Meme gakked from aaronjv!!!

What would you do with the following amounts of money?

Assume the money is acquired legally, the taxes, fees, licenses, dues are all paid, etc. You have this lump sum as a U.S. treasury note(s) in your hand. Other than that, your life is exactly the same as it is now. Reply in your own blog. Feel free to forward.

1. $20
2. $100
3. $1,000
4. $5,000
5. $25,000
6. $100,000
7. $250,000
8. $500,000
9. $1,000,000 (million)
10. $1,000,000,000 (billion)

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'Orah of Castle Kevorah's answers:

1. $20: Put it in my wallet and use it for incidental expenses this week. Maybe take Kevin to see Coraline at the Arclight.

2. $100: Take Kevin to see Coraline and spring for some dinner and martinis in the Arclight bar.

3. $1,000: Take Kevin for dinner and a movie and pay off my credit cards.

4. $5,000: Take Kevin for dinner & movie, then fund my IRA for this year.

5. $25,000: Dinner & movie, fund IRA, buy new top-of-the-line laptop, start money market account, take Kevin on vacation all over Ireland, Scotland, & the U.K. for two weeks.

6. $100,000: All of the above plus apply to UCLA master's degree in library and information science program in the accelerated 2- to 3-year program, since I wouldn't have to work.

7. $250,000: All of the above plus take Kevin on a six-month, around-the-world Cunard cruise right before I start my library science program.

8. $500,000: All of the above plus start condo shopping in our neighborhood.

9. $1,000,000 (million): All of the above, only instead of looking for a nifty condo, I'd make a down payment on my Tudor dream house (Hey, I saw it first!):
http://www.sothebyshomes.com/socal/sales/0283364#map

10. $1,000,000,000 (billion): All of the above including tell my husband that he only has to work anymore if he damn well feels like it. Then I'd pay off all the debts of my siblings and a few beloved relatives and friends, pay off my parents' house and all their credit cards, and start college funds for my three nieces.

Then I'd acquire my L.A. dream house, chic vacation lofts in both San Francisco and London, and a small private island in Scotland. (I know the exact one I'd like -- it even has a castle on it.)

Once I had all the real estate I wanted, I'd then try my hand at various entrepreneurial endeavors (which would probably begin with a handsome offer to buy Peter Fox Shoes.) Then I'd acquire a vineyard/winery in northern California and produce my own champagne, pinot noir, viognier, calvados, and framboise, and maybe put in a tiny jewel of a gourmet restaurant. Perhaps I'd dedicate nine or ten acres of my winery land as a giant public botanical garden dedicated to collecting and curating rare specimens of roses, and buy a couple of saddle horses so Kevin & I could ride the grounds. Maybe I'd do some Italian greyhound and Great Dane rescue as well.

Then I'd become a major collector of American Rococo revival and French Nancy school Art Nouveau furniture, and donate a few hundred thousand each to my alma mater, the Los Angeles public library system, Planned Parenthood, Reading is Fundamental, National Organization of Women, the Red Cross, and Doctors Without Borders.

Then last I'd throw the coolest Enigma party EVAR -- maybe rent out a historical mansion in Salem, MA over Hallowe'en week or a castle in the Irish countryside, send out plane tickets to the usual suspects, and hire some of our merry band to plan up a wet dream of an EnigmaCon.

(Damn but that all sounds fun!)

"Behold, woman!

"I am the naked, drunken swordsman!

"Stand, and DELIVER!"

Legos, Lord of the Rings multi-player environments, and a considerable amount of Clontarf whiskey may have been involved. Or not.

This was almost as good as the evening when the most memorable quote was:

"Dammit, wife! You are NOT allowed to chowder my superhero!"

God, we're weird...

ETA: As of 12/19, it was:

"Lederhosen dwarf!
Lederhosen dwarf!
LEDERHOSEN DWARF!"

Still weird.

I stoled this from ian_tiberius. Just so you know, I personally made him his Lego!Ian icon. In case you were curious.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.

SLANDER US, MY DARLINGS! Me or K., as you will.

Cheers,
D & K

The scene last night at rizwank's election night party was a merry one indeed. Our redoubtable host was charming and the company was delightful. We had CNN going on one TV, Colbert and Stewart on another, and state electoral tallies going on a computer in one corner. We were also playing a game in which everyone got a sticker with an election-related word stuck on their chest, and had to drink whenever their word was heard on TV.

I had "Nader" stuck to my stalwart bosom, but for all that anyone mentioned that worthy consumer advocate, I could have remained as dry as a Methodist minister had I so chosen.

My dear Kev, unfortunately, was not so lucky. He had the word "historic" stuck to his handsome right pectoral, on the night America elected its first African-American president. With predictable results.

I asked him this morning what he'd had, and he said, "First I had that dark microbrew you got me, then somebody gave me some port, and then I had some of those sweet primary-colored things Riz had in pitchers, and then I think I had a rum and Coke. I have a little bit of a hangover, but I'll be okay once I get some food and water in me."

So today I got my beloved to accept two inalienable facts:

1) Sweet primary-colored things Riz has in pitchers cannot be drunk like fruit punch, no matter how much they may taste like fruit punch,
AND
2) Despite the fact that he was raised in a large, party-hearty Irish clan amidst several (much larger, stockier) Irish siblings, I'm sorry my darling, you are a 5'8", 145 lb., whipcord-skinny, body-fat-in-the-single-digits LIGHTWEIGHT.

I'm sorry, my angel, it's true. You are a devastatingly handsome, badass, charming as sin, full-blooded Irish...lightweight.

And I loves yeh.

You are a Social Moderate (55% permissive) and an... Economic Moderate (41% permissive) You are best described as a: Centrist Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also : The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

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Yeah, sounds about right -- I'm a liberal feminist, fiscally conservative but pro-environmental Democrat -- !!! Now I'm going to go make my sweet hubbeh take it.

This meme gakked from the wonderfully eloquent and plain-spoken hagdirt:

1. Do you have the guts to answer these questions and re-post as The Controversial Survey?

Yes.

2. Would you do meth if it was legal?

No. I'm an insomniac, so my brain basically produces its own meth. I have to cut most caffeine out of my diet just in order to sleep normally. So, NO, I wouldn't do meth. I don't need any help to get a fatigue high -- me doing meth is kind of like a narcoleptic downing lots of Ambien.

3. Abortion: for or against it?

Safe, legal, and rare.

4. Do you think the world would fail with a female president?

Gender is irrelevant -- is she kickass like Senator Clinton or Mrs. Thatcher? Or is she Sarah Palin? I need more information.

5. Do you believe in the death penalty?

In some cases, yes.

6. Do you wish marijuana would be legalised already?

Yes. I don't smoke out myself, but if you do it responsibly, I don't think pot's any worse than alcohol.

7. Are you for or against premarital sex?

So long as no one is coerced into it and all due precautions are taken against unwanted pregnancy and STDs, sex should be the individual's choice.

8. Do you believe in God?

Generally, no. I'm an agnostic on good days, and an atheist the rest of the time.

9. Do you think same sex marriage should be legalized?

Yes. I think sexual preference is as hardwired as right- or left-handedness. All the evidence I've read makes me believe that gay men and lesbians cannot deny their true natures, so let's just all accept that and move on.

10. Do you think it's wrong that so many Hispanics are illegally moving to the USA?

More information needed. On its face -- no, but I'd need to study this issue more before I could say whether it's a good thing for the immigrants and the communities in which they find themselves.

11. A twelve year old girl has a baby, should she keep it?

Does she want to? Is she mature enough to care for an infant? How is she going to support the child?

12. Should the alcohol age be lowered to eighteen?

No. I might have thought otherwise before, but the recent idiotic behavior of my cousin-in-law's son and stepson changed my mind. *grrrrrrr*

13. Should the war in Iraq be called off?

See more information needed, supra.

14. Assisted suicide is illegal: do you agree?

Honestly, if you're in an insane amount of pain due to terminal illness that isn't killing you fast enough, or you just plain flat out desperately want to die -- I wouldn't stop ya. Just don't do it in a manner that takes anyone else out with you.

15. Do you believe in spanking your children?

As a lifelong voluntary non-parent, I'll leave this up to my childed friends. I would prefer to never physically discipline a kid, but if a kid attacked me, I'd defend myself, even if I ended up having to spank it within an inch of its life.

16. Would you burn a flag for a million dollars?

For a MILLION dollars? FUCK yes. Especially since no one specified that it had to be an American flag, or whether or not it couldn't be a flag printed on insta-flare contact paper. C'mon -- it's a MILLION dollars! I'd even take an out-of-state check and wait weeks for it to clear if someone's giving me a million freakin' dollars.

17. Who do you think would make a better president: McCain or Obama?

Obama. I can't get behind McCain, and I can't stand Palin.

18. Are you afraid others will judge you from reading some of your answers?

People have judged me for all kinds of ridiculous things in the past, so I'm used to it. Let 'em continue judging as they will.

My beloved hubbeh, the "Kev" part of Kevorah, has recently borrowed a bike from a friend and is in the process of becoming a cycling enthusiast. When he's not poring over bike sites deciding which one he'd going to eventually buy for himself, he's riding his borrowed bike o'er hill, o'er dale, here, there, and everywhere. One of his favorite routes is up to Griffith Park and all around and around the Observatory, the zoo, etc.

So it was probably inevitable that my poor angel was going to wipe out on the bike one of these days.

Today he came limping home with his left elbow all bandaged, and told me the vivid tale of how he took a sharp turn too fast up at the park, and went CRRAAAAAAAAAAAAASH. His elbows and arms are mildly road-rashed, but he took the force of it in his hands, which were swollen and bruised. "Honey, can I burn some Husband Points and ask you to help me bandage these? And bring me something to drink? And make me some lunch I can eat with one hand? And bring me some frozen peas so I can ice down my hands?" pleads he. "I don't think I sprained my hands, but they really hurt."

"Yes, yes!" quoth I. So I bandaged him all up, sandwiched his poor hands between two packages of Trader Joe's frozen vegetable fried rice (this makes an awesome compress, I ain't kiddin') made him a nice lunch, and brought him cold drinks all afternoon until he had to go to work. Then I helped him change clothes, since his ability to button things is slightly impaired at present, and generally made sure to kiss him and fuss over him and bill and coo over my poor wounded wipeout angel until he felt better.

Then I got him a care package of frozen stuff to take with him to work, so he can ice down his hands some more when he gets there.

My hands got very cold from handling the frozen stuff, so I stood there blowing on them for a moment, and then came...the moment of irresistible temptation to do EVIL.

"Honey, can you clip my phone to my belt? Please?" pleadeth he...and then he lifts up his shirt a bit...

revealing the softest, pinkest bit of rosy tummy skin right at his beltline...

I couldn't resist the temptation any more than Eve could resist the apple -- I put my FREEZING hand right on his tummy.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAALLLLLLLL! went my husband, jumping about a mile. Then he grabbed the frozen rice and chased me all around the kitchen -- "I'M GONNA PUT IT ON YOU, WOMAN! GONNA PUT IT ON YOUUU! WHERE'S SOME EXPOSED SKIN -- HOLD STILL! WOOOOM-ANNNN!!!"

Yes, I'm just teh ebil that way. I can't help it. It's in my nature.


Cheers,
'orah

From hagdirt: Sum up your life in six words.

Hers is: "I prefer to be concise."

My version?

"Loved her Kevin. Wrote some stories."

Yourselves?


Cheers,
D

Okay, so if you post a comment in response to this meme, I will tell you:

1. Tell you why I befriended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favourite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.

Cheers,
Kev & 'Orah