oh, look – it’s random pointless question time

Because it’s the weekend, and I have nothing of general interest to say. Which means… survey time! One of those strange random ones that’s currently making the rounds. I have a feeling the font is going to be all screwed up too, since it’s certainly looking all screwed up as I type, but whatever.

How much do you look your age?
Oh, here we go – flinging ourselves directly into Bizarro Sentence StructureTown! How much do I look my age??? Right much as of late, apparently. At least nobody ever expresses surprise at how old I really am anymore. Although I did get carded buying beer the other day. I said, "WHAT?? You are kidding, right??!!??" And the eight year old cashier just looked at me and said, "No. I need to see your ID. NOW."

I started to say tell her I’ve been old enough to buy beer since before she was born, but bit my tongue. Then Baker B and I got carded again a few days later so I think they were having some weird College Town Crack-Down. I  forget which of us was actually buying the wine, but Baker B said something to the cashier about how he’s NEARLY FIFTY YEARS OLD and she said, ‘Oh, we have to card EVERYBODY!"

Except the guy behind us, who was probably 70. Baker B still pointed out that he didn’t get carded. The cashier just laughed nervously. And we took our wine and got out of there.

Last text?
That would be never. I’ve never texted.

Are you waiting for something?
I’m waiting for Flickr to get my pictures loaded up. It’s taking foooooooooorever. It always takes forever. And there are always four or five that don’t make it, and I have to try those again. And then one or two of those won’t make it, and I have to try those again. I guess I shouldn’t complain – at least I can load them up here, now that we’re rid of dial up. Even if it does take all night.

Okay, you want to know what else I’m finding real annoying? Suddenly I’m not getting the little red squiggly lines to let me know when I’m misspelling something. I have no idea what’s happened, but I need those little squiggly lines. I certainly can’t tell. Even worse, I’m using Baker B’s computer so that I can keep an eye on Flickr, and his word processer won’t let me paste my entries into it to check my spelling. What in the hell is up with THAT?? It says my selection is too large. Even if it’s one sentence. One sentence the size of that last five-word sentence. So I guess I’m going to have a whole lot of misspellings going on, unless I can get the OD spellcheck to work, and I’ve NEVER had any luck with it.

Have you ever thought about converting your religion?
Well, sure. I’ve thought about converting it into something more economical. And sportier.

Last thing you drank?

A sip of the Estancia chardonay I’m having a glass of. Estanzia? Estancia, I think.

Who do you most look like in your family?
I’ve always been told I look like my mother. Which is a good thing. 

Did you have a dream last night?

I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately, but never quite remember them.

How many piercings do you have?
Just my two ears. Once each.

If you could have something right now, what would it be?
A spellchecker. And something to make the formatting in this entry stop being so obnoxious. As in when I backspace over one character, the entire sentence vanishes. And reappears somewhere completely different. And the cursor keeps going to really strange places. And how about a nice normal word processing program that you can actually copy and paste into?? Oh, and while I’m at it, I’d like Flickr to hurry the hell up and quit getting stuck and having to try again.

Can you sleep in jeans?
I can sleep in pretty much anything, anywhere.

Does anyone call you babe?
No – I don’t think I’ve ever been called "babe" in my life.

What can’t you wait for?
To get done with this survey. For once it’s because everything BUT the survey itself is getting on my nerves, though. And to go to Charleston. I don’t know when that’s going to happen. We’ve got to get someone hired for my old job first.

Have your parents ever smoked pot?
Hahahahahahaha!!!! I really really really doubt it. 

Are you good at giving directions?
I’m probably the worst direction-giver on the planet. I can draw a decent map, but I am beyond hopeless at verbal directions. Mostly because I can’t tell right from left, and I never know exactly where I am. I still remember trying to tell someone in Asheville how to get from Earth Fare to downtown, and watching them drive off in exactly the wrong direction. Unfortunatly I am always getting asked directions.

Oh, great!! ONE WORD exceeds the size limit for pasting into that bastardly word processing program. Well, one of the words I can NEVER spell is "unfortunatly’ and I am SO not going back and forth trying to figure it out.

Who was your last text from?

I think it was from Verizon. I think because I changed my password and they were alerting me. I’ve never gotten one from a real live person. Probably because I’ve never sent one to a real live person. 

What is your favourite thing to eat with peanut butter?
I can’t think of too many things that I don’t like with peanut butter. Including just plain old peanut butter. Probably crackers, though. Good crackers.

What do you currently hear right now?

Hahahaha!!! Very appropriately, I hear George Harrison singing Crackerbox Palace. Which is where I feel like I’m living about right now. Good timing, iPod! I really need to get off the computer.

Could you go out in public looking like you do now?

Yes, but I’d need to comb my hair. And probably get the mascara rings out from under my eyes.

Oh, good, it’s over. I’m not too sure this was worth the effort.