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magicicada) wrote2004-02-11 03:25 pm
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drivingblind
if you want your own questions, reply with a request and a good song.
1. What happens if Sylvia turns out to be far cleverer than her parents, early in life (how will you contain the resulting mayhem)?
Jeff: contain?
Jenn: put away the lighter fluid
Seriously though, we'll cope. If she's truly clever, we may have some hope of explaining why certain mayhems are best to be avoided. I'm hoping that if we give her enough outlets for fun/love/learning, she might have no need of discovering the more destructive outlets until she's much older. It's hard to say this early, but she is not a terribly destructive child. She is quite methodical and yet fun loving at the same time.
2. Your soul is a work of stained glass. Describe it.
Soul a Mio
The light, the bars, the cage
Reaching in and out through
Blue and Red
Light transcendent
Light descending
The sphere, the planes, of love
Orange and Aquamarine
Contained and containing
Escaped and escaping
The center too bright to see,
The bars the harness bold,
The bright beyond in me.
---
2 min, i'm not even looking back at it. i'll scrub and polish later and see if i've got anything here.
3. Warren Zevon, God, and Jeff walk into a bar. Finish the joke.
Jeff and God proceed to truly fsck up the Wi-Fi, while Zevon provides a soundtrack. The bartender turns to God and says, "What the hell do you think you're doing". God does the zap thing and says, "Daemons everywhere"
A secondary joke would be the existence of McCafe, snooty coffee stores with wi-fi access located inside McDonalds presumably complete with McBaristas.
4. Vast microscopic civilizations live on every mote of dust. Who are the famous persons of the one nearest you?
Answer B. (Answer A was deleted due to it's inflammatory content) Lucinda the Mote Dancer, Irmagine and her invisible squadron of death and Zeb, good for nothing boyfriend of both of them who makes his living selling their naked pictures to the tabloids.
5. Invent a color.
Iplagine - the color of a hibernating cicada's shell while it dreams about the sky.
if you want your own questions, reply with a request and a good song.
1. What happens if Sylvia turns out to be far cleverer than her parents, early in life (how will you contain the resulting mayhem)?
Jeff: contain?
Jenn: put away the lighter fluid
Seriously though, we'll cope. If she's truly clever, we may have some hope of explaining why certain mayhems are best to be avoided. I'm hoping that if we give her enough outlets for fun/love/learning, she might have no need of discovering the more destructive outlets until she's much older. It's hard to say this early, but she is not a terribly destructive child. She is quite methodical and yet fun loving at the same time.
2. Your soul is a work of stained glass. Describe it.
Soul a Mio
The light, the bars, the cage
Reaching in and out through
Blue and Red
Light transcendent
Light descending
The sphere, the planes, of love
Orange and Aquamarine
Contained and containing
Escaped and escaping
The center too bright to see,
The bars the harness bold,
The bright beyond in me.
---
2 min, i'm not even looking back at it. i'll scrub and polish later and see if i've got anything here.
3. Warren Zevon, God, and Jeff walk into a bar. Finish the joke.
Jeff and God proceed to truly fsck up the Wi-Fi, while Zevon provides a soundtrack. The bartender turns to God and says, "What the hell do you think you're doing". God does the zap thing and says, "Daemons everywhere"
A secondary joke would be the existence of McCafe, snooty coffee stores with wi-fi access located inside McDonalds presumably complete with McBaristas.
4. Vast microscopic civilizations live on every mote of dust. Who are the famous persons of the one nearest you?
Answer B. (Answer A was deleted due to it's inflammatory content) Lucinda the Mote Dancer, Irmagine and her invisible squadron of death and Zeb, good for nothing boyfriend of both of them who makes his living selling their naked pictures to the tabloids.
5. Invent a color.
Iplagine - the color of a hibernating cicada's shell while it dreams about the sky.
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