Monday MEME

Like I am going to Blog on Facebook is Monday’s Meme


Facebook has this notebook thing that people treat as a blog or an overly personal journal.* So far I have been tagged by three different note meme’s. For Facebook. As if I am going to add FB to the already too long list of things I need to write.

My husband even tagged me.

A good meme idea too which meant there was no way I was going to waste it on Facebook.

Rules:
1. Put your music library on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write that song title as the answer to the question, no matter how silly it sounds! Most of the time they seem to work though, strangely enough.
4. Ok, go!
5. When you’re done, tag 20 people** in this note, and make sure to tag the person who sent you this.

Here are my answers:

1) IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OK?” YOU SAY?
I Think I’ll Just Stay Here (The Gourds)

2) WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
I Got the Feelin (oh, no, no) Neil Diamond

3) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Armagideon Time (The Clash)

4) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
I Hear You Knockin (Dave Edmunds)

5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Real World (Matchbox 20)

6) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Chickaboom (Daddy Dewdrop)

7) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Hold Your Head Up (Argent)

8) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
You Might Think (The Cars)

9) WHAT IS 2+2?
Ski Mask Way (Eminem)

10) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Home of the Blues (JoaquinPhoenix)

11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Saturday Night (The Bay City Rollers)

12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Brooklyn Roads (Neil Diamond – live no less)

13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Chantal Kreviazuk/Feels like Home (Various Artists)

14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Kiss the Bride (Elton John)

15) WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
High highs, Low lows (The Gourds)

16) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Red Ragtop (Tim McGraw – though I am hoping that I have had my last wedding.)

17) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Captain Sunshine (Fucking Neil D. again and still live.)

18) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Afternoon Delight (Starland Vocal Band – and I did not rig this.)

19) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Doctor! Doctor! (The Thompson Twins)

20) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Thrift Store Chair (Everclear. Totally random this shuffle thing.)

21) WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Peg (Steely Dan – and of course I won’t ’cause I don’t blog on Facebook but if you choose to do this you can do as you please.)

No one is tagged. But if you would like to share a song title that defines you at this moment or one that answers one of the meme’s queries, feel free. I always love to hear whatever you have to say.

*Which I seriously wish some of them would not do. Seriously. When I think it is TMI – we are talking me here – it’s time to step far away from the keyboard.

**It’s FB, people. The assumption is that everyone who hasn’t hidden there profiles has a friends’s list in the hundreds.

Being John Malkovich is the Monday Meme


We watched most of the film Being John Malkovich over the weekend. Well, maybe not most. Half at least. I gave up and had to get some sleep right after John Malkovich was John Malkovich, a disturbing statement on a person’s inability to back up from his/her own point of view in order to gain perspective.

This film represents our ongoing quest to exhaust the John Cusack option. The reason I was too tired to finish BJM was that we’d tried to watch Cradle Will Rock first. Twenty-six minutes in, however, Rob invoked a recent film viewing rule we have put in place and pulled the plug.

I am not sure if it was the truly awful acting, or the fact that one of seemingly major sub-plots involved a musical playwright who was talking to someone who could have only been his dead wife – we never did get clarification on that* – but Susan Sarandon’s Transylvanian inspired accent pretty much did the film in for me and poor old Johnny (who was portraying Nelson Rockefeller, really)  barely spoke three lines before Rob invoked the rule.

The rule?

If either of us is bored past coherent thought, the movie is over.

The premise of  Being John Malkovich is people entering a portal into his mind to be John rather than themselves for 15 minutes, a cute twist on the 15 minutes of fame thing. Cusack’s character goes further in that he manages to hijack Malkovich and live through him rather than merely be a vicarious spectator, again interesting indictments of the preoccupation society has with the rich and the famous.

Being me, I went to Wikipedia and found a synopsis of the movie and preferring reading to watching, I find I am satisfied and don’t need to finish viewing. But the idea lingers. Who is my John Malkovich? Whose brain would I crawl into and eyes would I peer out of if given the opportunity?

I really don’t know. There is a line in Sondheim’s Into the Woods where the characters admit that once upon a time they would have traded their lives for someone else’s but that was before their wishes were granted. I felt too once that I would have traded lives with anyone really, but that was before.

Do you have a John Malkovich? Or are you okay looking at life through your own eyes?

 

*Ah, the streak lives and to compound the matter for family movie night, we watched Nim’s Island with Jodie Foster and Gerard Butler. ED gave it to us for Christmas. Within the first minutes the little Nim loses her mother in a tragic whale encounter of biblical proportion. Seriously, can we pick movies or what?

Reviewing is the Monday Meme


This is a neat meme I ran across on another blog. A personal review of the previous year via old blog post. Something of a challenge given that I blog five days a week and sometimes all seven. In fact this post is number 701 in a two and a half year blogging “career”.

So here goes:

January: The first Canadian winter was a festival of critters, anniversaries and bum numbing cold.

February: A tiny writing victory and another funeral.

March: Was honeymooning in a cabin by a pond.

April: Obama, Obama, Obama.

May: Spring cleaning, the now defunct Moms Speak Up contributer gig which began my Internet blogging “career”, and Mother’s Day.

June: Brother drama, a first anniversary of a damn long time and POTUS.

July: The Ghost of Iowa Past, how I always end up sick after a visit to the U.S., skinny bitches.

August: I am Not a Mommy blogger and a couple of birthdays.

September: The end of hump days, lung cancer and Unetaneh Tokef

October: Dying, dying, dead.

November: Memoirs, my Al Pacino moment and NaNoWriMo.

December: A new domain, wee houses and discovering a piece in the puzzle that is my calling.

This is one effing time comsuming meme. No one therefore should fear a tagging. I did find an even greater appreciation of my dear readers as I sifted through the posts of the last year because I posted a shitload of entries, the Tolstoy of blogging. You people are to be commended.

If you feel up to this linking exercise, please link back but don’t feel obligated.