Friday, April 13, 2007

The Big Questions

I'm starting to think that I have nothing interesting to say anymore. Maybe you are too. If so, check out my new blog at Mommy Blogs Toronto: Mama Drama. I'm trying to be more "thinky" there. But this here is my own personal little space. And it is said that art doesn't happen in a vaccuum. It is reflective of what the artist is going through in his/her life, and what is happening in the world. (Not that I consider my writing "art" in any way, shape or form...) For instance, light-hearted movies and musicals flourished in the 30's when there was a Depression. In the 50's when things sifted back to status quo, we saw the rise of the B-movie horror films. So, these days, I'm saving all my "Big Thinks" for the essays and exams I'm writing. That means you all get the stuff that's left over. Lucky you! And when the lovely K-girl had some questions for me, how could I say no?

1. You have just been nominated as the shoo-in candidate for Supreme Benevolent Goddess of the Universe. Who will be your running mate?
Well, this is obviously some kind of alternate universe, because I'm not a candidate for Benevolent anything. I am nice (sporadically), kind (usually), helpful (almost always). "Benevolent"? Not so much. I really want to be, though. I'm just far too selfish. And tired. So very tired. So I obviously need a running mate who's going to do all the work. And since this is not reality, I can choose anyone I want - even Dead People. So I pick Princess Di. She had a lot of money and power, and used it for good, instead of her own ends. And she didn't seem afraid to get "down and dirty" with the commoners. That's my kind of chick. I could stand to be more like her.

2. Your son seems to enjoy climbing on bookshelves. What is he trying to reach?
I assume you're talking about the photo in the corner? That's actually quite out of character for the Boy. He has shown little inclination to climb on anything. I desperately want him to figure out stairs, so that I don't have to haul him up them anymore. He is very fond of the phrase "Carry You?". In this picture, he's actually pointing at a picture of me and Mr Earth at the cottage that my parents sold last year.

3. What do you do these days to relax? How about before you had a kid?
Relax? What is this thing RE..LAX?? With a full-time job, kid, school and volunteering, it's pretty much non-existent. My best times lately involve pizza, a glass of red wine and America's Next Top Model. Or Veronica Mars, BSG, House, Gilmore Girls, or American Idol. Are you sensing a theme here? Yes, I've devolved to an empty-headed TV watcher. Before Baby, I loved going out to dinner at fancy restaurants, seeing plays, and watching movies in the actual theatre (!). The only relaxant that has remained constant is running (although that's more of a de-stressor than a relaxant). Oh, and the red wine. Don't forget about the red wine...please?

4. High School – evil, institutionalized joke and a time best spent smokin' BTs in the parking lot, or super-awesomest best time of your life and wow, I wish I could still fit into my pink prom dress?
Neither, actually. I did really well in high school academically, I got good marks without really trying, so I liked that part. But I was also a bit of a nerd. (No. YOU, Nomo? A nerd?? Pshaw.) After one uncomfortable year of drifting aimlessly, I hooked up with the theatre crowd and didn't really look back. After that, I was too busy to smoke drugs, or worry about what I would wear to the prom. Which, by the way, was a fifties inspired dress with a black bustier, over-sized black belt with rhinstone buckle, and a white crinoline skirt with black polka dots. I was HOT.

5. What is the one skill that you wish you possessed?
Will you ever pursue the attainment of it?
Without a doubt, I would LOVE to be a competitive ballroom dancer. Have you seen those kids move? It's crazy sexy when it's done well. Strictly Ballroom is perhaps my favourite movie ever, and I can't tell you how many times I've watched it. I would kill to play the role of Fran, the nerd who gets transformed into a dynamite dancer. As to actually becoming a ballroom dancer? Sigh. Probably not. I would have to dance with Mr Earth and we collide on the dance floor. He complains that I lead (I do), and I complain that he can't lift me (he can't). I'm too heavy, and he's weak. Also, I have no body flight. But a girl can dream, can't she?

11 comments:

kgirl said...

Good answers!
But you know, I totally forgot an important question. I thought of these while I was in the shower, and by time I got to the computer I guess I lost it. But I wanted to know what your first acting gig was.

Gabriella said...

Loved your answers, they give a real insight to who you are.

Beck said...

Great answers! I believe we may relax in EXACTLY THE SAME WAY. And I was the biggest nerd in the world in high school. I'm sure that's just as shocking.

Mad Hatter said...

Mmmm, I might give you a run for your money on the number of times the Strictly Ballroom has been viewed. Have you noticed that Ken Rilings and Pam Short are doing a Bogo Pogo when they "box" couple 100 at the beginning? Just one of many useless bits of SB trivia in my head.

Kyla said...

Strictly Ballroom is good? I own it, but I've never gotten around to watching it. It came in my Baz Lurhman boxed set. Maybe I'll put it on my to-do list.

Mommy Blogs Toronto is too awesome. Most of my favorites now have a second blog there! I'm going to have to give up sleep in order to keep up!

mamatulip said...

I'm with you. Relaxing? What is that of which you speak?

kittenpie said...

Misterpie won't dance, so in library school, a bunch of us took ballroom together. It was fun, but I must say, I had some trust issues over the dipping bits in the tango because my partener was a featherweight girl and I, I am not.

And I was in-betweener in high school, too. I must say, I like it that way.

Mimi said...

My very first formal dress was a black ruffled strapless minidress with sweetheart neckline--with white polka dots all over it. Stylishly, I paired it with (of course) black nylons and white shoes. We would've look HOT together, for sure ...

Mad Hatter said...

Me again. I just replied to you comment at my place but didn't know if you'd be back to see it, so here it is here:

No-Mo: Thanks. I am so glad that at least one other reader is a runner. It is important to me that someone know what that meant--to give up running in all its magnificence. I haven't run in 7 years. Alas.

NotSoSage said...

Ooh, this was so interesting!

I have a kgirl interview to complete, and I'm just catching up after the Visit From Hell...

There should be some kind of poll as to how many bloggers were cool in high school. I bet us nerds would outnumber the cool kids 6:1. Thank goodness we're all so cool now.

Sandra said...

I loved these answers. I'd love to be a ballroom dancer. Mr. Good Taste and I actually took lessons when we were first dating. I kept getting pissed at our sexist instructor so I'd be so fired up that I'd constantly trip!