Here's the deal: You're supposed to post your answers and replace any question you dislike with a new question formulated by yourself. You can also tag, if you like, but I'm not.
1. You've just died. What happens?
Either absolutely nothing, or I'm totally freaking out about trying get back to my office and clear my computer of all evidence that I've basically been running my on-line life out of there.
2. What is your most guilty pleasure?
Jelly Bellys (Actually it's lying on memes, but you'll have to accept the candy problem for now.)
3. Favorite childhood cartoon?
The one with Willie Mays and the Say Hey Kid. (Does anyone else remember that or am I totally delusional?)
4. What goes on your hotdog?
Mustard and maybe just a bit of sauerkraut.
5. What was the last movie you saw, for pleasure, and would you recommend it?
Persepolis. I would if you can handle something with subtitles, history, and emotional trauma, in animated form.
6. What's the one possession you USED TO have, but don't anymore and wish you did? What happened to it?
I don't really want to deal with having a car in the city or want to drive again, but I did have a 1974 Chevy Camero, Type LT that I miss. I totaled it in a three car pile-up on the New Jersey Turnpike.
7. You (as you are now, not a fictionalized you) are a FC in an episode of House MD. What's your role?
I do travel for the hospital personnel and House uses his charm (snark, bribes, blackmail) to get travel information about Wilson who has dared to go out of town without giving him all the details.
8. Worst case scenario?
Abject poverty. Out on the street.
9. Name one person for whom you'd definitely take a bullet, and one for whom you definitely wouldn't.
Hubby. Former Internet Soul Mate.
10. What's your greatest frustration?
Not being able to find shit. Especially when I knew where it was like five minutes ago. Keys. Glasse. Fast Pass. Ipod!!!
11. Jury duty. Ever done it? What was it like? Wanna do it? Thoughts at all?
Couple of times I got as far as having to fill out forms, but never actually served. Either I got out of it or the case settled. I really don't want to. Mostly because of having to be away from work and freaking out over what would be going on while I wasn't there to keep an eye on everything. Plus I couldn't handle the boredom of waiting and waiting for stuff to happen.
12. You discover you've been drafted into military service (to a country to which you hold a citizenship). What do you do?
Wait for them to find out what a klutz I am and send me home.
13. What does the national anthem of your personal utopia sound like.
It's a very catchy, happy, pop song with a easy to get melody and a nice chorus. Think 70's Bubblegum music. Preferably sung by John Barrowman. (Hey, it's my Utopia, right?)
14. Do you have a motto? If yes which one?
Life's a fish and then you fry.
15. What's in your pocket right now? Conversely, if you have no pocket, what are the three items closest to your right hand, excluding computer hardware?
Just my keys. (At least I know where they are for a change.)
16. What place most speaks to you?
San Francisco. OK, I'm predictable, but I'm putting up with the cost of living for a reason.
17. You have 50 dollars in your pocket what do you do with it?
Treat myself to oysters.
18. Favorite childhood movie?
19. You're being executed in the morning. What do you order for your last meal?
Oysters on the half-shell, cup of clam chowder, and an Alabama Slammer. (If I'm really getting executed I can go off the wagon.)
20. Which fictional character could you most see yourself marrying?
I MIGHT be kidding myself, but I think it would be Greg House. Yes, I know I'd be sharing him with Wilson, but it's better than being a Wilson Wife sharing him with House. I'd get the benefit of the wit and snark, and I'd avoid Cameron-ish mistakes. Maybe I'd have my own affair with Cuddy and get him really interested. (My only concern is the scruff. Hot on the screen. Not so great in real life.)
Maybe he'd be out to me about him and Wilson and I could be his fag-hag wife and he'd play showtunes on the piano for me to sing in the morning. (Yeah, I'm Mary Sue-ing, so Mary Sue me.)