Half Dozen of the Other

Some questions surreptitiously borrowed from here.

1) What section of the news do you read first?

The front page.  It’s the front page for a reason.  Although that is not a hard and fast rule.  If I am sitting down to READ a newspaper, it’s pretty much front to back.  However, dependent upon the newspaper and the day, I may head to the Arts section first, or Sports, or the Comics.  Whim, you are my muse!

2) If you could break one of the Ten Commandments for ‘free’, which one would you break?

I break all of them on a fairly regular basis, so I would say this question is pretty much moot.

3) In what ways do you stand out?

I am shaped like a pear perched atop two pretzel rods.

4) Can you fake any accents?

One of my favorite things to do is mess with accents.  My English accent is ok, I do a ragged Scottish brogue, my Irish lilt is passable at best, I do a very convincing Russian, I don’t try Arabic too often because it comes out as embarrassingly stereotypical.  My Aussie accent is atrocious.   I am not very good at doing a gentlemanly Southern drawl, but I can throw out a hillbilly accent when needed. I have the Minnesotan accent nailed cold.

5) Do you think you’ll ever try living in another country?

No, but if I had a choice, I would opt for a Scandinavian country (yeah, you know, them dang socialists, where the whole country is REALLY happy! Imagine that!), Switzerland or England.  Why?  They intrigue me and I like different things about each of them.

6) Would you rather have one free trip to space or free international travel for life?

This is a surprisingly difficult question to answer!  Quality over quantity?  Space has always held a bit of awe for me, and the thought of passing through the atmosphere and experiencing the expanse of everything beyond is… breathtaking.  However, there is SO much to discover here, so much quality and vibrancy.  Yeah, I’ll take the international travel please, because it would make me a better human being.

7) What’s your middle name? Do you like it?

Gilmer.  I do.  I wear it as a point of pride now.  I was named for my Uncle Gil who died before I was born.  He was a game warden while living in Littlefork, MN and died in an automobile accident  in the line of duty.  When I was young and foolish and afraid of being different, it was a name I did not share freely.  It’s a name that deserves to be shared.

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