September 26th, 2005
|04:16 pm - I don't know, I don't really... buy... lunch meat...|
I think I'm coming down with something unpleasant. It just kind of hit me yesterday afternoon. My throat started to hurt, and this morning it was quite swollen. I don't have much of a voice. I'd almost rather have a splitting headache because I could take something for it. No sore throat remedy has ever delivered the degree of relief I'd like.
Regardless, I'm at work anyway. I have sick time, but I'd feel guilty taking the day off. I suppose I could have stayed home on the grounds that I'm contagious (which I must be -- many of my friends are exhibiting these same symptoms), but what would I have done with my day? It's just as well that I went to work.
Last night theenigma42 and I went to Broom Street Theater for 667: The Number of the Neighbor of the Beast. As usual I'm going to tell you that you should see it, but 667 is a really entertaining show. It's a comedy about the influence of paranoia in a small community. matchstyx's shows are usually allegories for the current political environment, and though 667 is no exception, the metaphor is very subtle, and the show plays almost as a straightforward comedy. If you've been curious about Broom Street but are worried about accidentally seeing something extremely violent or offensive, 667 would be a really good place to start. I'd really like to go again, and I think you should come too. 8:00, Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. Seven bucks.
Anyway, I have 45 minutes left at work, so I should probably, you know, do something constructive... While I'm busy with that, you can read one of those surveys that I never take because they ask too many personal questions. It's been a long time since I've filled out one of thems.
First Name: Colin
Named After: Nobody in particular.
Do I wish on stars: I live in the city so it's mostly satellites and airplanes.
When did I last cry: Six years and fourteen days ago. I don't cry. It's not that I'm unwilling or ashamed to, I just don't.
Last thing I ate: Tomato slices.
If I were a crayon I'd be: Dull.
What is the weather: Lousy. Not always, but as of this moment, it's lousy.
Last person I talked to on the phone: My landlord's voicemail.
Do you like the person who sent you this email? I didn't get it as an e-mail, actually, but Lindsay, Robert, Keith and Renee have all filled it out, and yeah, they're all better friends than I probably deserve.
Favorite Drink(s): As Kurt Harland once said, "there's a special joy in coffee, black."
Favorite Sport(s):         ball. Hey, you know what's wrong with that particular inside joke? Even the people who would get it won't get it.
Do you wear contacts: Allow me to rephrase that question: "Are you willing to jab your fingers into your eyes to look less dorky?" No.
Favorite Food: Maybe hummus. Or manicotti.
Last movie you watched: Little Big Man, which you should see if you haven't.
Favorite Day of the year: Any day which heralds the release of a new They Might Be Giants album.
Scary Movies or Happy Endings: Who cares? I'm really bad at suspending my disbelief, so although I appreciate fantasy, scary movies don't scare me (with the exception of scary documentaries). Happy endings get a bad reputation for being artificial, but "happy" does not categorically equal "contrived."
Summer or Winter: Spring and Fall.
What is your favorite dessert: Ice cream with a hat.
What is your favorite song: It changes from moment to moment, but Strictly Genteel by Frank Zappa is always a good bet. (Check out this really lousy MIDI version!). Museum of Idiots by They Might Be Giants is currently up there too, though.
What is your least favorite song: Low Rider by Whomever Recorded Low Rider.
Living arrangements: Two housemates, two cats.
What books are you reading: Presently none, though I have many which are sitting unfinished with a bookmark in the middle.
What's on your mouse pad: I'm writing this at work where I don't have a mousepad.
What did you watch on TV last night: I don't watch TV. We don't have cable, and I was living at my current residence for almost a month before I found out that my TV won't pick up local channels without an antenna...which I don't have.
Favorite Smells: Spring, roasting garlic, and the kind of spices which are popular in holiday cooking.
Rolling Stones or Beatles: I have never understood the popularity of the Rolling Stones.
Do you like your handwriting: Ha! No!
What is your favorite lunch meat: Gosh, I don't know, turkey, I guess.
When is your birthday: I tried and tried to come up with a witty answer that wasn't the same as Keith's, but I can't. It's June 11th.
If you were another person, would you be friends with you: Oh, hell no.
Are you a dare devil: Only behind the wheel of a car, which is not something I'm proud of.
How do you release anger: I really don't release anger, but I used to pray for a nervous breakdown so that I could.
Where is your second home: My parents' house, I guess. Work is probably more of a genuine second home for me, but that doesn't mean I like spending time there.
Do you trust others easily: ...no.
What was your favorite toy as a child: Probably something that broke.
What class in high school do you think was totally useless: Typinf.
Do you have a journal: No. Nope. Uh uh. No, sir. Nyet. Nein. No.
Do you use sarcasm: No. Nope. Uh uh. No, sir. Nyet. Nein. No.
Would you bungee jump: Depends on who's trying to talk me into it.
Do you untie your shoes to take them off: Depends on the shoes.
What is your favorite ice cream flavor? I've recently discovered that $4/pint coffee ice cream is the best and, paradoxically, most evil thing ever.
Shoe size: 10½.
Red/Pink: Red, I guess.
Who do you miss the most: Being comfortable giving an honest answer to a question like this.
Do you want everyone to send this back: No, it's fine if they just post it on their journals.
What are you wearing: Nehru jacket, moon boots, Beatle wig. I'm at work.
What's the farthest away from home have you been? I'd have to look at a map to compare distances, but Canada was certainly less foreign that many of the places I've been that are closer to home.
Current Mood: sick
Current Music: They Might Be Giants -- Museum of Idiots
ball. Of course I get it. ;>
And I admire your dedication to proper text formatting.
I also understood the joke. We were stupid. We should do it again.