Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Today we must conclude the Spanish Inquisition because I need to edit. For the first four parts of the inquisition, click HERE and HERE and HERE and HERE. Now here we go with # . . .
36. Favorite food?
frosted sugar cookies
37. Place you want to visit?
England--I know I've said it before, but I must say it again: I want to wander the moors like the Bronte sisters and then die dramatically from tuberculosis. I also want to go to Heptonstall to visit Sylvia Plath's grave. I must pay homage to her.
38. Last place you were?
In bed with Willy Dunne Wooters. Really didn't want to get up. Not ever. But Franklin needs love and attention, too.
39. Do you have a crush?
40. Last time you kissed someone?
I kissed Willy Dunne Wooters when he arrived yesterday. I might have kissed parts of him since then. I've definitely kissed Franklin, who kisses on command.
41. Last time you were insulted?
Gosh, I don't know. Why would anyone insult me?
42. Favorite flavor of sweet?
frosted sugar cookies--especially at Christmas
43. What instruments do you play?
I used to play a pretty mean penis. I mean I'm a pianist. I also sing so beautifully that I call my voice "The Instrument." It has a life of its own.
44. Favorite piece of jewelry?
I had this silver cuff bracelet I got in The Hurricane's neighborhood (she lives in the Bay Area). It was stretchy and covered quite a bit of my arm. I loved it. People commented on it all the time. I wore it every day for a year or so. Then one morning I took it out of my jewelry box, and it fell apart. It's still sitting in the jewelry box, taunting me. I have another silver bracelet with gold stars on it. I like that a lot. I also like just about anything with diamonds.
45. Last sport you played?
Fetch Franklin's food.
46. Last song you sang?
You don't own me.
I'm not one of your many toys.
You don't own me.
Don't say I can't go with other boys.
AND DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. AND DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO SAY. AND WHEN I GO OUT WITH YOU, DON'T PUT ME ON DISPLAY . . .
'cause you don't own me.
47. Favorite chat up line?
What is a chat up line? I usually tell people they don't know how to speak English. Then they stare at me like I'm crazy, and I realize I should speak Spanish with them because they really don't know English.
48. Have you ever used it?
Spanish? Yeah, sure. Sometimes I speak French instead, but I have to be careful because The Hurricane told me not to speak French because my accent is terrible. I always obey The Hurricane because she's a killer. Did you notice what she did to New Orleans? They still haven't recovered.
49. Last time you hung out with anyone?
I'm hanging out with the Wooters man and Franklin right now. Carol and I went out to lunch last week. This week we're going to have afternoon tea near the beach, and we'll attend a showing of Glory because it's the 25th anniversary of its release. Looks as if I hang quite a bit for a recluse.
50. Who should answer these questions next?
The Silver Fox at The Lair of the Silver Fox is quite a raconteur (read liar). I think he should answer these questions. What about the boys at A Beer For The Shower? They're quite amusing. Oh, yes, and Kianwi at kinley dane.
You might want to go to Andi's blog, delusions of ingenuity, to get the questions because she has all of them in one post instead of breaking them up into twenty posts the way I did.
I must say that as I tap away on my laptop that WDW is staring at the desktop computer because he's enlarged the drawing of me as a Pickleope (see HERE). WDW has discovered that the cartoon is quite pornographic. He can't get enough of it. God help me. Please.
Infinities of love,
#39 - Johnny Depp - such a wonderful thing to have in common - Love him! #46 - love that song!ReplyDelete
And thank you for not listing me in "next to be tortured" by answering this barrage of questions!!!!
Love from infinity & beyond hope,
You're welcome. Isn't Johnny the greatest?Delete
I love your rendition of "you don't own me" or whatever it's called.ReplyDelete
Thank you. I sing it frequently, using "The Instrument."Delete
LOL!! used to play a pretty mean penis! .. that sure made me laugh :)ReplyDelete
I'm glad you laughed. I'd like to laugh. Perhaps I will . . . someday.Delete
Sugar cookies is an interesting answer for favorite food, I think it says a lot about you (in a good way). For someone who used to "play a pretty mean penis," I hardly see how my humble little tribute to you is at all pornographic. I'm glad that you and Willy Dunne Wooters like it...well, I guess I don't know if you like it, but I'm glad the W-D-W enjoys it.ReplyDelete
Good job getting through that whole list.
I love your rendering of me. I think I like it even more than WDW does.Delete
Hello, dear Janie Junebug!ReplyDelete
It's me, Shecky Shady, the frosted sugar cookie of blogging.
#37 - I want to visit the loo without further ado.
#38 - I had a similar experience. I was in bed with Lilly Dunne Hooters. Really didn't want to get up. Not ever. Unfortunately my time expired so I tossed a Franklin, a Lincoln and a Jackson on the night stand and left.
#43 - Ever hum a few bars?
#46 - That's one of my favorite oldies.
Am I one of your favorite oldies?
#47 - I'm in the process of learning English
as a second language.
#48 - Do you speak Bacharach?
It's the language of love, baby - YEAH!!!
Happy Monday, dear Janie!
If you see me walkin' down the street, and I start to cry, each time we meet. Gimme some dimes. I won't commit more crimes.Delete
You see this girl. This girl's in love with you. Yes, I'm in love, that's why I speak to you in Francais, too.
The moment I wake up before I put on my make-up, I say a little prayer for Cherdo.
I would like to have Shecky and Cherdo cookie cutters for Christmas.
Noooooooo to the broken bracelet!!!!ReplyDelete
It's just about the saddest thing ever, isn't it?Delete
I love Leslie Gore! The lesbian version of that song is the same except for the line "Don't tell me I can't go without the boys."ReplyDelete
Oh, I like that. Knowing she is a lesbian gives that song extra meaning.Delete
Bet you're glad that's over.ReplyDelete
Everyone is happy when The Spanish Inquisition ends.Delete
"I used to play a pretty mean penis." It's called a SKIN FLUTE.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Coffey. You've added to my vocabulary.Delete
You obviously do like frosted sugar cookies! WDW is lucky to share you, crazy woman.ReplyDelete
I had a frosted sugar cookie last night. Woo-hoo!Delete
That's fascinating, because I'd rather go out like Sylvia Plath. My oven's big enough for three if you feel like joining us.ReplyDelete
Oh no, we have to answer these now, too? Can I take the easy way out and say that "violence" is our answer for all 50 questions? Because to us violence is the answer to everything.
I appreciate the offer. I'll consider it, but I've wanted to go out like a Bronte for quite some time. There's all that being sick and miserable before the last cough. Of course, Sylvia Plath had a lot of being sick and miserable before the oven. Yes, you do have to answer these, and violence is not the answer to anything.Delete
Hi Janie - well those 50 things unloaded a few interesting ideas into the blogosphere ... and England is definitely a place to visit ... Heptonstall has lots of history .. though Plath's is a desperately sad life ...ReplyDelete
Cheers ... Hilary
Yes, her life was sad, but look at the beauty she managed to create. In thirty short years, she did more than I'll do by the time I'm ninety.Delete
Sugar cookies? i would have thought you'd be into chocolate.ReplyDelete
I've given up chocolate for the duration. I don't have any of that dark, bitter chocolate from Europe.Delete
I didn't follow all of this, but enjoyed it nevertheless.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Inger. It's nice to see you out and about.Delete
Your answers are hilarious! Regarding the Brontë homeland, I once had the chance to pass a sign in Northern Ireland that pointed to their patrimony. I squealed and immediately wanted to hurl myself out of the Éirann bus. Sadly, I didn't.ReplyDelete
I'm so sorry you missed your opportunity to jump from the bus. Perhaps I'll get to do it in your stead someday.Delete
Oh, my...hmmm, is this really a gift?? Ha ha :) Okey dokey, I'll have to start thinking about all those answers!ReplyDelete
I completely agree about sugar cookies. And now I'm craving them! I hope to abstain until Christmas time, though.
Oh, and also, I LOVED that picture by Pickleope, but I promise I didn't think anything pornographic about it :)Delete
Thanks again for including me!
You'll have great answers to the questions. It provides you with an opportunity to show off your creativity.Delete
You really should stay away from mean penises...if you're going to play with one- make sure it's a nice one.ReplyDelete
Love Sylvia Plath. The Bell Jar is in my top ten book faves.
I'll try to stick to happy penises. I'm not that in love with The Bell Jar. It's Plath's poetry that gets me.Delete
"If the Inquisition is over, is it safe for us to come out?" asked Bear, inquisitively.ReplyDelete
Blessings and Bear hugs!
Oh, yes. Come out, come out, wherever you are, and meet the young lady who fell from a star.Delete
You really want to die dramatically from TB? LOL! You got me craving sugar cookies. Not very nice since my doctor told me today I need to focus on veges. Ug.ReplyDelete
Unleashing the Dreamworld
I eat more broccoli than sugar cookies. Eat your vegetables, and then have a cookie for a snack. One cookie with a glass of skim milk.Delete
Dear Janie, I had two Halloween sugar cookies, one iced with orange frostings and the other with white that had orange and black sprinkles on it. I hadn't had sugar cookies in years and had forgotten just how soft and delicious they are. Then the next day, the food section of the Kansas City Star newspaper featured a sugar cookie recipe. So I cut it out and I'm going to make some for Christmas! Peace.ReplyDelete
I have my mother's sugar cookie recipe. Heaven!Delete
GREAT answers! I visited England in 2006 and it certainly is fun. Go for it! The plane tickets are SO expensive, though. I think I paid $600 for mine and now it's over $1,000!!!ReplyDelete
I don't have a thousand dollars sitting around, so I don't think that trip will happen soon.Delete
I'm so glad you say a little prayer for Cherdo before you wake up - she needs all the prayer she can get.ReplyDelete
Also, if you get a Cherdo cookie cutter, it will be a plus-sized cookie. Nothing wrong with that from the standpoint of a cookie lover. The Shady cookie cutter will be funny...just plan funny.
The bigger the cookie the better.Delete
#46 one of my all time favs!!ReplyDelete
I love that song. I probably sing it at least once a week.Delete
I'm not sure anyone actually uses chat-up lines anymore. Have they ever worked?ReplyDelete
I still don't know what a chat-up line is.Delete
I don't play penis but someday I'll learn. BAHAHAHAReplyDelete
And I"m with you on 39!
Johnny is so dreamy. When you look for a teacher, make sure your instructor is kind and gentle.Delete
I accept the challenge. I shall split my answers into several posts, as you did, for my readers' sakes more than my own.ReplyDelete
I think you'll have fun with the questions.Delete
What song is that? You probably answered it in the comments already but I just skipped down here after reading your post.ReplyDelete
Also, thank you for not tagging me to answer questions. That's far too many questions.
I know you don't have time for fifty questions. The song is You Don't Own Me, written and sung by Lesley Gore in 1964. It's an early feminist anthem.Delete
#47 and #48 made me chuckle and snort. :)ReplyDelete
When you snort, does snot shoot out of your nose the way it does mine? I mean when you snort, snot shoots out my nose. Please stop snorting when I'm in public.Delete
Okay, I'm laughing so hard! #43 & #48 . . . hee hee heeReplyDelete
I'd like to go to England . . . can you sneak me in your luggage? No? Okay, it was worth the risk to ask. Calling your voice "The Instrument" is genius, I wish I'd thought of that, but mine is so broken it wouldn't even qualify. :-/
If I could afford to go, I would definitely add you to my luggage. I've heard some opera singers call their voices their "instrument," so why not me?Delete