A - ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE?:
Anything that does not taste like it came from, or could be used to clean, a drain. (I have yet to encounter one.)
B - BEST FRIENDS:
There is a dog. He is so cute he will make your brain explode. Eeyup. :D
C - FAVOURITE COLOUR:
Blueredblack. Occasionally, loathe as I am to admit it, pink.
D- DREAM JOB:
Idle Rich. Although I don't know that it counts as a job. How about stuffy English public school professor who only desends from the library to billow about and whack students with sticks? Or pirate.
E - LAST PERSON YOU EMAILED:
*muses* I~ cannot remember.
F - FAVORITE BAND?
G - LAST GIG:
"?" he said.
H - HOMETOWN:
Le Corvallis, I suppose.
I - INSTRUMENT:
Vocce y la gutaria, (don't tell me that I switched between Italian and Spanish, because I know). Although I've been contemplating selling The Bonecruncher and getting a bass instead.
J - TELL US A JOKE:
So this man walks into a bar ... ouch.
(Yeah, I know, it really has to be said out loud.)
K- FAVOURITE KIDS SHOW:
FOSTER'S HOME FOR IMAGINARY FRIENDS! \o/
L- SAID I LOVE YOU:
M - MOBILE PHONE?
There's one sitting over here.... It's not mine, but it's here.
N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS:
O - ONE WISH:
I'm with Wog on this one, definately more wishes. :D
P - FIRST PET:
Q- FAVOURITE QUOTE:
"You were drunk?" "Remarkably so!"
(Yeah, I dunno. It just seems like a nice, all purpose quote, for use in just about anything.
R - MOST ROMANTIC THING YOU DID:
S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD:
Guh ... something Dagashi-Kashi? Oh, hell, I'll start something just so I can give a real answer. m-flo loves CHEMISTRY - Astrosexy! :D (Just ... just ... I don't want to hear it. -_- )
T - TIME YOU WOKE UP:
16.30. Probably not as bad as it seems, as I went to bed at about 10.30. (Yeah, I'm not sleeping very well just now. :D )
U - UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME:
(Forgot this.) I have incredibly long toes. And very short pinkies. So there you are.
V - VEGETABLE YOU HATE:
Mushrooms. Although they are really fungi. So stewed tomatoes. Only they are fruit, and the Southern US can just shut up. So~. CILANTRO! D:
W- WORST HABITS:
I'm a bundle of bad habits. I can't shut up and get out of the way, how 'bout that? :D
X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD:
Head. Both feet. Arm. Hands. Chest. Uh. Teeth?
Y - YUMMY FOOD:
SAAG PANEER! Strawberry ice cream. Buttered toast. Pa~sta~~~. WASABI~! (With some raw fish on the side. :D )
Z- ZODIAC SIGN:
Ye olde cusp o' Gemini. Or zee wabbat.
HOUSE GOT PICKED UP FOR A THIRD SEASON, WHOO! (Actually, I've got one foot in the camp that's kind of disappointed in season two. Congratulations to the writers for breaking the formula THREE* TIMES now, but ... it seems like they're having fun SEEING JUST HOW OUTRAGEOUS THEY CAN BE! (And/or making my brain explode and then melt out my ears.) Bare-chested post-coital
*Three is my count. I could be wrong.
And it just feels like all this OUTRAGEOUSNESS is coming at the price of the actual drama -- whole arcs seem badly paced, and, for the last, oh, five episodes or so, the individual plots seem ... just kind of murky. And all this time, "HOUSE IS MISERABLE! YOU'RE MISERABLE, HOUSE! HORRIBLY, HORRIBLY, CRIPPELINGLY MISERABLE!" and ... so very little evidence that he is actually miserable. Misantrhopic? Yes. Insane? Yes. In huge amounts of pain and miserable from a physical perspective? Yah. It's perfectly possible to be misanthropic and bitter and everything House is, in order to STOP being miserable. People are bastards and relationships bring nout but pain? "Fuck it, I'll put a stop to the whole damn mess. *SNARK SNARK INSULT EVIL DISTANCE SELF ET CETERA*!" 'Swot I think, anyway.
It's all pretty much the doing of the writers, though; the actors still have me going 'YAY!' all over the place, so the writing's going to have to get REALLY insane before I stop watching. ^^♪~ I'm still happy.)