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waitingman has tagged me with 5 questions.1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyric to your current favorite song, or your favorite kind of sandwich, maybe your favorite game. Any remark, meaningless or not.
2. I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in your own post.
5. When others respond with a desultory comment, you will ask them five questions.
1. How have you kept an English accent after all these years?
My theory. *ahem* Two things:
a) I was in England at the age when your accent cements in. You know how kids can absorb a language up to a certain age, then after that they have to learn it? I think it's the same with accents. I was 9 when we arrived and 12 when we left, and that seems to have spanned the required age.
b) It also helped that from an early age I was reading such English standards as Rupert Bear (well, it is part of the family, after all), the Famous Five, Harold Hare and Walter Hottle Bottle. As a result, my speech patterns were rather English to begin with (although I will admit to "whom" being an affectation).
2. First CD played in the new car stereo?
You should know, you forgot to claim it back from me on Monday night :-)
3. The attraction of Z-grade movies?
Not having to take them seriously. In any way. And the more serious they were supposed to be to begin with, the more outrageous they end up.
4. Cryptic crosswords or Sudokus?
Always the Cryptic.
5. Apart from the Chipmunks, which album do you hide, out of shame, from everybody?
If you want one I actually bought for myself, you'd have a problem. I'm prepared to admit I like what I bought :-)
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Date: 2007-09-03 04:54 pm (UTC)Oh will you take me deeper into the wild?
There to awake the sleeper we left as a child
Dark as the silent waters, dark as the deep
Lost in the primal matter
Older than memory
Touched with the knowing
Something like holy
Waiting to to surface and breathe….
Oh will you take me higher into the light?
Call up the shining instant you first felt alive
There in the flash of wonder, there it begins
Air full of crashing thunder
Shocked with the knowing
Naked and trembling
Twist through the helix
Spin to the surface and breathe!
I hear the voice of the Dreaming
I feel the pulse of the stone
And all shining and alive through the Green
I touch the oceans of memory
I taste the core of the sun
And all shining and alive through the Green
Feel in your teeming heartbeat of all living things
Even through steel and concrete the energy sings
Strong as the roaring daylight caught in the leaves
Long as the endless twilight
Brighter than Broadway
Sparked by the living
Something like holy
Breaking the surface to breathe….
I hear the voice of the Dreaming
I feel the pulse of the stone
And all shining and alive through the Green
I touch the oceans of memory
I taste the core of the sun
And all shining and alive through the Green
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Date: 2007-09-04 12:18 am (UTC)We are building it bigger
We are widening the corridors
And adding more lanes
We are building a religion
A limited edition
We are now accepting callers
For these pendant key chains
To resist it is useless
It is useless to resist it
His cigarette is burning
But he never seems to ash
He is grooming his poodle
He is living comfort eagle
You can meet at his location
But you'd better come with cash
Now his hat is on backwards
He can show you his tatoos
He is in the music business
He is calling you "DUDE!"
Now today is tomorrow
And tomorrow today
And yesterday is weaving in and out
And the fluffy white lines
That the airplane leaves behind
Are drifting right in front
Of the waning of the moon
He is handling the money
He's serving the food
He knows about your party
He is calling you "DUDE!"
Now do you believe
In the one big sign
The doublewide shine
On the bootheels of your prime
Doesn't matter if you're skinny
Doesn't matter if you're fat
You can dress up like a sultan
In your onion head hat
We are building a religion
We are making a brand
We're the only ones to turn to
When your castles turn to sand
Take a bite of this apple
Mr. corporate events
Take a walk through the jungle
Of cardboard shanties and tents
Some people drink Pepsi
Some people drink Coke
The wacky morning DJ
Says democracy's a joke
He says now do you believe
In the one big song
He's now accepting callers
Who would like to sing along
He says, do you believe
In the one true edge
By fastening your safety belts
And stepping towards the ledge
He is handling the money
He is serving the food
He is now accepting callers
He is calling me "DUDE!"
Do you believe
In the one big sign
The doublewide shine
On the bootheels of your prime
There's no need to ask directions
If you ever lose your mind
We're behind you
We're behind you
And let us please remind you
We can send a car to find you
If you ever lose your way
We are building a religion
We are building it bigger
We are building
A religion
A limited
Edition
We are now accepting callers...
For these beautiful...
Pendant keychains
Your 5 questions:
Date: 2007-09-04 04:11 am (UTC)2) How did you meet the beautiful
3) Idaho is not a place I know a great deal about. If I were to visit you but only have 2 days there, where would you take me?
4) Which character from history do you see most often mis-interpreted, and what is it that gets your goat?
5) Speaking of goats, what would be your perfect pet?
5 questions for you.
Date: 2007-09-04 04:18 am (UTC)2) If skirts started to be the trend for guys again, would you be a trendsetter and wear one to work, etc?
3) Pacman or DonkeyKong?
4)You've got magical transport to the destination of your choice, but only 48 hours to spend there. Where would you go, and why?
5) Your utterly favourite film star?
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Date: 2007-09-04 08:54 pm (UTC)Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
(Edited because Buzzy stole my poem. I told him to get his own.)
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Date: 2007-09-05 06:08 am (UTC)(i originalee postud thee entiar songe, bute thin i wuz wurreed thet u wud mis thee pointe wiche iz ann importint wun i thinke. itz sertinlee sumthinge thet i liv bie!)
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Date: 2007-09-05 07:34 am (UTC)1) What would it take for you to move from LA?
2) If you could live anywhere in the world, apart from LA, where would it be?
3) What's the biggest earthquake you felt?
4) Describe a food that you would buy or make for someone that you consider reflects your personality.
5) So how did the little tree-rat start off anyway?
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Date: 2007-09-05 07:37 am (UTC)1) How did the whole cough-syrup addiction begin anyway?
2) What is the control you have over Jitters, and how would it be possible to break it?
3) What's the scariest cat you've ever seen?
4) When are you coming back to Australia?
5) Tell me about your parents.
Replying with inappropriate lyrics
Date: 2007-09-06 01:52 am (UTC)I'm an urban guerrilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street-fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
My rising sign is Cancer
I'm a two-tone panther
So let's not talk of love and flowers
And things that don't explode
We've used up all our magic powers
Trying to do it in the road
I'm a political bandit
And you don't understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It is not the way I planned it
I'm society's destructor
I'm a petrol-bomb constructor
I'm a cosmic light conductor
I'm the people's debt collector
So watch out, Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know
I'm an urban ... urban guerrilla
I'm an urban ... urban guerrilla
I'm an urban ... urban guerrilla
I'm an urban ... urban guerrilla
(REPEAT)
Re: Replying with inappropriate lyrics
Date: 2007-09-06 02:39 am (UTC)1) It's a large and scary continent - apart from the Melbourne Goth scene, what else in Australia calls you to it?
2) According to some really dubious sources, some people say that Windsor, Ontario is the wonderfully crime-free area to the north of Detroit, others call it the horrifically drug-soaked gang-infested lower part of Canada that has been infected by the US. What's it really like?
3) If you had to pick one thing that spells the difference between the US lifestyle and the Canadian one, what would that be?
4) Prog rock is such a broad definition. Assuming the usual "wave a magic wand and it happens", which band, alive or dead, would you sell your soul to see (or have you done it already?)
5) With the beautiful
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Date: 2007-09-13 12:04 am (UTC)Must have been a miracle
It's been a hell of ride
Destination still unknown
It's a fact of life:
If you make one wrong move with the gun to your head
You better walk the line or you'll be left for dead
I'm a runaway train on a broken track
I'm a ticker on a bomb, that you can't turn back this time
That's right
I got away with it all and I'm still alive
Let the end of the world come tumbling down
I'll be the last man standing on the ground
As long as Hot blood runs through my veins
I'm still alive
Lost in the night
Feeling so invisible
Oh, a dead man walking the wire
High above the devils net
That's made of fire
And it's a long way down from the top of the world
You better look around or you gonna get burned
I'm a runaway train on a broken track
I'm a ticker on a bomb,that you can't turn back this time
That's right
I got away with it all and I'm still alive
Let the end of the world come tumbling down
I'll be the last man standing on the ground
And as the dust clears look in my eyes
I'm still alive
I'm still alive
The darkest night ain't black enough
To keep the morning light from shinin'
The highest wall ain't tall enough
To keep the smallest man from climbin'
The more that you resist the tide
The more it pulls you in
The more you hang on for your life
(I'm a runaway train on a broken track)
(I'm a ticker on a bomb,that you can't turn back this time)
(that's right)
That's right
I got away with it all and I'm still alive
I'm a runaway train on a broken track
I'm a ticker on a bomb,that you can't turn back this time
That's right
I got away with it all and I'm still alive
Let the end of the world come tumbling down
I'll be the last man standing on the ground
And if my shadow's all that survives
I'm still alive
I'm still alive...
Better late than Bunny Fodder...
Date: 2007-09-14 04:08 am (UTC)2) You're trying to describe yourself with a CD of mixed songs. What are the first three tracks?
3) What brought you to the evil that is alt.devilbunnies anyway?
4) And why a bunny? Why not a big mean tough Fudd
like me?5) Eric sounds lovely - what about him made you first go "Squee"?