Kind of Funny

So this is a fun game that Max posted as a mySpace bulletin, that I thought I'd share with you all in case you're bored (which you probably are because after all you are checking my blog). I erased her answers and put my own and it was really freaky because we both got the same song for "What is 2+2?" (We Will Rock You).

RULES:
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Brooklyn Stars

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Satisfied Mind

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Damn Love Song

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
The World at Large

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Jacksonville

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Tragedy

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Say You Love Me

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Out of Your Mind

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?
You're Missing

WHAT IS 2 + 2?
We Will Rock You

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Hey Jane

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Angel from Montgomery

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
More Love

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Favorite

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Clap Your Hands!

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Rock N Roll

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Old Time's Sake

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST??
Sugar Boy

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
La Tortura

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Bright Future in Sales

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Forever Young

Part II

These photos were taken on the ferry ride out to San Juan Island.

The Oregon Coast

Got my photos developed and I'll post the promised San Juan/Vancouver shots in my next few installments of why I fucking love the northwest. But first these ones at the beginning of the roll that I took when I went camping in April on Cape Lookout (near Tillimook).

A Little Late Now

I just took an informative quiz called "What should you have done after high school?" Apparently I should have done one of two things. Of course, I didn't do either.

They also had one called "What college major are you/should you be?" It was obviously geared towards those in college/about to go to college and not those 3 years out of college retrospectively evaluating major life decisions, but I thought I'd take it anyway as it might validate my decision to major in English, even though my decision to attend an Ivy League school had been way off base. But no, apparently my choice of concentration was also misguided.

Miscellanea

• I have two items currently checked out of the library titled "Spellbound." One is a recent documentary about spelling bees and the other is a book about the "surprising origins and astonishing secrets of English spelling" ("Why doesn't 'cough' rhyme with 'dough'? Why don't we spell words the way they sound? Is there a rhyme and reason to the English language?") Yeah. I'm not a nerd at all.
  
• Thanks to Lindsay, the original wacky hat is now back in my posession. Now, how to work Uncle Sam into my duck tour?
• For all of you keeping tabs, the Speedster's odometer now reads 1375.9.
  
• Emily Saliers (1/2 of the Indigo Girls, for all of you who aren't quite as obsessed) jogged right past me the other day as I was showing my parents the Seattle waterfront.
  

Two Rolls of Film

And all of the pictures are going to look the same--mountains, ocean, sky. Can't get enough.

San Juan Island & Vancouver.
I'll post pictures when I get the film developed. I should get a digital camera.

The 'Rentals Are Here!

Ducking Out of Work

So I called out sick for work tomorrow because I sound like a frog, not a duck.

Sorry, this strikes me as funny because I just got back from dinner at Becca & Emily's new apartment on Capitol Hill, and while they make very good food (a Chinese tofu & brown rice dish where one of the letters is either a "p" or a "b" and homemade mint chocolate ice cream), they also make very bad animal puns (somehow a slightly askew lid on a mug reminded them both of steaming porpoises).

Another Duck Day

After my third tour today I'm hanging out in the ticket booth when Ryan (the operations manager) says to me, "So, do you remember on your 12:30 tour . . ." and I freeze, thinking he's going to tell me that I hit another car without noticing. ". . . there was a tall guy with blond hair," he continues. Now I'm thinking the guy complained or something-- maybe he was offended by one of my jokes or maybe he had his hand out the window and lost an arm when we turned a corner, I don't know. "Yeah, did anyone tell you who he was?" I didn't remember anyone on my second tour except for the twenty or so little girls with blond hair and freckles who all looked like sisters, or at least cousins. Well, there were probably only eight or so, but they were all wearing pink and it was a little overwhelming. My tour is not generally a hit with small children, especially when they ask me questions, like "What does that red button do?" and I say that it makes us fly. Yeah, don't ever tell a six year old boy that the Duck has a magical flying button. Anyway, I digress. Apparently the father of several of these blond girls was someone who used to play for the Mariners. That's one of the downfalls to being a Seattle tour guide that moved to Seattle approximately three months ago. I had no idea who he was, which is probably good. I can't imagine having a famous person on my tour. It's hard enough entertaining regular people.

So then I see Dean-o (the critic/comedian) hanging around right before my next tour and I'm hoping he's not riding on my tour yet again. Well, he's not, but it's worse. He has told his Australian friends that they should take my tour and he tells me I should do a joke about how I could move the steering wheel to the other side. Of course, I try to switch it up a little and so I end up saying something about how I like to have Australians riding on the duck because if I ever get pulled over for driving on the wrong side of the road I can just say, "Sorry, officer, see they're from Australia and I just wanted to make them feel at home." Wow. Only after typing that up do I fully realize how awful that "joke" is; even if I hadn't completely butchered the delivery I'm sure I still would have got the same blank stares. Oh well.

Why I Love My Mom

Her most recent envelope of newspaper clippings and other assorted reading material included: an article called "The Shaker Spirit: Hands to God," an EnvironmentMassachusetts newsletter,
an interview with a woman who wrote a biography on Edith Wharton, the latest Boldly Brown fundraising newsletter, "Souls of the new machine: how our reliance on the online universe can endanger the vital tool of narrative," and an obituary from the Globe of a pioneering lesbian journalist.