Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on. Try not to repeat a song title.
Pick your artist: Garbage
Are you male or female: Androgyny
Describe yourself: Special
How do you feel about yourself: I Think I'm Paranoid
Describe where you currently live: The World Is Not Enough
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: My Lover's Box
Your favorite form of transportation: Tornado (See?? Can't get away from Oz references no matter what)
Your best friend is: Queer
Your favorite color is: Afterglow
What’s the weather like: Only Happy When It Rains (this one was waaaaay too easy)
Favorite time of day: Sleep
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Temptation Waits
What is life to you: Get Busy with the Fizzy
What is the best advice you have to give: Soldier Through This
If you could change your name, what would it be: Supervixen
Your favorite food is: Milk
Thought for the day: The Trick Is to Keep Breathing
How you would like to die: Medication
Your soul’s present condition: Fix Me Now
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Hey Artist, you got a dollar?
Encountered a new kind of panhandling the other day. Well, new to me anyway.
I was waiting at the St Andrew's cathedral bus stop on my own, when a middle-aged guy approached me.
"Do you know if the 961 goes to Woodlands?"
"I've never taken that bus so I don't know, but there's a route guide for all the buses just over there."
"Ok, thanks."
He doesn't make a move towards the route guides.
Next thing I know, he started chatting up. He seems nice enough so I oblige, but after a while, I start to wonder where this is going. He's clearly not picking me up as I don't get those kind of vibes from him. I'm starting to guess that he wants to ask for some change, when the 961 pulls up and he starts absently patting at his breast pocket.
"Oh dear, I don't have enough change. Do you have a dollar?"
I notice he doesn't take any coins out of his pocket to check. I'm about to say something about this when I spot my own bus pulling up to the bus stop. I decide it's easier to just give him the dollar and zhao.
The word that popped into my head right then was "panhandling". He was tactful, though not subtle. He spoke decent English too, and was comfortable chatting up a stranger. Something tells me he does this a lot. I'll just assume he needs that dollar more than I do.
[The title of this post is a quote from Rent, where a bag lady tries to get a dollar out of the film maker she just verbally thrashed.]
I was waiting at the St Andrew's cathedral bus stop on my own, when a middle-aged guy approached me.
"Do you know if the 961 goes to Woodlands?"
"I've never taken that bus so I don't know, but there's a route guide for all the buses just over there."
"Ok, thanks."
He doesn't make a move towards the route guides.
Next thing I know, he started chatting up. He seems nice enough so I oblige, but after a while, I start to wonder where this is going. He's clearly not picking me up as I don't get those kind of vibes from him. I'm starting to guess that he wants to ask for some change, when the 961 pulls up and he starts absently patting at his breast pocket.
"Oh dear, I don't have enough change. Do you have a dollar?"
I notice he doesn't take any coins out of his pocket to check. I'm about to say something about this when I spot my own bus pulling up to the bus stop. I decide it's easier to just give him the dollar and zhao.
The word that popped into my head right then was "panhandling". He was tactful, though not subtle. He spoke decent English too, and was comfortable chatting up a stranger. Something tells me he does this a lot. I'll just assume he needs that dollar more than I do.
[The title of this post is a quote from Rent, where a bag lady tries to get a dollar out of the film maker she just verbally thrashed.]
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