15 posts tagged “qotd”
Which band or artist which is no longer performin
g or alive would you have loved to have seen?
Submitted by Rev Stan.
Falco, totally falco, not the clash or the germs or the MC5 or the doors, just Falco.
When was the last time you interacted with any sort of wildlife?
Submitted by warpedreality.
Hmm...I have been bird watching with Alexa quite a bit. I think that I have helped her find like 20 birds. We went to the Bear Lake Bird Refuge and found a snowy egret and a tundra swan, even though they are supposed to be long gone.
Have you ever had plastic or elective surgery? Did you tell anyone? Why or why not?
Submitted by Beth Punches.
What the hell kind of question is this? I mean does Six apart really expect a majority of their users to have had plastic surgery? Maybe I am just not a typical vox user, but If I don't plan on ever setting my foot inside a plastic surgeon's office.
On a different note. I can hear thunder while I am in the office at my work, which is an old bomb shelter. I guess the shelter part isn't so much to block out the sound as the radiation which I am sure that all of the lcd screens around me provide me with enough to make it all futile.
What's in a screen/user name? Tell us how you found yours.
Submitted by Bill.
I once had a band called "Marvel the Mustang." Maybe it still exists, because the former member that was gone on a religious mission is back and will be moving in with me next month, so hopefully you will hear more from our duo, that consisted of harmonica and drums. I think we'll add a chord organ and maybe an acoustic guitar.
What are the 10 most memorable music performances you've seen? (Remember, "memorable" may not be good.)
Submitted by Bill.
1. The Locust;Daughters;-last night
2. These Arms are snakes
3. Modest Mouse-2 day show; I got an F in a class because of it
4. Horse the Band, Criteria, The Fall of Troy- it was on a sunday, my mom was pissed
5. Cursive, Chin-up Chin-up, The thermals; I got back together with my girlfriend
6. Bright Eyes- My girlfriend and I kissed during all of Let's not shit ourselves which was the encore
7. Valient Thorr- Warped tour 05
8. Horse The Band and Dragonforce- We dressed as ninja turtles and boycotted dragonforce
9. Aquabats, No trigger played Caution an Operation Ivy cover, I got the wind knocked out of me
10. The Blood Brothers the first time I saw them, when noone came to see them, except my friends and I
What's one of your favorite quotes?
Submitted by Georgie-boy.
Smart is not the one that eats the yellow snow.
-Bazooka Joe
If you could write like one fiction author, who would it be?
Submitted by Marilyn.
I want to write like Nora Roberts. Yes! thats the ticket. Are you happy, Marilyn that I finally admitted it? Don't write like someone else write like yourself, Marilyn. Or Nora Roberts, aka JD Robb. Such a witty pen name
What is one of your favorite poems?
Too many favorites, but since I am reading Hollywood, this is a good one to go along with it.
Submitted by marvel is my pen name.
the summing up-by Charles Bukowski ("Septuagenarian Stew, stories and poems" Black Sparrow Press, Santa Rosa, 1992.)
on Monday mornings at the hotel, sick, no
rent in sight, and starved, starved for months, the
next bottle was all we scrounged for, it was the
apex, it was God.
I'd get a job for a day or two or even three or
four
but the morning would come when I couldn't make it
to work
and sometimes I got paid off on the spot
but most of the time there was a terrible wait, we'd
have to stall off the hotel management, that same
management that phoned our room 2 or 3 times a
night
asking us to please stop
the singing the cursing the screaming the sounds
of things breaking
but Monday mornings always seemed to be our time
a lull
and about 11:30 a.m. I'd get up and go down and
look through the trash cans and find both Sunday
papers
and I'd bring them back up
adn then in bed we'd read them
together: the funnies, the world news, the
travel and entertainment sections, anything but
the classifieds, the help wanted
sections...
I thing we reinforced each other--
she affected not to care about
anything and I went that way
too.
after the morning papers we'd hit the streets,
ah, what a pair!: her coughing around her
cigarette, me with hair uncombed, lost in some
inner and outer
wilderness.
we found doors: there was the Mad Russian, some-
times she got lucky; or there was Lily One Tooth
who lived with an aging fashion model who still got
a gig now and then--they were sometimes good for
drinks; or there was Eddie the disbarred
lawyer.
there was always a drink somewhere, always somebody
in luck, and as we went to them
they came to us
they found us
and whatever we had to drink we shared
with them.
and there were always stories, mostly about getting
in and out of the tank or about those who had
died: "remember that guy with the burn-mark on his
face who always sat on the stool near the entrance
and smoked those bad cigars? well, he's..."
sitting quietly talking somewhere, usually
on those Monday mornings:
"Marty had
been gone 3 days and nights and when he opened the
door there was Edna sitting in the chair, she was
stiff, musta been dead for a couple of
days..."
I don't know, it seemed a very decent time, the sun
was always up there good and steady and the
nights were best, dark and interesting nights
because by then all the drinks had taken hold and
the world seemed almost
acceptable.
still, curiously, I remember Mondays best, it
was when all the others were beginning their work-
week, stuck with the dream of industry, an industry
that would spit them out
when they were no longer
needed.
we had already spit ourselves out, believing in
none of that, we had cut aways the threat of the
dreary overlords, we were very close to
freedom, we were Monday's millionaires and
we could never lose
that.
sitting in those tiny rooms
laughing, talking, choking, drinking, the
botch of us
like that--
near perfect, almost knowing it but not quite, that would have spoiled
it--almost madder than that which had
created us--
we did what we
did.
What's the best thing since sliced bread?
Homemade bread by my mother. I am sure that I could eat a loaf without slicing it.
In which fictional world/universe/land/city would you most like to live?
Submitted by glenn is the new chuck.
