions involving one Linux CD and four music CDs get due, but grudging, respect.)
Superman in a heartbeat. Moral ambiguity and darkness are not desirable characteristics in my book. (Ooh, I hear the intake of breath from you Snape fans from here...)
Again, I don't have a natural-seeming answer here, so I'm going to have to go for something artificial, constructed and convoluted instead. The White Rabbit from (Alice In) Wonderland.
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Life's too short to make moral judgements about pizza, 39; false. Nevertheless, I'd prefer my pizza to be a pineapple-free zone and I'll even pick my chunks off.
Inobtrusive mid-blue. It's what I'm wearing now, it's what I tend to wear most frequently. Can't go wrong with it. That's the colour I'd like to be, at least - and, as this is my survey, I can.
There are some obvious cheesy answers - favourite ladies' favourite underwear and the like. It would be prestigious, but hardly fun, to be one of the international standard kilograms. Let's go for Blackpool Tower; always a lot of fun going on inside me, usually full with lots of happy people.
A big, furry panda who lives in the wild rather than in a zoo. In both cases.
An elaborate Nerf Gun. Fun to play with, not at all practical, thought of as being harmless but capable of putting someone's else out if people don't take care with me.
Only when I spill juice or similar over me. The closest I come in practice are some beigey light browns which might possibly be considered very dark orange if you're willing to stretch. Orange is a colour I only like in ducks' beaks and feet - and, in practice, they tend to be more brown than orange, anyway.
How the deity feels humans should live their lives.
Google says
FALSE
so I do too.Fair Trades and Dilemmas
This is definitely a "depends", as they used to say in Scruples, but it's definitely one which is on the "yes" side. Let's put a couple of markers down: if I just lost my desire to have sex and in return would get, say, powers typical of that of a stereotypical storybook wizard of similar age, then I'd accept like a shot. If I retained my sexual desires, could never do anything to alleviate my sexual frustration for fear of crippling and eternal pain and only had the sort of untrained powers that could not be manifested deliberately, that would be a reluctant "no". I suspect the truth may lie somewhere between the two.
Possibly none under the right circumstances. If you imagine a show with a well-respected psychologist / sex therapist giving you a half-hour televised interview and lots of world-class, personally-tailored advice, where I and the doctor were both naked, I'd do that and some appropriate poses without charge. If I had no control over what the pose would be used for and knew that it was going to be used to embarrass me and my family as much as possible, £BIGNUM - a "practically close to infinity" sum which translates to about £15,000,000. By way of a mid-point, a load of cheeky exhibitionists posing full-frontal and alone, one after each other, by way of silly softcore non-contact porn: about £14,000 or so. (That started at 50 grand and, well, came down a bit.) That's approximately £13,950 more than I would get.
- a complete idiot with a charming personality
- intellectually brilliant but have no friends?
Got to be the former. The latter gets kicked out of Big Brother early, the former tends to do rather better and sometimes even wins. Good metaphor for life, that.
What sort of a jerk would write a question as long as that? I'd like to run a high-quality social club primarily regarded as a destination for people to come and meet to play games of all sorts, to learn about new games and the like. It would serve food and drinks in comfortable surroundings, but the main attraction would be the games, the comfortable surroundings and the fine company. From time to time we would get special guests in, run competitions, organise particularly unusual games and the like. I'd like this business eventually to go national, maybe even global, but I'd like my own involvement just to be with running one such club.
I'd like to think I would, but it would depend very much on the loved one and the circumstances; if they were going to die immediately, or if I had reason to believe that they wouldn't live another week (or that they would live without me being able to give them a proper goodbye) then I would be more likely to do it, if they were going to die in (unknown amount of time + 1 year) rather than (unknown amount of time) then I doubt I would.
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