Wednesday, July 18, 2007
MCFAT 18
Once again, MCF asks the questions and his readers answer them.
1) What aspect of aging do you dread the most?
I live in mortal fear of Alzheimer's Disease. It's crippled several people in my family, leaving them barely-alive shells for the last ten years of their lives. I am terrified of the possibility that I'll get it. I'd honestly rather die (fairly) young than burden my family with Alzheimer's. Every time I forget something, lose my keys, etc, I mildly panic about it being the onset of Alzheimer's.
2) What's the wildest ethnic celebration you've ever participated in or encountered on the street?
I'm having a hard time coming up with an answer for this. Ethnic celebrations aren't really commonplace in this neck of the woods. It's not that there's no ethnic variety, it's just that large-scale celebrations tend to be community-focused rather than focused on one specific ethnicity.
So I guess I'll say that the wildest ethnic celebration I've ever encountered on the street was when the little punk sk8er kids from up the road spent most of a night doing jumps off the steps of the church down the road, cursing loudly and keeping a number of people awake until someone ran them off. Is "sk8er kid" an official ethnicity?
3) Which characters would you like to see in the sequel to Transformers? If you're not familiar with the series, you can just suggest vehicles or other alternate forms you'd enjoy watching turn into robots.
I'm not really familiar with the series, so I guess I'm on my own here. So how about …
- A tricked out 78 Lincoln that turns into Pimpbot 5000.
- A three year old Xbox that turns into a brand new Xbox 360.
- A swan that turns into a dress.
- A new Metallica album, to be released in February, that turns into something worth waiting for.
- A week thread of one liners that turns into a funny post.
4) Do you ever just go crazy or lose your temper and, if so, how do you cool down and regain rationality?
The only thing that helps me when I get to the snapping point is to get in a car, drive away from whatever/whomever I'm irked at, and play music LOUD until I chill out. Then I can go back and talk.
SPECIAL BONUS QUESTION: What is “Purple Monkey Dishwasher”?It's from The Simpsons. I'm not going to bother hunting down the exact season/episode. As I remember it, the kids were at school whispering a rumor each to another and passing it on. When it got back around it was no longer as it had started and now ended with the words "purple monkey dishwasher." Which, by the way, would make an awesome name for a band.
And by the way, if you plug the phrase into Google Image Search, the image to the right is one of the ones that pops up.
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That is so awesome that you found an image for the bonus question. I hope the Metallica album transforms too.
Darrell, I'm surprised at your ethnic celebration answer. It wasn't driving madly to Sgt. Peppers Pub on New year's Eve and getting there just in time to witness an honest Scottish New Year's celebration.
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: 8:55 PM
I was thinking something similar to: A three year old Xbox that turns into a brand new Xbox 360.
(BUY ONE!!!)
and I was just wondering about Metallica today and looked up info about the untitled album... where were you this afternoon?
(BUY ONE!!!)
and I was just wondering about Metallica today and looked up info about the untitled album... where were you this afternoon?
I grew up in the Chicago area, which is filled with more ethnic celebrations than one could imagine - although in my Norwegian Lutheran family, what passed for ethnic revelry was my mom's lutefisk on Christmas Eve, with us kids scrambling to our rooms during the cooking to bury our noses in our pillows in a vain effort to protect ourselves from the stink. Good times, good times...
I later learned that weddings are great fountains of ethnic frivolity. When I was dating and later married to a good Catholic boy (an alumnus of Loyola-Chicago), I was also invited with him to the weddings of his college friends, often at ethnic parishes in the city. The Polish weddings were great fun, especially if the reception was at Przybylo's White Eagle on Milwaukee Avenue, where the family-style food included pierogis, Polish sausage & kraut, golabki, and the waitresses all spoke Polish. At one reception, the music was provided by the bride's dad's polka band. The only songs they sang in English were "Proud Mary" and the obligatory "Let me call you Sweetheart" (which was done when they put the baby apron on the bride). Oh yes, and the money dance.
Italian weddings can really be something too. I recall one at St. Rocco's in Chicago Heights. Food at the reception was incredible, the ladies brought around the wedding cookies to the tables, and we learned to dance the Tarantella. I didn't even mind the non-smiling men in the pin-striped suits who kind of hung around watching everyone the entire evening (though it was challenging not to laugh when the DJ played the theme from The Godfather!).
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I later learned that weddings are great fountains of ethnic frivolity. When I was dating and later married to a good Catholic boy (an alumnus of Loyola-Chicago), I was also invited with him to the weddings of his college friends, often at ethnic parishes in the city. The Polish weddings were great fun, especially if the reception was at Przybylo's White Eagle on Milwaukee Avenue, where the family-style food included pierogis, Polish sausage & kraut, golabki, and the waitresses all spoke Polish. At one reception, the music was provided by the bride's dad's polka band. The only songs they sang in English were "Proud Mary" and the obligatory "Let me call you Sweetheart" (which was done when they put the baby apron on the bride). Oh yes, and the money dance.
Italian weddings can really be something too. I recall one at St. Rocco's in Chicago Heights. Food at the reception was incredible, the ladies brought around the wedding cookies to the tables, and we learned to dance the Tarantella. I didn't even mind the non-smiling men in the pin-striped suits who kind of hung around watching everyone the entire evening (though it was challenging not to laugh when the DJ played the theme from The Godfather!).
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