Odd Survey

This one’s fun:

Grab the book nearest you – turn to page 18 and read line 4:
My Book Port was closest, so I grabbed it and went to line 4 of whatever book it landed me in. It reads: “New York had actually lost ground.” – The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America. A fascinating, anecdotal–but well-researched and excellently-written–account of events at the Chicago World’s Fair centering on the two most influential men (one for the good, and one for … well … for eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeviiiiiiiiiiiiiiil). Honestly, I can barely put it down. (Oh, and this title is available through Book Share as well.

Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. You’re touching:
Alas, naught but air. But if we swivel 30 or so degrees to port … Hmm. A brush with a hair tie on the handle, some bracelets, and a blouse on top of a Windows XP box. Hmmmm.

What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Kyle XY. I thought it was the series finale, but that’s next Monday night. YAY!

Without looking, guess what time it is:
8:01 p.m.

Now look at the clock:
7:48.

With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The fridge hum, Glen Beck on TV, and Some guy saying “Maggie, Maggie, Maggie” far off outside.

When did you last step outside?
When I Got off the 18 in the Pick’n Save parking lot and walked the rest of the way home from work.

Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
Shanti’s blog.

What are you wearing?
Dress pants and my favorite … well … it’s HOT here, OK? and our last electric bill was $110 from central airing this giant apartment, so I don’t want to turn it on if I can help it. — So why am I wearing dress pants if I’m trying to cool off?
Hmmm. Never thought of that.

Did you dream last night?
Probably, but I don’t remember it.

When did you last laugh?
Well, reading Rachael’s survey answers … But before that, I laughed at Steve who told Laurie to talk louder on the phone because he was blind. Then he said ‘Ah, honey, that was a joke,’ promptly followed by a ‘Huh?’

What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Not much. I’ll tackle that when it comes time to actually decorate in here. Or, you know, four months later.

Seen anything weird lately?
Because I’m not actually seeing, but I have sight memory, my brain is constantly manufacturing probable images to make my eyes feel useful. If I think about seeing something when my eyes are closed, however, it’s always the same thing: uneven tiers of red peaks and lines glowing against a black background. They always move from left to right at the same plodding speed — sometimes it looks kind of like an endless parade of men of varied heights striding past in their black tuxes with red trim.
… But anything strange???? … Sorry, no. That’s the closest I come.

What is the last film you saw?
In the theater, it was “Click” with Adam Sandler. Very funny.

If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
I would send a bunch to Rachael’s parents to help them with their work in India. Then I’d send to some other missionaries I know and love in China, and to Bwana Daub in Africa. And then …
Aaaaah … and THEN!
Meet Kajsa, the Swedish fashion student at UW Madison who became my personal shopper the very first week the fortune befell me. — Or was it the week after? — No … no, that was the week of the butler, Chutney’s personal trainer, and Xander, my narrator (who reads me to sleep with his luscious BBC accent [which is a pretty good show, because he grew up saying things like "An' 'ere's me dear old dad: Bo Peep on the rory third night in a row cuz 'e's been drinkin.'"])
But where was I? Oh yes — Kajsa is the one cutting the strap off last week’s Louis Vuitton hand bag. She’s making a portable water dish for Chutney. We’ll need a travel bowl for Chutney tomorrow: we’re hopping around to my weekend places for the photo ops while we plant the homing beacons for my auto-piloted plane. It’s been quite an ordeal, actually. I don’t even want to fly my plane: my hair’s a pain after the headset, and I always chip my nails on the wheel thingy. Oh well, It gets me home, I suppose.
So where’s home? MMMMMM … My loft flat in Boston and my get-away house in Scotland. My little Holland resort is kind of like home, only it’s hit’n miss with the chefs because they don’t know English or Braille. But those places are just for Thursdays, ducky, and for weekends I don’t feel up to yachting the Med. You’d most often find me and Xander burrowed deep in the bowels of my North Chicago estate, where I’ve just completed installation of my state-of-the-art digital audio cocoon with lots of analogue knobs and sliders, and the latest ProTools (which magicly works now for blind users on a PC platform [basically because, being so filthy gleaming rich I have hired a team of guys who know a guy who figured that one out long ago.]) And libraries of libraries of sounds and virtual instruments, and … well, it’s not very kind to brag now, is it?

Tell me something about you that I don’t know:
I’ve never understood how some people can complain about not knowing what to do with their free time. I could read all day and be perfectly happy.

If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Make sure everyone goes to bed spiritually and physically full.

Do you like to dance?
MMMMMMMMMMM-Hmmmmmmmm.

George W. Bush:
A man with half the spine I thought he had who makes me want to walk straight through rotted out dry wall into an active lava flow.

Imagine your first child is a girl..what do you call her?
Something Welsh or Swedish probably. I’ll find something not too off the wall.

Imagine your first child is a boy..what do you call him?
Depends on the dynamics with the husband, you know? Do we want a JR. or a name after a grandpa perhaps?

Would you ever consider living abroad?
Oh definitely!

What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gate?
“Jacob … That trickster … Always switching the sign! Yes, we are actually OPEN today …”