I got nominated for this award by Hil, of HiltheThrill fame! Thank you, Hil!
These are the rules I was given, but I’ll have to bend them a bit:
- Thank the blogger who nominated you, linking back to their site.
- Put the award logo on your blog.
- Answer the ten questions they’ve set you.
- Make up ten new questions for your nominees to answer.
- Nominate ten people. (Sorry, no can do – don’t have ten readers, and of those I have, I think most or all have already been nominated)
My part to answer follows:
- I feel you can tell a lot about a person by what they eat for breakfast. What is your FAVORITE breakfast?
That’s a tough one because for breakfast it’s about whatever I’m in the mood to eat. Sometimes that’s fresh fruit, sometimes hot cereal, sometimes cold cereal, and sometimes a big breakfast with scrambled eggs, bacon, and the works. I guess if I had to choose a single favorite it would be the last, simply because I have it so rarely.
- Who are the top three celebrities that want to sleep with you, but don’t know it yet?
Hmmm… I’m not a celebrity-type person, much prefer a normal human being to someone who carries the trappings and pitfalls of fame. I am of an age where there are few celebs of stature in range, and as I’ve told my kids for eons – I don’t do babies. I think maybe Sean Connery because – Sean Connery, duh. He could be 100 years old and still sexy. Harrison Ford maybe? He seems reasonably down to earth of the celeb brigade, which is a plus in my book. Oh, and Patrick Stewart – another well DUH one, and shame on me for not thinking of him right off the bat. Funny, intelligent, humane – what’s not to like? It’s no accident two of my picks carry a European accent. My spousal unit does too, albeit a slightly different one than these two.
- Tell me about your favorite hiding spot as a kid, and your favorite hiding spot as an adult.
When I was a kid we lived in a ginormous Cape Cod style house, and my bedroom was upstairs. There was a knee wall on either side, but one side opened into a low attic, which was my hidey-hole. Mind you I was a little bit afraid of it because it was dark and claustrophobic, but it was also easy to disappear into it if I were so inclined.
As an adult my hiding places are more esoteric in nature. I don’t necessarily physically hide, but I bury myself in books, either reading or writing; and online in various venues.
- Do you feel that society is going to hell, or do you feel that we are improving, or staying the same?
Good question even if I’m not sure how to answer it. I think there are aspects of all of the above in our world today. I am anguished and frustrated to see how many US laws are being enacted to chip away at women’s freedoms, particularly over our own bodies. Fifty years after women in the sixties proclaimed their emancipation, men are still seeking to reinstate our shackles and pretend it’s for the social good, and that’s in the US. I won’t even get into the things being done in the name of Islam and other parts of the world.
By the same token, none of these things are new. Oppression has sadly been a staple of the human social diet for millennia and I don’t foresee it being stamped out any time soon. On the positive side, at least these days the subject is out in the open and there’s an ongoing fight to make positive changes, so I’d like to hope that in some future generation, equality will be a reality for everyone.
- Do you remember your dreams? Tell me the last nightmare you remember.
I remember some dreams and used to keep a dream diary. The last nightmare I recall was weird. Didn’t terrify me exactly but was very disturbing. This was at least a few years ago so I don’t recall the full context of my real life at the time, but here goes.
I was sitting in a diner with big windows lining an entire wall. I remember uniformed police officers in the diner, and my dad was there and berating me for something. There was a storm brewing outdoors, that curious greenish-black tint of storms in the midwest that bring tornadoes and comparable horrendous conditions. The winds were pretty crazy, and I saw a car wreck that took place right in front of the diner. As a result a man’s body was thrown backward through the big plate-glass windows. I could only see him from the waist down. There was no visible blood, though I knew he was dead. He was wearing dress pants – I think tuxedo pants with a satin stripe – and dress shoes with spats, of all things. It was disjointed and didn’t follow any real logic, which is typical for dreams. I did an interpretation at the time but dang if I can remember it. I’d have to go back and look it all up again.
- What’s in your pockets?
I don’t have any pockets at the moment but if I did they’d probably be full of crumbs from the cornbread I had for lunch, LOL.
- What are you interested in that no one else seems to care about?
I don’t know that I’m necessarily alone in my interest, but think it’s of less interest to most of my friends than it is to me. I’m fascinated by the concept that human civilization has thrived and died back in waves, and that our distant ancestors were infinitely more sophisticated and technologically advanced than we’ve ever acknowledged.
I don’t necessarily object to the concept of aliens or even the thought that they’ve visited our planet, but don’t really subscribe to the thought that they built all our ancient monuments. Mankind can do some pretty amazing things when we set our minds to it. The deeper we dig – literally and figuratively – the further back we push the dawn of human civilization.
- Who is your childhood hero?
At about age 6 I was in love with the young man who played Robin on the 1960’s version of Batman, and later was in love with Spock on the original Star Trek. Other than that, I really didn’t get the concept of heroes back then. I put the whole idea into the same category as cartoons: funny, cute, even handsome, but impossible in real life.
- Do you have a lucky talisman, a rabbit’s foot or a pair of lucky socks? Or something you always do for good luck?
I collect crystals/rocks of different types, each of which carries its own metaphysical value. For example, a rose quartz represents love and kindness, citrine represents financial management, topaz represents communication skills, etc. I also have something of a ritual of listening to binaural beats and hypnosis mp3 pieces at night to try and push myself to keep going.
- What do you like about HilTheThrill, and how can I improve?
I love HilTheThrill. Hil’s views are sometimes quirky, always thoughtful, and she expresses the same kinds of self-doubt that plagues so many of us women these days. I went through a lot of the same emotional roller coaster journey and remember how painful it really was at the time, and how impossible it was to imagine myself going beyond it. Thank heaven I DID go beyond it, and while I won’t pretend my life is perfect, it’s a hella lot more peaceful for it.
As to improvement, the only thing I’d say is, “Please, Sir, may I have some more?”
As I said, I’m not going to nominate anyone. If you haven’t been nominated and would like to do the questions, here they are:
- If you could spend one day being anyone else in time and space (real or fictional), who would you choose to be and why?
- Who or what is your passion right now?
- If you had it all to do over again and could change only ONE thing, what would you change?
- Imagine you’re a super hero, complete with super powers of your choice. As a super hero you have to have a sidekick. (It’s the rules, you know.) Who would your sidekick be and why would they be the perfect compliment to your powers?
- What’s your dream house got in it that your current house doesn’t?
- What’s your favorite board or card game?
- You’re given $50,000 tax-free to spend on anything you want, with a catch: you can only spend it at one store (or website). Where would you spend yours and what would you buy?
- Congratulations! You won a date with your favorite movie star, and they’re coming to your house for dinner tonight! What will you serve them?
- HBO is making a movie about your life. What would the title be?
- If Yellowstone really blew up and you had to be evacuated to another country, where would you prefer to live? (If you’re not in the US, assume a comparable natural disaster to your nation which forced evacuation)
Yeah I know it’s long but them’s my questions, take ’em or leave ’em. I hope someone does use them because I would love to see your answers!