Friday, September 12, 2008


Oh doooood, this is an REALLY old draft that I just found by going through my entries page. This was originally supposed to be posted on January 27th!

The tradition continues - these questions were asked of me from pidge.

1. When dating, what has to happen before you can open up to someone?
Um, well, they have to confess their undying love and devotion and put a huge sparkly ring on the fourth finger of my left hand before I....oh wait, thats not Basically I have to get to know the person.

2. What is the worst memory you have?
Being left alone when I was little little. Of course, my memory is hazy, but I think I remember being in my bedroom watching them drive away. For some reason, I also remember it was sunny that day.
But thats absurd. I was like 4 years old, there must have been SOMEBODY in the house with me.

3. What is the best memory you have?
I have a few, and it's impossible to pick just ONE. But I think...
It was summer, the summer I spent urban camping and tripping out every night with Shawn, the first summer with him. I was partially living at the Y, partially living wherever that nights trip would take us. That night we had a 'floor meeting', so the plan was I would go and then meet Shawn at Major's Hill, and then start a night of tripping. That was the summer that everybody was doing it right along with us, so there was always huge groups of people to hang out with until the drugs took over and we followed where it wanted us to go.
When I arrived on the Hill, Shawn was leaping around ballet-style in the twilight in his white linen pants, and that snippet of memory is burned into my brain as being so ethereal, so carefree - uncaring who was watching, or what anyone thought - just doing what he felt like precisely in the moment.
That insignificant little scene captured the whole essence of that particular summer for me. We were truly free that summer, in a way that I never knew you could be.

4. What is the longest piece of text that you can recite off by heart?
Which is longer, the Canadian Anthem or the poem Flander's Field?

5. What is your favourite thing to do at 9:30 at night?
Usually we're eating dinner at that time or else watching TV or doing both at the same time.

1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyric to your favorite song.
2. I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your blog with the answers to these questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask others in your own post.
5. When others respond with a desultory comment, you will ask them five questions.


Heather said...

The Lesson

Chaos ruled OK in the classroom
as bravely the teacher walked in
the nooligans ignored him
hid voice was lost in the din

"The theme for today is violence
and homework will be set
I'm going to teach you a lesson
one that you'll never forget"

He picked on a boy who was shouting
and throttled him then and there
then garrotted the girl behind him
(the one with grotty hair)

Then sword in hand he hacked his way
between the chattering rows
"First come, first severed" he declared
"fingers, feet or toes"

He threw the sword at a latecomer
it struck with deadly aim
then pulling out a shotgun
he continued with his game

The first blast cleared the backrow
(where those who skive hang out)
they collapsed like rubber dinghies
when the plug's pulled out

"Please may I leave the room sir?"
a trembling vandal enquired
"Of course you may" said teacher
put the gun to his temple and fired

The Head popped a head round the doorway
to see why a din was being made
nodded understandingly
then tossed in a grenade

And when the ammo was well spent
with blood on every chair
Silence shuffled forward
with its hands up in the air

The teacher surveyed the carnage
the dying and the dead
He waggled a finger severely
"Now let that be a lesson" he said

Roger McGough

sarah said...

mmm, kay
1) If the Oldies were gone, and money was no object, what would you do first to revonate your house?

2) Other than NZ/Aus trips, where and when is your next big one? If you don't know yet, where would you LIKE to go?

3) Are you sad that one of your blogs isn't accessible to read anymore? Especially since it was the "planning the wedding" one?

4) If you aren't, why not?

5) Favourite kind of cheese. GO.

Kamie said...

I am a total slacker lately!

Love this song.
The Wreckers

"Stand Still, Look Pretty"

I want to paint my face
And pretend that I am someone else
Sometimes I get so fed up
I don't even want to look at myself

But people have problems that are worse than mine
I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time
And I hate the way you look at me I have to say
I wish I could start over

I am slowly falling apart
I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start
You might think it's easy being me
You just stand still, look pretty

Sometimes I find myself shaking
In the middle of the night
And then it hits me and I can't
Even believe this is my life

But people have problems that are worse than mine
I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time
And I wish that everyone would go and shut their mouths
I'm not strong enough to deal with it