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Well, *I'm* staying. You decide from there.
PC or Mac?
[edit] No wait, I've got a better question. I have an alumni reception to go to tomorrow night. It would require me to leave work early to get the car to drive there. I haven't worked in the field for 10 years. Should I go or not?
PC or Mac?
[edit] No wait, I've got a better question. I have an alumni reception to go to tomorrow night. It would require me to leave work early to get the car to drive there. I haven't worked in the field for 10 years. Should I go or not?


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1. Amazon Kindle with satellite wi-fi;
2. A device to desalinize seawater;
3. Emergency beacon equipped with GPS, for when I was ready to go home.
(Did your assatar always have that green tint to it?)
Ice cream or sherbet? And what flavor?
2. A device to desalinize seawater;
3. Emergency beacon equipped with GPS, for when I was ready to go home.
(Did your assatar always have that green tint to it?)
Ice cream or sherbet? And what flavor?


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Without the smartass reply of a boat, I would have:
My fiance (awwwww!) - she can't get off this damn thing if I have to endure it.
A guitar so that I would finally learn to play the damn thing and have music on the island.
Some reliable means of food and water that doesn't take too much effort to make safe.
That sounds like an island paradise. If I only had movies and videogames, I'd be set. But hell, I'd take that now.
Complete the phrase: If life gives you lemons...
My fiance (awwwww!) - she can't get off this damn thing if I have to endure it.
A guitar so that I would finally learn to play the damn thing and have music on the island.
Some reliable means of food and water that doesn't take too much effort to make safe.
That sounds like an island paradise. If I only had movies and videogames, I'd be set. But hell, I'd take that now.
Complete the phrase: If life gives you lemons...

Life is a waste of time
Time is a waste of life
So get wasted all of the time
And you'll have the time of your life
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Dammit, Cag, that Balon answered your question and not mine...





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A tie between Neil Matthews (high school) and Christopher Furniss (college a couple of years ago), both of them History teachers. Neil because he injected humour and entertainment into everything, and could control our fairly rowdy class with a word, simply because even the scum of the school liked and respected him. Chris because he managed to make even political history interesting, through his own obvious enthusiasm for the subject. It was clear that history was not only his job but what he read about in his spare time.
Best cheese you've ever tasted?
Best cheese you've ever tasted?
I don't know about a happiest moment, but I was pretty amazed and happy when my goddaughter was born last November 9th. She's getting old enough to show affection, and when she gives me a kiss (she plants her open mouth on your face) or a hug (puts her head on your shoulder) it's just the sweetest thing. Even when I'm having a crappy day she makes me feel better. 
Best DIY project you've done?

Best DIY project you've done?
Awwww, that is so sweet!!! Baby hugs and kisses are the best.Wyldewode wrote:I don't know about a happiest moment, but I was pretty amazed and happy when my goddaughter was born last November 9th. She's getting old enough to show affection, and when she gives me a kiss (she plants her open mouth on your face) or a hug (puts her head on your shoulder) it's just the sweetest thing. Even when I'm having a crappy day she makes me feel better.
Best DIY project was when I stripped the paint and repainted the boys' bedroom furniture. None of their furniture matched and we didn't have the money to buy all new stuff, so I repainted for them. It was fun. My next project will be to restain the Hope Chest my dad made for me for my 16th birthday.
Tell me about your worst travel or vacation experience and can you laugh about it now?
On my first full day in Europe I got completely lost in a underground parking garage in Paris near the Champs-Élysées. I was a chaperone on a tour of high school students, and somehow the door to the entrance closed before I saw where the rest of the group went. When I got through the door everyone was gone, and there was no one around. No one in our gourp noticed I was missing for 15 minutes--until they got to the Eiffel tower and I didn't get off the bus. However, the city tour guide wouldn't let them come back for me! He said that they must stay on schedule!
By that time I was trying to find someone to talk to. I found an attendant, but he couldn't speak English, and my brain wasn't working fast enough to speak much French. I could understand about 2/3 of what he said, but could barely respond. In the end, another worker came that spoke some English, and he eventually called the police when he couldn't find the telephone number of my hotel. Three young policemen arrived and not a single one spoke fluent French, but I was managing a little more French. They called my hotel and the attendant there spoke fluent English. She advised me to either come to the hotel, or to wait at the American Embassy. I elected to go to the hotel where my bed was.
The policemen helped me exchange money so I could buy a metro ticket. I caught the metro to my hotel, and when I arrived there was a message waiting for me that my tour director had learned what happened. He sent an escort to come get me. I only waited 15 minutes at the hotel before my older brother came to take me back to Notre Dame (right where I had gotten lost). I made it back to the group, and there were tears and hugs from students and other chaperones alike.
From that point on we would number off when arriving and departing any place (a challenge with 40+ people!), and I was practially attached at the hip to our guide John. He was very handsome, so it was no ordeal for me.
Oh, and he gave us his cell number to call him if something happened.
So yeah. . . I can laugh about it now, but it was rather scary at the time. I'm just glad it didn't happen to one of our students. . . none of them spoke French at all!
So. . . Where is the farthest from home you've ever been?
By that time I was trying to find someone to talk to. I found an attendant, but he couldn't speak English, and my brain wasn't working fast enough to speak much French. I could understand about 2/3 of what he said, but could barely respond. In the end, another worker came that spoke some English, and he eventually called the police when he couldn't find the telephone number of my hotel. Three young policemen arrived and not a single one spoke fluent French, but I was managing a little more French. They called my hotel and the attendant there spoke fluent English. She advised me to either come to the hotel, or to wait at the American Embassy. I elected to go to the hotel where my bed was.

The policemen helped me exchange money so I could buy a metro ticket. I caught the metro to my hotel, and when I arrived there was a message waiting for me that my tour director had learned what happened. He sent an escort to come get me. I only waited 15 minutes at the hotel before my older brother came to take me back to Notre Dame (right where I had gotten lost). I made it back to the group, and there were tears and hugs from students and other chaperones alike.
From that point on we would number off when arriving and departing any place (a challenge with 40+ people!), and I was practially attached at the hip to our guide John. He was very handsome, so it was no ordeal for me.

So yeah. . . I can laugh about it now, but it was rather scary at the time. I'm just glad it didn't happen to one of our students. . . none of them spoke French at all!

So. . . Where is the farthest from home you've ever been?