divine angst

Update: Per Scott at L³, the new title of this feature is Friday Spies©.

OK, the © is just a funny. The fact is that Milbarge has been doing this Friday Five thing for a little while. So far, he’s restricted it to Fitz-Hume. Until now. I’m getting in on the action. Here are mine:

1. Tell me what’s in your desk drawers right now.

Top drawer: one of those organizer tray thingies, holding a myriad of paperclips in various sizes, some Post-its, several highlighters in various shades that I never use, a pair of scissors, thumbtacks, a nail file, pencils, and pens.

Middle drawer: eighteen thousand plasticware packets, all sans spoon, from when I go to the gourmet grocery and get soup for lunch.

Lower drawer: a tupperware bowl and a box of Quaker Raisin and Spice Oatmeal, some file folders, and a coffee cup.

2. How many states have you visited or lived in, and which of the others do you most want to visit?

create your own personalized map of the USA

I have lived in Tennessee, Texas, and New York. I guess I’d like to visit Alaska and Hawaii, but I’d also like to get up to the Pacific Northwest and then the Atlantic Northeast.

3. What was the last CD you purchased, and what was the last movie you rented/bought a ticket to?

I honestly couldn’t say on the CD—it’s been a while since I bought a CD. Does the Horowitz CD we bought my father-in-law for Christmas count? As for movies, the last movie we bought tickets to was a little thing called, “A Star is Porn,” a sort-of documentary about porn that showed just the non-sex parts of a sampling of adult movies. Pretty funny (the clips from “Edward Penishands” were hysterical, as were the clips from “Lord of the Dildo”). We last rented…um…”Napoleon Dynamite,” I think.

4. Have you ever sung karaoke? If not, what song would you be willing to sing in front of people?

OK, if you’ve perused my archives, you may have noticed that I sing in a choir. And I’ll admit it—I’m pretty proud of my voice. Pride goeth before a fall, though, and that’s why I avoid karaoke.

Basically, whenever I try to sing karaoke, I get really concerned about picking a song that’s good for my range, that I know the words to, and that I won’t screw up. Because I actually do sing. I know, this is insane—it’s karaoke! It’s supposed to be fun, and you’re supposed to make an ass of yourself! But I am afraid of making an ass of myself with my voice, so I usually end up picking a Patsy Cline song, because I like her songs and I know them and they’re (mostly) in my range. But they’re slow, and boring, and not really fun at karaoke. So lately, I just watch—one of my friends sings “The Highwaymen” and does all the voices, and it’s hysterical. Much more fun than me.

5. What was the best concert you’ve ever attended, either because of the performance or because it was otherwise memorable?

I don’t know….the one that comes to mind is the Vertical Horizon concert I went to in high school. My friends and I were the only people there. It was at a bar in our hometown, and I guess they just didn’t market it very well. It was pretty cool, though—we sat around afterward and chatted with the band some.

I pulled out my cellphone. I opened a browser window. Then I typed in the URL for that last school. I was going to make that phone call and I needed to look up the number.

But my browser auto-completed the URL for the status check instead of the main page, so I thought, why not? I’ll check one last time before I call. Name, password, click.

And there it is, in bold 24 point Verdana: Decision

Now I just have to wait on the mail. Imagine—in a few days, all the waiting will be over. (Unless, of course, they’ve waitlisted me. Now that would be peachy, wouldn’t it?)

I almost forgot this was coming out!

I mean, I didn’t forget, but with my current inability to know what month it is, I didn’t realize that it would be coming out in a short two months.

Ooh, golly. I’ve seen the special trailers and the “making of” thing, and I have my hopes up. I should know better, but somehow I can’t help it. Lucas may yet redeem himself from the hell reserved for those who create patois-speaking comic relief CG characters simply because they can.