general update
May. 31st, 2002 01:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanWhoa! It's a journal entry from me that's neither fannish nor about The Thing! Can you believe it?
My brother and his gf have safely arrived in Arizona, where for the indefinite future they'll be living in a Winnebago on her father's/grandmother's land. Allegedly, at some point they'll be getting a "real" trailer home, one with, like, plumbing and stuff; until then, they have to go into grandma's house (on the same property) to use the bathroom or bathe or whatever. Bizarre. Well, whatever makes them happy, yo.
Song poll taken from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
musesfool, and one of my answers is the same as hers (#2):
1. What song makes you jump up and down like a grinning idiot on a pogo stick?
That would be "Cecilia" by Simon and Garfunkel, and/or "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen.
2. What song makes you weep like a pregnant, Mulderless Scully?
Hee hee! Definitely "Bridge Over Troubled Water" by Simon and Garfunkel. Always.
3. What song do you hate with the passion of a thousand white-hot, burning suns?
Hmm ... "Live to Tell" by Madonna. I don't know why, I just hate it. (It's the only song on the "Immaculate Collection" that I can't stand. I generally really like Madonna, btw.)
4. Is there a formerly-beloved song that's been ruined for you by association with something heinous, like an awful movie or commercial?
Nothing comes to mind. There are plenty of instances where I can't hear the song without thinking of the movie/tv show/commercial, but none where I'd say it has ruined the song for me.
In other news, the cortisone shot that I had in my bunion about six weeks ago -- and which I posted about in excruciating and disgusting detail -- seems to be wearing off. That's about right; they say six to eight weeks, and in my experience that estimate has been very accurate. It's kinda sad, because it worked *so* well this time; I had just been thinking the other day how nice it's been to be so completely pain-free in that foot. I guess it's time to find me yet another podiatrist and get those orthotics already.
You know, it's not that I wouldn't be happy to have another Indiana Jones movie, but Harrison Ford -- much as I adore him! -- is getting a bit old for that kind of thing, isn't he? I'm just sayin'.
My brother and his gf have safely arrived in Arizona, where for the indefinite future they'll be living in a Winnebago on her father's/grandmother's land. Allegedly, at some point they'll be getting a "real" trailer home, one with, like, plumbing and stuff; until then, they have to go into grandma's house (on the same property) to use the bathroom or bathe or whatever. Bizarre. Well, whatever makes them happy, yo.
Song poll taken from
musesfool, and one of my answers is the same as hers (#2):1. What song makes you jump up and down like a grinning idiot on a pogo stick?
That would be "Cecilia" by Simon and Garfunkel, and/or "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen.
2. What song makes you weep like a pregnant, Mulderless Scully?
Hee hee! Definitely "Bridge Over Troubled Water" by Simon and Garfunkel. Always.
3. What song do you hate with the passion of a thousand white-hot, burning suns?
Hmm ... "Live to Tell" by Madonna. I don't know why, I just hate it. (It's the only song on the "Immaculate Collection" that I can't stand. I generally really like Madonna, btw.)
4. Is there a formerly-beloved song that's been ruined for you by association with something heinous, like an awful movie or commercial?
Nothing comes to mind. There are plenty of instances where I can't hear the song without thinking of the movie/tv show/commercial, but none where I'd say it has ruined the song for me.
In other news, the cortisone shot that I had in my bunion about six weeks ago -- and which I posted about in excruciating and disgusting detail -- seems to be wearing off. That's about right; they say six to eight weeks, and in my experience that estimate has been very accurate. It's kinda sad, because it worked *so* well this time; I had just been thinking the other day how nice it's been to be so completely pain-free in that foot. I guess it's time to find me yet another podiatrist and get those orthotics already.
You know, it's not that I wouldn't be happy to have another Indiana Jones movie, but Harrison Ford -- much as I adore him! -- is getting a bit old for that kind of thing, isn't he? I'm just sayin'.
