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shalannaHere's a trivial, silly, happy meme that you should probably skip (if you like), but it's meant to relieve the sadness of the political posts and so forth. Got it from alternativechick.
LASTS
last kiss: NYOB
Last sex: Also NYOB
last cigarette: can you have a last if there's never a first? I've always hated them. Had to endure them as a child while parents and EVERYONE smoked and blew it in your face and ashes landed on you and you got burned when they swung their arms out and you were standing there or the butts flew into the back seat when they threw them out the car window from the front seat . . . ack!
last good cry: When the last shred of hope was rejected by the USA. I also cried because of mortality when I saw a cartoon that had a subtext. Mostly, cried all day on election day.
last library book checked out: I quit going when they started selling books that hadn't been checked out in the past year, because now all they do is buy 20 copies of each putrid, simpleton "NYT Best-Selling" book and those are not of interest. Now I pretty much have to buy them at the used book store or browse those huge comfy chain stores that I do so wish my dad had lived to see, 'cause he would have LIVED there, like me. SO, what did I last buy?
Diane Mott Davidson's new mystery, so I could see the structure and see how she carries her readership (because it ain't the plots, baby, IMHO)
last movie seen in a theatre: We quit going because it's just too L*O*U*D, and I also have eye problems with dim lighting and "flashes" from the screen. Last time we went, though, it was for "Men In Black," and we were taking our co-op college students out to the movies. I was working at Alcatel USA then. That must have been, what, 1999?
last cuss word uttered: Sh*t
last beverage consumed: Diet RC Cola (it has Splenda)
food consumed: Can of green beans and salad with creamy Italian dressing
last phone call: Somebody wanting me to leave a donation on the porch for charity
last tv show watched: Actual TV show, right, not the constant newsfeed/MSNBC/CNN stuff that my elderly mother has going 24/7/365 on every TV in the house whenever I'm not explicitly taking the controls??? (bah, I wish she'd read, but she's not gonna start) "Shorties by Shorties," a collection of cartoon shorts that proved to be quite good. That surprised me. I especially appreciated the dad who turned off the lights and all you saw was his Cheshire-cat grin and the cigarette glowing . . . the scary laugh. That was on target. Then I watched the Turner Classic Movies presentation of "China Seas" with Clark Gable and ?Jean Harlow?, but that's not properly a TV show.
last night: I couldn't sleep, but I did get tons done on the edit of my completed novel, and did five pages on the new NaNo novel!
last shoes worn: flip-flops to take the dog out, but before that I had my EasySpirit running shoes on
last cd played: custom misery mix with rock, jazz, folk, and "Behind Blue Eyes" cover by Limp Bizkit (I kind of like it, even though the Who still has the definitive version)
last item bought: Groceries. You can put down that it was the DVD of "Strange Days" intended as a Christmas gift for my brother-in-law,though--that was the last thing they dropped into a sack
last thing downloaded: An add-in for browsers that lets you download an entire website for offline browsing. I mirrored my site and my friend's site immediately, then went to get John Kerry's site, thinking they would probably take down the plans and blogs pretty soon. I had to cancel that one at several hundred meg, but got the blogs and will be reading them again.
last annoyance: LiveJournal dumped an entry I was typing into the "update.bml" window. I'm doing this one in Notepad and will upload.
last disappointment: The American people. Why is it always true that (just as in school) the "popularity contest" meme overthrew sensible reason, and they elected the complete idiot instead of the smart, quick-thinking "professor"? Oh, yeah, I remember--they hate smart people, especially if they show that they're smart. News flash: GWB is not as dumb as he acts (no one could be), and he's very cunning, and will now show his true colors. Let us pray that he really IS a Christian and will WEIGH that crazy advice that he always gets before doing anything drastic.
last soda: Diet RC.
last ice cream eaten: Lord, that would have been around 1999, before I got diagnosed with diabetes. It was some kind of low-carb "no sugar added" confection that just tasted cold. Didn't taste like chocolate chip cookie dough.
last amused: Thought of some old joke punchline and laughed as I watched the dog sniff around for a place that needed watering
last time trippin on drugs?: Never have used any recreational ones. I hate the ones I have to take. I tell you what, though, the last time I had surgery (brain surgery, in fact), they made me take a pill before I was wheeled in there, and my head felt like a balloon that rose to the end of its tether and bounced around the corners of the ceiling. When I awoke, my nose was stuffed with coke (medicinal--they went in through the sinuses. I know you think I am making all that up. I only wish I were. From your thoughts to God's history audit trail buffer!) and I must have been a little bit trippin', but it wasn't anything you would want to repeat, or even do in the first place. Um, do you want me to count the times I went to Jethro Tull concerts, and Cheap Trick once, and Journey, and the Texxas Jam, and the people in front of us were smoking something, and it floated up to surround us? We had to inhale . . . we were breathing. If you don't think breathing is important, try not doing it for a minute or two.
last time in love: I'm still in love with my husband of 20 years (20 years this past October 20th. We couldn't afford the celebration I had always planned, but that was OK, 'cause nobody but my mother and maybe a couple of aunts would have attended!)
last time hugged: Um, I guess last night. I stayed up all night, and he sneaked off to work at the reasonable hour of 8 AM.
last shirt worn: Uh, I have one on now. It's pink, three-quarter sleeves, has a lattice of little roses pattern, has those crimped edges. Very girly.
last time dancing: Actually going out to dance? When we took the college co-ops out to the West End disco downtown. But I'm sure I have danced many a time here at home in front of the stereo and the TV.
1 MINUTE AGO: typing
1 HOUR AGO: paying bills, calling in the car payment for his car, calculating whether we can afford to continue to live (we're going to anyway, though)
1 DAY AGO: running errands, typing, cleaning house, checking on stuff, you know the drill
RANDOM
1. What do you most like about your body? My face/hair
2. And least? I'm fat
3. How many fillings do you have? Um . . . several
4. Do you think you're good looking? Well, *I* always thought so. I'm not disfigured or anything. However, I currently don't meet conventional standards of beauty for resident females in the USA.
5. Do other people tell you that you're good-looking?
FIRSTS
First job: Counting punched cards for my friend's parents' business
First screen name: Shalanna
First funeral: My daddy's in 1974
First pet: Chip and Dale, cats. Also had an aquarium with fish (not named).
First piercing: Ears. One hole each. That's the first and ONLY.
First Kiss: Junior high, Tim Cassidy, at a New Year's Eve party I had thrown.
First one that mattered: Oh, that one was pretty significant. Maybe you are thinking of the big one with my First Serious College Boyfriend and True Love. Can't remember exactly the circumstances of that...oh, wait, I do so. It was at the Texxas Jam. Heart had just done their first encore. We'd been holding hands and doing the cuddle thing. Finally, finally, he worked up the courage. It was his FIRST-EVER kiss. I kid you not. (No, he wasn't gay. Just nerdy-looking and acting. Still is, I am certain.)
First love: Jerry (but he DID turn out to be gay), unless you count Tim, but we were in junior high (7th grade) and we ended up lifelong friends, so I would say that doesn't really count
First True Love: Alan M. (or so I thought at the time)
. . . that's all. . . .
LASTS
last kiss: NYOB
Last sex: Also NYOB
last cigarette: can you have a last if there's never a first? I've always hated them. Had to endure them as a child while parents and EVERYONE smoked and blew it in your face and ashes landed on you and you got burned when they swung their arms out and you were standing there or the butts flew into the back seat when they threw them out the car window from the front seat . . . ack!
last good cry: When the last shred of hope was rejected by the USA. I also cried because of mortality when I saw a cartoon that had a subtext. Mostly, cried all day on election day.
last library book checked out: I quit going when they started selling books that hadn't been checked out in the past year, because now all they do is buy 20 copies of each putrid, simpleton "NYT Best-Selling" book and those are not of interest. Now I pretty much have to buy them at the used book store or browse those huge comfy chain stores that I do so wish my dad had lived to see, 'cause he would have LIVED there, like me. SO, what did I last buy?
Diane Mott Davidson's new mystery, so I could see the structure and see how she carries her readership (because it ain't the plots, baby, IMHO)
last movie seen in a theatre: We quit going because it's just too L*O*U*D, and I also have eye problems with dim lighting and "flashes" from the screen. Last time we went, though, it was for "Men In Black," and we were taking our co-op college students out to the movies. I was working at Alcatel USA then. That must have been, what, 1999?
last cuss word uttered: Sh*t
last beverage consumed: Diet RC Cola (it has Splenda)
food consumed: Can of green beans and salad with creamy Italian dressing
last phone call: Somebody wanting me to leave a donation on the porch for charity
last tv show watched: Actual TV show, right, not the constant newsfeed/MSNBC/CNN stuff that my elderly mother has going 24/7/365 on every TV in the house whenever I'm not explicitly taking the controls??? (bah, I wish she'd read, but she's not gonna start) "Shorties by Shorties," a collection of cartoon shorts that proved to be quite good. That surprised me. I especially appreciated the dad who turned off the lights and all you saw was his Cheshire-cat grin and the cigarette glowing . . . the scary laugh. That was on target. Then I watched the Turner Classic Movies presentation of "China Seas" with Clark Gable and ?Jean Harlow?, but that's not properly a TV show.
last night: I couldn't sleep, but I did get tons done on the edit of my completed novel, and did five pages on the new NaNo novel!
last shoes worn: flip-flops to take the dog out, but before that I had my EasySpirit running shoes on
last cd played: custom misery mix with rock, jazz, folk, and "Behind Blue Eyes" cover by Limp Bizkit (I kind of like it, even though the Who still has the definitive version)
last item bought: Groceries. You can put down that it was the DVD of "Strange Days" intended as a Christmas gift for my brother-in-law,though--that was the last thing they dropped into a sack
last thing downloaded: An add-in for browsers that lets you download an entire website for offline browsing. I mirrored my site and my friend's site immediately, then went to get John Kerry's site, thinking they would probably take down the plans and blogs pretty soon. I had to cancel that one at several hundred meg, but got the blogs and will be reading them again.
last annoyance: LiveJournal dumped an entry I was typing into the "update.bml" window. I'm doing this one in Notepad and will upload.
last disappointment: The American people. Why is it always true that (just as in school) the "popularity contest" meme overthrew sensible reason, and they elected the complete idiot instead of the smart, quick-thinking "professor"? Oh, yeah, I remember--they hate smart people, especially if they show that they're smart. News flash: GWB is not as dumb as he acts (no one could be), and he's very cunning, and will now show his true colors. Let us pray that he really IS a Christian and will WEIGH that crazy advice that he always gets before doing anything drastic.
last soda: Diet RC.
last ice cream eaten: Lord, that would have been around 1999, before I got diagnosed with diabetes. It was some kind of low-carb "no sugar added" confection that just tasted cold. Didn't taste like chocolate chip cookie dough.
last amused: Thought of some old joke punchline and laughed as I watched the dog sniff around for a place that needed watering
last time trippin on drugs?: Never have used any recreational ones. I hate the ones I have to take. I tell you what, though, the last time I had surgery (brain surgery, in fact), they made me take a pill before I was wheeled in there, and my head felt like a balloon that rose to the end of its tether and bounced around the corners of the ceiling. When I awoke, my nose was stuffed with coke (medicinal--they went in through the sinuses. I know you think I am making all that up. I only wish I were. From your thoughts to God's history audit trail buffer!) and I must have been a little bit trippin', but it wasn't anything you would want to repeat, or even do in the first place. Um, do you want me to count the times I went to Jethro Tull concerts, and Cheap Trick once, and Journey, and the Texxas Jam, and the people in front of us were smoking something, and it floated up to surround us? We had to inhale . . . we were breathing. If you don't think breathing is important, try not doing it for a minute or two.
last time in love: I'm still in love with my husband of 20 years (20 years this past October 20th. We couldn't afford the celebration I had always planned, but that was OK, 'cause nobody but my mother and maybe a couple of aunts would have attended!)
last time hugged: Um, I guess last night. I stayed up all night, and he sneaked off to work at the reasonable hour of 8 AM.
last shirt worn: Uh, I have one on now. It's pink, three-quarter sleeves, has a lattice of little roses pattern, has those crimped edges. Very girly.
last time dancing: Actually going out to dance? When we took the college co-ops out to the West End disco downtown. But I'm sure I have danced many a time here at home in front of the stereo and the TV.
1 MINUTE AGO: typing
1 HOUR AGO: paying bills, calling in the car payment for his car, calculating whether we can afford to continue to live (we're going to anyway, though)
1 DAY AGO: running errands, typing, cleaning house, checking on stuff, you know the drill
RANDOM
1. What do you most like about your body? My face/hair
2. And least? I'm fat
3. How many fillings do you have? Um . . . several
4. Do you think you're good looking? Well, *I* always thought so. I'm not disfigured or anything. However, I currently don't meet conventional standards of beauty for resident females in the USA.
5. Do other people tell you that you're good-looking?
FIRSTS
First job: Counting punched cards for my friend's parents' business
First screen name: Shalanna
First funeral: My daddy's in 1974
First pet: Chip and Dale, cats. Also had an aquarium with fish (not named).
First piercing: Ears. One hole each. That's the first and ONLY.
First Kiss: Junior high, Tim Cassidy, at a New Year's Eve party I had thrown.
First one that mattered: Oh, that one was pretty significant. Maybe you are thinking of the big one with my First Serious College Boyfriend and True Love. Can't remember exactly the circumstances of that...oh, wait, I do so. It was at the Texxas Jam. Heart had just done their first encore. We'd been holding hands and doing the cuddle thing. Finally, finally, he worked up the courage. It was his FIRST-EVER kiss. I kid you not. (No, he wasn't gay. Just nerdy-looking and acting. Still is, I am certain.)
First love: Jerry (but he DID turn out to be gay), unless you count Tim, but we were in junior high (7th grade) and we ended up lifelong friends, so I would say that doesn't really count
First True Love: Alan M. (or so I thought at the time)
. . . that's all. . . .
