We're going meta today: What questions would you'd like to see become QoTDs?
When did you first realize you were ___________? Was this experience positive or negative?
What will your obituary say? What won't make it in?
Do you believe in (a) God? If not, why not?
What was your most memorable or favorite school field trip?
Growing up in the suburbs of Washington, D.C. meant the field trips tended to be a round of rides on the Metro into one Smithsonian museum after another. I have vague memories of a disastrous trip to the National Zoo that may have culminated in both losing a camera and getting birdshit-bombed.
This would have been taken on a Sony Mavica FD-73 on a floppy disk that plugged into the camera's body. I bought it at the Sears
in downtown Oakland, California, in the first week of July in 2000. This would've been the second time I'd grown my hair out from a shorn scalp. The first time had to've been on my ex-girlfriend's suggestion in early to mid-1998. She was Jamaican-American and I guess she got tired of seeing me come back from the barber on 14th Street with a high-and-tight fade 'do. That's probably the only time I listened to her and it stuck.
Pretty savior-centric, sis. You WILL believe Jesus is magic. When I could, I focused on the media over the message.
- The kid with the cameraphone producing what Frank Langella-as-Perry White calls an "iconic" picture vs. poor Sam Huntington-as-Jimmy Olsen's vague blur-caps. Kevin Spacey-as-Lex Luthor's goons documenting the evil-that-they-do with video cameras.
- Kate Bosworth-as-Pulitzer-Prize winning editorial writer Lois Lane) clearly bugging the h-e-double-hockey-sticks out of Peta Wilson's spokeswoman with persistent questions about the shuttle launch, plus the one about why a single network was covering one particular related event.
- A Daily Planet story meeting like none I've ever seen. And then, the next day? An elevator full of silent riders with their eyes glued to the newspaper.
Spacey? Scenery-chewing goodness from start to finish. Parker Posey? Not enough scenery left for her. Kal Penn? Screen time yay, but not a single word. Bosworth/Routh/Marsden? Bland. Marlon Brando? Surprisingly good for someone dead two years.
allaboutgeorge: Gwen. In *new hometown*
allaboutgeorge: Requires radical reorienting!
gwen: it's only a couple miles
gwen: technically i could bike htere
gwen: [i'm not sure if i was typing here or there, but i guess it doesn't matter]
gwen: i'm not going through that tunnel though
allaboutgeorge: I'm blogging this
allaboutgeorge: as "Gwen invents a new word."
gwen: right now?
Htere. When it doesn't matter if you're here or there.
When A. and I lived on 13th Street in downtown Oakland four or five years ago, I remember going up to our building's roof and looking southwest to Jack London Square and northwest to Berkeley for distant flares through thin fog and low clouds.