No damned way!
Would you ever try to sing along to Ozzy Osbourne? (It's tougher than you think.)
Certainly not chicken! I'd say beef or some such.
Have you ever stapled your own hand by accident?
I don't know whether U want to got out and buy some more crap. Maybe get myself a bottle of beer for tonight. Oh, a bottle of beer sounds good. I might also post a musing that I wrote last night while on the bus.
Double post. *Insert witty apology here.*
Yup. My house is haunted, so going without electricity would be a piece of pish, easy as fuck.
Would you ever get in a boxing ring with Mike Tyson?
Some people at my Pagan moot are psychic, and if I ever wanted to visit one, I'd use one of them, if they wanted to give me a reading. You have to be very careful when visiting a psychic because some just aren't. Those who aren't psychic may use a technique called cold reading. This is when they ask you leading questions that sound like statements. They judge your reaction, through body language, facial expression, and the like, to steer the conversation in a direction that they think you want to hear.
Would you ever do a tarot reading? (I did one on myself on Thursday. I'll admit, I was a little apprehensive at first, because I'd not done tarot before but after I picked the card, it all just seemed natural.)
As a Pagan, I'd be pretty damned hypocritical if I didn't believe in magick.*
What three Stories Space members would you like to have on your zombie apocalypse team?
*To a lot of Pagans, "magick" is the proper spelling of "real magick". The spelling came about when Aleister Crowley was writing about the difference between "real magick/spells" and "show magic/chicanery". He needed something to differentiate them, so came up with that spelling.
Nope. Couldn't stand the smell, apart from anything else.
Would you ever roar like a lion if confronted by a burglar?
Never heard any, but given the chance, I might like them.
Would you ever be self employed?
I'm fucking sick of it,
people stealing my shit.
Get a muse of your own
before I decide to cleave you in half
I'm not even kidding, your work is a laugh.
There's no substance to it,
it's totally shit,
yet you don't realise...
You're a fucking twit.
Fuck off.
Beta carotene. They're full of the stuff.
But, who decided the labels of the colours?
I would, but only if I had to, and it was my very, very last resort. Even at that, I'd probably steal something that I knew the shopkeeper could claim insurance on. Also, I'd steal from a large chain because then they could absorb the loss, even if it meant me going to jail. I'd assume that if I was shoplifting, I'd be in a pretty bad shape financially, probably homeless, in fact, so a little stint in the pokey, would be okay.
Why do we feel the need to be all formal when it comes to job applications?
As I nibble on your ear lobe,
I shall no longer be hungry,
though it is a mere snack,
it is enough to tide me over.
Perhaps I'll have a nice thigh next,
or maybe what lays between them both.
Choices: thigh or that thing that makes you high?
I know what I want...
I'd look inside it, to see if there was any form of ID in it. If there was, I'd take it to the house of the owner and hand it back. I actually did that once, and I used Google to help me track them down. It's scary how much information you can glean from a small amount of information. I was offered a reward, but I told them not to bother. I did it to be kind, not for the money.
If you were in prison, would you ever challenge the Top Dog for supremacy?
As long as I could take Aria, then I'd go with him, no bother.
Would you ever vote for a murderer, who had served their time, if they had policies that you agreed with?
Reasonably well. I sometimes complain, but that's just me bullshitting, really. I've always said that I have a high pain threshold... For a man. That's the kicker right there, 'cause we all know that women have a higher pain threshold than men. My recent trip to the doctor for painkillers was actually quite rare because I really don't like taking anything. I'd far rather have the pain because then I know when to take it easy.
I ramble a lot when answering questions, is it annoying?
If I felt secure enough, and the movie was relaxing/boring enough, I might, especially if we were holding hands or snuggling.
Anyone got a spare couple of grand I can have?
Well, okay, I'm not a massive fan of acrostic poems. They seem to be a bit of a cop-out, but nevertheless, here's one I wrote for Aria, a while ago:
A
Really
Intelligent
And
Kind
Individual
Teasing and
Tempting
Ever beautiful and
Naturally charming:
A.R.I.A.K.I.T.T.E.N
If it was rhinoplasty, then yeah, I would, as long as it was done by a qualified, assured professional, as part of a pro-bono deal they'd struck up with a health board or some such. I'm sick of not being able to breathe properly, and a cosmetic procedure to widen the nasal passages, even though it wouldn't be pleasant, would help with that. Any other surgery, no thanks.
Oh, and, yes, I would pose nude for a magazine. I don't see that there's anything wrong with it, as long as it was tasteful, and not degrading.
Would you ever kiss a shark?
Forever woven in my memory,
will be the day when we meet,
Oh, Kitten, that shall be sweet.
I'll kiss you and hug you,
and you'll make me blush,
I'll spank you
and hug you some more.
I'll probably cry
when we say goodbye,
but know that it ain't forever;
once back home,
I shall not dither,
for the facts I learned,
I shall put to good use,
I'll apply for visas,
apply for jobs,
I'll come back
and be with you,
forever, my love.
Where our hearts may join in love,
there shall be a dove
from above.
Splat it will go,
and we'll say "OH NO!"
Then have it for dinner,
with the great Yul Brynner.
Motorcycle. Ain't been on one in years. Motorbikes are like a blood-borne disease; once you've been on one, you just want to get on another.
Ginger or brunette?