16 January 2006
All four one and one four all
I was going to pass this one by, but Diane asked, and, well, Diane is swearing off one of those horrid drugs these days it's the one that involves sticking burning leaves in your mouth so I don't want to get on her Bad Side, assuming she has a Bad Side. So here come the Fours, and none of them are in any particular order:
Four jobs you've had in your life:
- Flunky at Mickey D's. To my surprise, I was a fairly accomplished grillperson, though I was not especially good at the front taking orders. I attribute this to being still adolescent and very, very shy.
- Mimeograph operator. This was during my last year in the Army, when not only did I have to type up thousands of pages of orders, but reproduce them for distribution to the ten or twenty places that got a copy of each page.
- Taco tucker. Filthy as this may sound, it was simply a fast-food job.
- Equipment surplus specialist. Actually, I don't know what the full-fledged title for this was it was a temp job, and a brief one at that but it was way cool. The cable company feared that old converter boxes might fall into the wrong hands and ultimately cost them some money, so they paid half a dozen of us to load up the vans and cart them off to an auto-salvage yard. As they moved the remains of vehicles into position in the crusher, we'd dash in and drop converter boxes on top of the seats.
Four movies you could watch over and over:
- West Side Story. Yeah, I know, it's just Romeo and Juliet in New York, but I really like Romeo and Juliet. And New York.
- Airplane! Surely you can't think of a funnier film. (I can't. And don't call me Shirley.)
- Goldfinger. Of all the 007 films, this is the one where they reached the perfect balance of suspense and silliness.
- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Because once I see it twenty or thirty times, I might actually understand all the twists and turns.
Four places you've lived:
- Waukegan, Illinois. The first place I lived; I remember almost nothing about it, but I did make a point of visiting the town a few years back.
- Corpus Christi, Texas. When I was sevenish. If we actually went to the beach, I don't recall it; since at the time I couldn't swim, this bothers me very little.
- Charleston, South Carolina. Most of the 1960s. Back then it was a sleepy Southern town; it's no longer sleepy.
- Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Where I live now. When I first came here, in the 1970s, it was a sleepy Southwestern town; it's starting to wake up.
Four places you've been on vacation:
- Lake Buena Vista, Florida (1980). The de rigueur trip to the House of the Mouse. I discovered that there are two ways to do this: spend a lot of money, or spend a lot more money. Sweating is mandatory either way.
- Cleveland, Ohio (2001). Mostly because people will not believe that anyone goes to Cleveland willingly. I've been back twice since.
- Fargo, North Dakota (2004). For people who love the idea of Minnesota but don't actually want to live there. Incredibly nice in the summer. I won't get within 800 miles of the place in the winter.
- Augusta, Maine (2005). Because I suppose I'm a Mainiac at heart, and because I loved the idea of going to a place where seafood is king and then not ordering any.
Four blogs you visit daily: More like forty-four, but here are the first ones I usually hit:
- James Lileks' The Bleat
- The Dawn Patrol
Four of your favorite foods:
- Southern-fried chicken. Doesn't have to be from Kentucky there are places in Maryland, fergoshsakes, which can do the job.
- The classic hot-fudge sundae. I see it on a menu and I cringe, knowing resistance is futile.
- Stuffed grape leaves. Actually, we were broke growing up, so we used cabbage; it's an old family recipe, which I can't duplicate to save my life. (My brother, the rotter, apparently can.)
- Fajitas. Beef, chicken, pork, for all I know they can make them out of carpet strips; just save some for me.
Four places you'd rather be: This involves company, rather than locations, and I don't think I want to get too awfully specific. Sorry.
Four albums you can't live without: Assuming compilations are forbidden:
- Abba, Waterloo. More hooks than your average workbench pegboard, and before they started drifting into We Are Pop Stars territory.
- Mike Oldfield, Tubular Bells. For some reason, it never seems to sound the same twice.
- King Crimson, In the Court of the Crimson King. The Godfather of prog rock, and as menacing as the description implies.
- Led Zeppelin, Led Zeppelin II. Highest gold-to-dross ratio known to man; even the songs that suck ("The Lemon Song," mostly) don't suck very much.
Four vehicles you've owned:
- 1966 Chevrolet "Chevy II" Nova. Anvil-like straight six, two-speed Powerglide, and sheet metal the general thickness of Puffs, and not Posh Puffs either.
- 1975 Toyota Celica GT. I drove this thing for over a decade; to this day my back hurts. On the other hand, this is where I learned how to double-clutch.
- 1984 Mercury Cougar. Absolutely the best interior, and absolutely the worst powertrain, of anything I've ever driven for more than one day.
- 1993 Mazda 626. Probably saved me from an old age filled with Crown Victorias and the like.
Four people to be tagged: Take it if you want it. I'm not one to be pushy.
Posted at 6:17 AM to Screaming Memes
I still have the vinyl of In The Court of the Crimson King. That album cover is something else.
I also keep a jar of Smucker's Hot Fudge sauce handy. LOL AND I can fry chicken with the best of them. They'd take my Southern Woman license away if I couldn't.
The guy that lives on the corner of my block has a '66 Nova. He keeps it in the garage though. I've NEVER seen him drive it, but I see him working on it from time to time and saw him back it out of the driveway up onto ramps so it runs. I'd be driving it!
Thanks for participating, I enjoyed reading your answers. I also read your FAQ and I imagine if I used the term BBS you'd know exactly what I was talking about. So many don't. :)
Actually, I had a BBS in the middle 1980s, and even moderated a FidoNet echomail conference until 1991 or so.
Ah, the good old days of the BBS's!
Ya know, I just foound out, after working for him for almost a year, that my supervisor is Jubal of Jubal's Hollow. Talk about weird!
(Fortunately he doesn't remember BQ, so I still have a job!)
How could anyone not remember BQ?
(Okay, I'll shut up now.)
Shucks! I can't believe Donnaville made it into the first 4 (out of 44) visited blogs! THANKS! :-) I usually visit Dustbury somewhere between 4 and 44 times a day.
And if you were using cabbage instead of grape leaves, well, that is what my family calls halupki. I can give you a recipe if interested!
I'm honored to be named in such exalted company. Thanks, Charles!
From Lileks' web tribute to his hometown, Fargo sounds like a nice place to visit. In summer, of course.
I always liked the World Group BBS's. I miss Crossroads of the Elements sometimes. LOL