Saturday, October 1, 2005

The Saturday Six

Picture from Hometown

1. How many AOL J-landers have you actually met in person?

Two new ones:  Toonguy (three if you count Simwarford, who comments often in Toonguy's journal) and Ksquester.  My son and my daughter (obviously), Boodotte (although her entries are few and far between), and Qwkwit, who was here in July.

2. How many photos that you have taken yourself are hanging on display in your home in a size of 8x10 or larger?  (The print, not the frame!)

Oops, I mis-understood this one at first.  I have NO photos on display that I took myself.

3. How far do you live from your job?  Job?  I'm supposed to have a job?  When I worked, it was about 20 miles to my job. 

What is your commute time like?  It was very nice; no freeways, no heavy traffic, and the most interesting driver you have ever met. 

Has the distance prompted you to consider alternative transportation because of gas prices?  I car-pooled anyhow, since I don't drive.  Cliff carpools too, and did so before the recent hike in gasolineprices.

4. Take this
quiz:   What decade does your personality live in?

your personality is living in the 1950s! 

this does not surprise me; I loved the '50s.

Kris:  What is the funniest, most original Halloween costume you've ever seen?

My mom once was a gorilla for a Church Halloween party.  Unbelievable!

Courtenay: What is your favorite paragraph in a literary work?  This might be a thought, or a message, or a descriptive passage which has remained in your consciousness throughout the years.  Be sure to post the name of the book and author.

 William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It)

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard*,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the canon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon* lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.



lv2trnscrb said...

Great answers; I bet your mom was a great gorilla! I was in the 1950s too for my decade!


toonguykc said...

I was in the 1990's -- which will always be my favorite decade.  Amen.

jevanslink said...

I'm locked into 1978 myself, the year I got divorced.  Also love that speech from Shakespeare. Mrs. L

csandhollow said...

Nomeetings=( no pictures,At my job!,1950's for me,