Another weekend out of town, this time at the Olin Family reunion, which I described last year. Been so busy with family stuff that I totally forgot the 65th birthday of one Ringo Starr back on 7/7 until I read it in Johnny B’s column a couple days ago.
We’ve also been dealing in our household with ants, not to be confused with aunts, which we’ve also had, but that be another discussion. We were told that if one puts skins of cucumber near the entryway (in our case, the wall next to the back door), the ants will die. Don’t know how this works, but it does.
Oh, anybody want to tell me (because someone asked me, and I haven’t had a Comic Book Price Guide in years): what is the value of a Fawcett Publication, Jackie Robinson, No. 5 comic, which somebody found while cleaning out her parent’s attic? Yeah, I know about condition and all that.
Meanwhile, I was having this small debate with a friend about the term meme. On this site FULL of memes called I Am Pariah.com, I get this definition:
meme n (mÃ«m): A unit of cultural information, such as a cultural practice or idea, that is transmitted verbally or by repeated action from one mind to another. From the Greek mimÃ«ma, something imitated, from mimeisthai, to imitate.
“A dispensary of… topics for bloggers.” –The New York Times
But this one I actually got from here:
Act your age? I think having a two year old at 53 probably makes one younger and older, pretty much simultaneously. Before that, probably younger.
Born on what day of the week? Saturday, I believe, at 3:15 p.m., EST.
Chore you hate? Cleaning the toilet. I actually did it for a living for six months, among other tasks.
Dad’s name? Leslie Harold Green. One of my sisters is Leslie Ellen Green. It caused some confusion.
Essential makeup item? Sunblock.
Favorite actor? Denzel Washington, Albert Brooks, Robert Redford, Nicholson when he isn’t phoning it in, Bill Murray, John Malkovich, Laurence Fishburne, Samuel L. Jackson, Dustin Hoffman, Morgan Freeman. Just one? Robert Duvall.
Gold or silver? Gold, I suppose.
Hometown? Flood-weary Binghamton, NY, where I’ve been in successive weekends.
Instruments you play? Kazoo, comb.
Job title? Information Specialist. I’m special.
Kids? One daughter, age 2 years, 3 months and a couple weeks. I keep forgetting to mention her on these pages. Maybe someday, I will post her picture.
Living arrangements? Old 2.5 bedroom house in the heart of the city.
Mom’s name? Gertrude Elizabeth Williams, named after her mother. She hates Gertrude, goes by Trudy.
Need? The memer who wrote this said: “Intellectual stimulation. Without it, I’m dead.” Probably true for me as well.
Overnight hospital stays? Uncontrollable nosebleed when I was five and a half, car accident when I was 19.
Phobias? There is this Civil War gum card set (rather like baseball cards) that depicted one soldier impaling another with a bayonet. The pained look on the dying soldier’s face has always stayed with me. So people playing with knives, swords.
Quote you like? Too many. Here’s just one: “Anyone can make the simple complicated. Creativity is making the complicated simple.” – Charles Mingus
Religious affiliation? Christian. Currently a Presbyterian, though I was a Methodist for far longer.
Siblings? 2 sisters, Leslie from San Diego and Marcia from Charlotte, both of whom I’ve seen in the past couple weeks.
Time you wake up? Way too early. The alarm goes off at 5:30; I’m usually awake before that.
Unique talent? The ability to make a kazoo/comb sound WITHOUT a kazoo or comb.
Worst habit? Leaving dishes in the living room.
X-rays you’ve had? Left knee, 1994. Teeth, of course.
Yummy food you make? I have made spinach lasagna, but not recently. I used to make deviled eggs for every pot luck occasion, but I’ve stopped.
Zodiac Sign? Pisces; nothing fishy about THAT.