This past Friday5 seemed too good to pass up for Midlife Crisis so I’m writing a special Sunday post. Here we go:
Of television programs that aired before you were born, what’s your favorite?
I would have to say that my favorite television program (not that I know too many) that aired (actually, started to air) before I was born was Leave It To Beaver. It’s just wholesome, clean (a bit corny) TV viewing and I enjoy looking at all the old architecture and furniture. Plus, Miss Landers was a cutie.
What person of historical significance was from your neighborhood or city?
Hmm… I can’t think of any person of historical significance from Kailua. Anyone want to help me out here?
What’s a story that’s often been told about someone in your family in the years before you came along?
Man, this is harder than I thought. I guess when my oldest brother was little, he was fed poi and started to get fat so after that none of use grew up eating poi. That’s probably why I don’t eat poi today.
Which of previous generations’ dumb mistakes (in deed or thought) baffles you the most?
That women weren’t allowed to vote and that blacks were treated as second class citizens.
What aspect of life in the good old days would you love to see a return to?
Respect. Children respecting their elders. Citizens respecting the law. And corporal punishment for law breakers.
So put on your memory caps and answer the “made for MLC - Friday5″ questions.
“Let’s all get up and dance to a song that was a hit before your mother was born”
Time for another Friday5.org session. Today’s topic: Metaphors
*Las Vegas recap will be up on Sunday. Promise.
When you go to the beach, lake, or pool, are you more likely to lower yourself gradually into cold water or to take a determined plunge and get it over with?
How is this like (or unlike) your approach to other tasks or ordeals?
When someone gives you flowers, are you more likely to let them turn completely brown and gross before throwing them out, or to discard them the moment they take on that sick-flower look?
How is this like (or unlike) your approach to other gifts, purchases, or relationships?
Think of your favorite movie (or a movie you really like, if you can’t think of a favorite). Some people say that the reasons you love your favorite movie are related to what you value in romantic relationships. How is this true or untrue in your case?
I’ve left the above questions without answers for you to cut and paste them into your reply if you’d like. You can then type your answers right below each question.
So here I go:
When you go to the beach, lake, or pool, are you more likely to lower yourself gradually into cold water or to take a determined plunge and get it over with?
I lower myself gently - to allow for shrinkage. Then after I get acclimated (to put it nicely), I take the plunge.
How is this like (or unlike) your approach to other tasks or ordeals?
It is very like my approach to other tasks or ordeals. Perhaps having a programming background, I like to analyze the situation first, then when I feel ready - I’ll dive right in. Some people call it procrastination. I like to think of it as analyzing the situation.
When someone gives you flowers, are you more likely to let them turn completely brown and gross before throwing them out, or to discard them the moment they take on that sick-flower look?
Being the sentimental fool that I am, I like to keep flowers as long as I can. When they start to stink, then I throw them out. Paula says I’m a junk collector. I just say I’m sentimental.
How is this like (or unlike) your approach to other gifts, purchases, or relationships?
With 30 something bottles of cologne and a closet full of shoes - what do you think? I even keep empty bottles of cologne. Old shoes are tossed, though. I guess there is hope after all…
Think of your favorite movie (or a movie you really like, if you can’t think of a favorite). Some people say that the reasons you love your favorite movie are related to what you value in romantic relationships. How is this true or untrue in your case?
Hmm… My favorite movies are Kill Bill and Young Guns - what does that say about my romantic relationships - I like action? What guy doesn’t? So it must be true.
Friday5.org is a website that poses 5 questions of a specific topic every Friday for other bloggers to post to their readers. I try to make it a point to visit every week and if I like the topic, I try to post them.
Well, this is the first time I’m posting Friday5 questions on Midlife Crisis. Let’s see how it goes…
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Too Much For My Taste
What’s too spicy for your tastes?
What’s too sweet for your tastes?
What’s too salty for your tastes?
What’s too bitter for your tastes?
What’s too sour for your tastes?
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Here’s my replies:
Too Spicy. I’m Korean. Can anything be too spicy for my tastes? Okay, I’m only half Korean so yes, there are some things that are too spicy for my taste. If it makes my head sweat when I’m eating it - it’s too spicy for me. Such dishes as the Cajun Fettuccine from Ryan’s, or the Spicy Pork from Han Yang Korean Restaurant. Or the Spicy Garlic Shrimp from Giovanni’s in Kahuku. I can handle the hot sauce on the side, but not when it’s cooked in with the shrimp. Whew! 5-alarm fire!
Too Sweet. Hostess Cupcakes. I could handle those chocolate cupcakes when I was a kid. Not anymore. And those Safeway cakes. Wow. The frosting makes my teeth hurt.
Too Salty. Ruger Market boiled peanuts. Man, those peanuts are so juicy and taste so ono. Funny, it doesn’t taste salty, but yet after I finish off a whole half pound bag by myself, my lips are all chapped. That’s what happens when I don’t buy an Icee. Always buy an Icee when buying boiled peanuts.
Too Bitter. Chinese Parsley. Call it Cilantro if you want, but you still can’t trick me! The worst is when it’s chopped up and mixed in Chow Mein. I’ll pick it all out, but just one little stem in a mouthful of noodles and find me a napkin quick because that mouthful of noodles is coming back out.
Too Sour. When I was a kid, I always wondered why some houses had a bottle or two of fruits in water on their garage roof. That is until I started hanging around with this Chinese guy in intermediate school. One day when I was at his house, he took down the bottle and asked me if I wanted one. I asked him what it was and he just said lemons. Then he said he’ll race me eating it. So he popped one in his mouth and I popped one in my mouth. He started chewing all the while keeping a straight face. I just kept mine sitting in my mouth. After my friend was done chewing, he opened his mouth to show me that it was indeed all gone. I opened my mouth and saliva began gushing out. My friend told me to eat it. So I began to chew it. Oh man! That thing was so sour! My eyes started to water. Or maybe it was just my saliva overflowing through my tear ducts. But I finished it. That was my first and last time I ever ate one of those things-in-the-upside-down-bottles-on-garage-roofs.