November 21, 2003
My plane leaves today at 4:40PM and then I will be on my way to Lima, Peru! Once there, we will hike the Inca Trail up to Machu Picchu. Hopefully, the weather will be nice and we'll be able to see the recently rediscovered Llactapata.
It's gonna be so cool!
Wish you could be there with me. Unfortunately, there are weight restrictions on the amount of luggage I can carry and I also don't think I could carry all 1,000+(!!) of you up the side of the Andes. Not that I wouldn't try to be a sport about it.
Unfortunately, I also will not have internet access in Peru, so I will not be able to blog for the duration. (The guide company said something about not being allowed to drag extension cords along the trail.) I know, you're all broken up about not having this goofy homo of a libertine to rile up for a week, but surely you can find something to occupy your time.
Like turkey! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! (Early since I won't be here to say it.)
If you are really starving for some TLC go enjoy my links. Give Kate my love and Harvey some props (With the bartender constantly picking on him, he needs help for his self-esteem.) and make sure you keep working out lest Heather get you.
November 20, 2003
- Buy anti-diarrhea medicine.
- Jump up and down and run around in circles in excitement
- Observe 1,000th visitor to my homepage.
- Write a few final posts before leaving.
- Clarify to my readers that I am not going to Ohio. I am, in fact, going to Peru. (Thank you, Suzie. I had not realized the confusion until now.)
- Still more homework.
You may think I am being snide by clarifying where I’m going exactly, but since I was actually born in Ohio and I have family in Ohio, there is some chance that I could be going to Lima, Ohio. But I’m not.
November 19, 2003
- Pack. (I won't have time to do it tomorrow, so I have to do it tonight)
- Continue efforts to get ahead on homework.
November 18, 2003
- Seriously, start packing at least just a little bit.
- Make arrival arrangements with the travel buddies.
- Get caught up on homework so that I'm not slammed when I get back.
- Talk to the neighbors about watching my house and checking the mail.
It occurred to me today that these upcoming 9 days will be the longest I have ever gone without shaving post-adolescence.
You see, I shave every two days at present. I’m not complaining, mind you. There are those who have to shave every day, sometimes more. I am fortunate in that respect. But when it comes to the aesthetic appeal of stubble, I have none.
Other men can pull off the rugged look. I manage the dirty face look. Other men appear as adults. I appear as a terribly unfortunate high-schooler. My only hope, which is a long-shot if anything, is that my adult facial structure will offset the awkwardness and perhaps it will look like I did it on purpose.
It will surely be entertaining. When I return with pictures watch for it.
(Yes, I was just looking for an excuse to go find pictures of Brad Pitt even if they all aren't exactly "rugged." Yowza!)
Harvey says in my comments:
Damn, Trey! TOENAIL blogging? Geez! Why don't ya just give us more man-on-man linky love while you're at it?To which I would like to say:
Good blog ettiquette allows you to sink no lower than cat-blogging without being considered rude.
Baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet.
November 17, 2003
I shall now commence deep sighing and eye-rolling.
I'm flying into Lima on Friday and then on Saturday I'm flying to Cuzco and then on Monday I will begin the 4 day hike up to Machu Picchu by way of the Inca Trail. (I don't know why it's not called the "Incan Trail.")
I've never been out of the country before (Well, except a trip to the Bahamas, but I don't really count that.) so the level of excitement I have in anticipation of the trip is undimmed by the expectation of severe traveler’s diarrhea.
Oh yeah. I’m that stoked about it.
Unfortunately, blogging will become more and more scarce up to my trip and then non-existent until I return. I’d like to leave you all with some profound mystery to ponder while I’m away, but since I don’t have any mysteries I’ll probably just say, “I’m gone now!” and then just let you know when I’m back on the 29th-ish.
Today’s trip preparations:
- Made checklist for packing
- Confirmed airline tickets
- Began planning arrival arrangements with travel companions.
November 16, 2003
I was tickled about it because what fun! Those folks over at Burt's Bees are so clever.
I got Burt's Bees Wild Lettuce Complexion Soap, Burt's Bees Garden Carrot Complexion Soap, Burt's Bees Orange Essence Facial Cleanser, Burt's Bees Avocado Butter Hair Treatment, Burt's Bees Coconut Foot Creme, Burt's Bees Garden Tomato Toner, Burt's Bees Vitamin E Body & Bath Oil (Don't know why this doesn't have a keen, hippy name.), Burt's Bees Beeswax Moisturizing Creme, Burt's Bees Citrus Facial Scrub, Burt's Bees Hand Salve, Burt's Bees Lemon Butter Cuticle Creme, and of course, Burt's Bees Lip Balm.
I suppose that because Burt is no doubt a hippy himself PETA has nothing to say about him having bees pick coconuts. That's less than inefficient, that's just plain cruel. I'll bet they don't get paid minimum wage either. Burt's Bees might be a gigantic, transnational sweatshop for bees! But because I think you're allowed to do as you'd like with animals and I'm against minimum wages, I don't really care a whole lot about it. I only bring it up to illustrate the double-standard here. I digress.
So, there are no directions or descriptions on most of these products. Tickled though I am to have them, I have no idea what they are or do or how to use them. Most of them sound like I should eat them or put them on a lobster and eat it, or something.
So, if someone can help me with a few of these, that'd be great. Here are the ones I am unclear on:
- Burt's Bees Garden Tomato Toner. It looks like water. It smells like my gramma's perfume and/or poison. I don't think it smells much like tomatoes. I don't think I should drink it or put it in my eye. The label says "for normal to oily skin." I think it's for my face, but I have no idea how to apply it or what results should I expect.
- Burt's Bees Beeswax Moisturizing Creme. I know ladies like to wipe things all over themselves when they get out of the shower. Or maybe it's just for my hands. This little tiny package might contain enough of this substance moisturize my thumb. It looks like butter. It smells like powder. Again, I think not for eating or putting in the eyes. We all know that people should moisturize to fight premature signs of aging. And also, according to Neutrogena, (Or is it Oil of Olay?) to prevent gigantic alligators from walking over you while you're trying to make a TV commercial.
- Burt's Bees Citrus Facial Scrub. Again with the tiny container. Looks like poo. Smells a little like ginger and oranges. I am not inclined to taste it. I think I know what this is for. I just wanted to tell you what it looks like.
- Burt's Bees Hand Salve. If the moisturizer if for my hand, what's this for? It's in a tiny metal tin that I cannot easily open because it is tiny. It looks like it has dried up lemon donut filling in it. It smells like rosemary and blue star ointment. I also think this one should not be put directly onto your eyeball.
- Burt's Bees Lemon Butter Cuticle Creme. This is the one that sounds like I should put it on a lobster. I know what cuticles are but I don't know what this is supposed to do. Also, it doesn't seem to be packaged in such a way to make it easy to apply to your cuticles. Is it really just for your cuticles? That seems a little ridiculous.
- Burt's Bees Coconut Foot Creme. It's in a little pouch that I'd have to tear open, so I can't smell it or see it. I really shouldn't talk about my feet in polite company. Am I really supposed to put this on my feet? What for? What will this do to me? I am a little concerned about putting things on my feet that may make them too slippery to perform their primary function of propelling me across the floor.
So, if there is anyone out there who can offer some insight, please help me lest I put an eye out.
If no one answers, then I will write to Jennifer about this one, too.
Taken in the most common and literal sense of the words, I’m obliged to admit that the statement is something of an absurdity, but Objectivism does not forbid the use of figurative language. Truly, Objectivism forbids nothing.
Anyone who knows me very well at all will know that I am not humble. I’ve even been called arrogant. In other forums, I’ve laughingly replied, “I don’t think I’m a great gift to the world at all. Rather, the world is a great gift to me!” It is from that witticism that I derived my slogan.
You see, when a person comes into this world, they have the choice to think or not to think. To think one must adhere to reason; aspire to the virtue of rationality.
Growing up, I aspired to rationality but operated on several misleading premises, not the least of which was the idea that faith is a virtue, which upset my every effort. Religion asks that one hold belief over reason. Put plainly, religion forbids the sort of materialism required to think.
As an adult, I made the conscious and directed decision to think and operate without faith. In so doing, I realized that there were far more possibilities in life than I had previously thought. I imagined looking forward in my life and the horizon had grown wide with possibilities. All because I made the decision to think.
No one can force you to be reasonable. The very idea is an absurdity. The use of reason is a conscious choice and effort that you have to make on your own. It is the right and proper function of your brain, but only you can employ it.
When one chooses to think and aspires to complete rationality, one is presented the entirety of existence for inspection and exploitation. Everything is yours to explore and understand. There is nothing that can completely escape the grasp of a rational mind.
I laid the universe at my feet when I decided to just be rational. And given that there isn’t anything more, this world is the best gift I ever gave myself.
See, I foolishly thought that I would be less busy and would have more free time to play around on my website once the weekend got here. That really didn't happen. I should have guessed when I looked at the list of things I had to get done.
Don't get me wrong, I'm having a wonderful time. Everything has been and continues to be a pure delight, but I've had no time for my blog.
I've started several different posts, but haven't been able to complete them as yet and the coming week is promising to be more of the same insanity. This is turbo-bad news because with the recent spike I've experienced in traffic to my site, I really need to have my game face on to retain readers. Unfortunately, there are things in my life that take precedence. *sigh* Nothing to regret about that, though.
In fact, I'm writing this post just so that I don't have a post-free day. How's that for lame?
So, anyway, I gotta run.
PS I hope everyone took note of the stomping Auburn received from the Georgia Bulldogs yesterday. I don't care much about sports, but I did want to throw it out there and rub it in the face of anyone who does and also cheers for the wrong team. How do you say? Boo-yah, is it? Boo-yah it is!
November 15, 2003
So, imagine my surprise when I went into my dining room to find dirt on the floor. I don't go in there. No one else is in my house. So, why is there dirt on the floor? Not just dust. Dirt.
And bugs. Why are bugs in there either? There's nothing in there.
Naturally, I hosed the room down in ammonia and was done with it. But my curiosity is certainly piqued.
I should ask Jennifer about this. She knows stuff.
Update: Jennifer has answered my question and it is more sinister than anything that can be fixed with ammonia. Anyone know where I can score some holy water?
Things to do in no particular order:
- Clean the house
- Accounting homework
- Legal Studies Homework
- Find food.
- Get a shower and shave
- Meet the Good Doctor
- Go to dinner at Club V featuring the Allyhoo Experience. It's a celebration!
- Ponder further the construction of my
rantreview of Matrix Revolutions
- Go see Matrix Revolutions again. (I'll talk about this later.)
WOOHOO! Perhaps not everything on my list will be tons and tons of fun, but I'm excited about my prospects nonetheless.
Time to get crackin'!
November 11, 2003
I thought about not coming in and even said to several people that I wouldn’t. But as I listened to preparations for Atlanta’s parade being made and the 11th hour on this, the 11th day of the 11th month of the year chimed, I felt the strings of my patriotic heart being plucked ever so deftly by Liberty herself.
I wanted to write something full of eloquence and abstractions to stir the souls of my readers on this day. I thought I would try to write something that states directly what I feel when I see the American Flag roiling in the wind.
But what could I really do or say that would make a clear statement of my thoughts and feelings on this holy day?
Veteran’s Day is a day set aside to celebrate the dedication, effort, and accomplishment of our military. Those brave men and women from the American Revolution to today have been charged with the task of protecting our freedom.
So, I’m doing the only thing I can think of that is wholly appropriate to venerate their success and efforts: I’m working.
Work is my way of affirming their action and existence. It’s my life, liberty, and property they are fighting to protect, so what’s better than making sound use of those things? What better way to toast to their success?
So, here’s to you, America and your soldiers! Cheers!
November 10, 2003
Why do I admire him? Well, he’s smart. Whip-smart. (He taught me that.) And he taught me lots of things. For a long time he was the whetstone against which I sharpened my mind. Oh yeah. He’s that good.
Why is he a disappointment? Because he’s all talk and no action. I’d almost say he’s a resolute failure. He’d probably agree that most of his life has been spent undoing any good he may ever have accomplished or would accomplish.
And almost every day that I have ever known him he has told me how he’s not going to do that any more. Usually this is succeeded by more whining about how he’s a failure of which I get exceedingly irritated.
C’mon. If you want something, you have to go get it. You can't stand around all day talking about how you’re going to do it. DO IT.
S--- or get off the pot. NOW.
And somehow this sentiment of mine is confusing to him.
Dude. Your pants are entirely too tight.
November 08, 2003
But while I was at the grocer's today I picked up three bottles of wine. One is a pinot grigio to take to a friend's house for dinner. The other is Yellowtail Shiraz. (Cheap but solid choice.)
I chose the third wine on a lark. It's called Valpolicella by Bolla and it's very enjoyable. I think it was poorly matched with my meal, but I can't think of anything that would be well-matched with that. Thus, it's safe to conclude that the wine must be good as it stands well on its own.
So, if you're wanting to try something in the not-expensive price range for wines that are appropriate for not-special-at-all to somewhat-special-at-home meals, I would point you to this one.
It's nice and fruity but with a manly spiciness. And it finishes with a nice pinch at the back of my tongue. I'm by far only a novice with wines. I drink to my own preferences, which remain still unrefined. So, take it for what it's worth. I think this wine would go really well with a roast or even steak. It's something bold to go with strong food.
Meglio un giorno da leone che cento da pecora!
November 07, 2003
- Trust me. also the variant, "I have a hard time trusting people." This all too often translates to "I myself am not trustworthy."
- You're being extreme. Those who support irrational stances often do not want you to follow their arguments to their rational conclusion which is undoubtedly absurd.
- That has never happened. One specific example is: "There has never been a completely libertarian government." Well, point of fact, there has never been a completely democratic, communistic, or republican government. What does that tell us, then? Very little. Just because no one has actually tried some idea doesn't mean that it won't work. (Of course, that doesn't mean it WILL work either, so don't be that dumb either.)
- I'm not judging. Also the variant "I'm not trying to be mean." Translation: I just judged you and I'm being mean about it.
- You're ignoring the facts. Most often means, "You're not ignoring the facts, I'm ignoring the ideas." See an example in action here.
- That's not how we do it. Tradition is no excuse. Either you do it, think it, or support it for a good reason or you support it for a bad reason.
- "Most," "Few," and "Many." I am very guilty of this one myself, so watch out for it when you're hear me pose any arguments. All too often the speaker does not have facts to support the position and is hiding their weakness in generalities. If you don't agree, especially, ask for corroborating evidence. If you're dealing with someone reasonable, that's the quickest way to flush them out.
So, watch out!
Check out my rockin' Roy Horn costume as well as our pumpkin carving photos!
November 06, 2003
I would like to assume that we all know what a value judgment is but just in case allow me to define it: A value judgment is a modern concept that refers to the mental activity of deciding what is good and what is bad.
Let me go a step further and reveal unto the world that everything is a value judgment. If you choose a red crayon over a blue crayon, you’re making a value judgment that says the red crayon is better than the blue crayon in the context of the impending application.
The term “value judgment” is so broad as to be completely useless in light of the fact that we already express it with just the word “judgment,” but I digress.
The following dialogue has a slight resemblance to the conversation in class tonight although I admit to spicing it up a bit to give greater illustration:
Person A: I am a minority and have had unfortunate experiences at the hands of profoundly ignorant people.And at this point, the teacher interrupted to change the course of the discussion.
Trey: That is an outrage! I, too, have had similar experiences.
Person A: You can’t possibly understand because I am black and you are white and also male. This is almost every day of my life.
Trey: This is exactly what I said before when I mentioned that in these discussions my points are some how invalidated by what amounts to an accusation that I am some how blissfully ignorant thanks to my white privilege.
Person A: I didn’t say that.
Trey: You said that I can’t possibly understand because I’m white, right? So, somehow I can’t possibly wrap my poor, little, white brain around your situation?
Person A: I didn’t even imply that you’re stupid. I just said that because you’re white, you can’t share my experience.
Trey: And no one here has attempted to claim that they’ve lived your life. I claimed a similar experience which is comparable, albeit on a smaller scale, to your experience and that I share in your outrage. You turned around and basically told me I was foolish for making that claim.
Person A: I didn’t make a value judgment.
Trey: Why did you bother making your point, then? Unless you’re making a statement about the value or veracity of my argument, your comment isn’t relevant. So, why did you say that?
Person A: I’ll tell you why. It’s like comparing a stubbed toe to having your leg amputated.
Trey: Even there you’ve clearly chosen two examples based on degree and your claim is that one is worse than the other. So, is my experience more or less than yours? And my next question will be ‘Why did you seek to highlight this just now if you didn’t intend to make some implicit statement about my mental capacity for reason or compassion?
So, you see, claims which outline some kind of spectrum or scale, immediately describe a value judgment. True is better than false. More is better than less. Bigger is better than smaller. (They have a patch, now.) When it comes to abstractions, the minute you name your range is the same minute in which you name your values.
So, don’t give me this, “I didn’t make a value judgment” shtick. You did, too. And whatever your case, own it, ya pansy.
I don't think I'll ever get tired of making PETA jokes. But I think it would be funnier if PETA wasn't actually for endangering humans for the sake of animals.
Photos courtesy of Club V
November 05, 2003
Like one time, the guy at Starbucks asked me if I wanted some whipped cream on my mocha and I said “No.” So he sprayed on a heaping dollop.
When I said, “Stop! I don’t want that!” he proceeded to scrape off the whipped cream and pour in some milk. I don’t know why but he did. And this was a man who has made my coffee hundreds of times; so many times, in fact, that he knew my order when he saw me come in the door. For some reason one day his brain went on the fritz.
I started getting a little jumpy. “Stop! Stop! Stop! Just give me my coffee!”
A friend of mine who never believes my stories was with me this time. She looked at me and said, “It’s all really true.”
Dinner tonight was a perfect illustration.
I went to dinner with 4 of my peers, my director, and my VP. It was a celebration of sorts; an occasion for all of us to get together and reflect on all the good times we’ve had together, as well as a moment to look ahead and what’s coming over the horizon for all of us. I guess there was a little nostalgia mixed into the muggy, autumn air here in Georgia tonight.
We dined at the nicest restaurant in downtown Athens, the Basil Press. It’s a nice, small place with good service and slightly nouveau cuisine. I had the tilapia and it was good. I recommend this place for important dates, anniversaries, and the like. Although the dÃ©cor is somewhat sterile and the ceilings are high, the space can lend itself to intimacy as well as more boisterous occasions for larger parties.
So, you have to imagine this nice restaurant and a small group of business people seated, preparing for a really good meal.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a man enter from the street. He is wearing a light khaki overcoat and he has a hook. Well, more accurately he has a prosthetic claw and he proceeds to the back of the restaurant where he immediately engages one of the servers. He actually tries to hug her but she puts her hand up to stop him.
At this point I’ve become oblivious to the conversation at the table and I’m watching the man intently as he converses with the small team of waitresses in the back. One of them gets him a pen. Another gets him a napkin. There are looks of bewilderment.
The man turns around with the pen in his mouth and the napkin in claw and comes to our table. He puts the napkin on our table and starts to draw with the pen in his mouth.
The wait staff is frantic but unable to decide on a proper course of action that will not upset the entire restaurant. One of them approaches.
“Mike!” says one of my diner companions. “Hey, guys! Watch this. He can draw really good. I’ve given him my card several times to contract him to draw a portrait but he never calls. How’s it going, Mike?” As my coworker says this, he waves off the waitress who had regained her composure enough to come to our rescue.
This homeless man is drawing with his mouth a picture of a Georgia Bulldog chomping a Georgia Tech Yellow Jacket. He’s also explaining to us in some form of gutter English that he sweats profusely because he lost his arms as a young teen due to an accident with a high voltage power cable and, thus, his entire body is scorched. Fortunately, he did not, nor did he offer to show us.
It was true that he was sweating. He also reeked of alcohol and pure, unrefined body odor.
Upon completing his picture, he asks us all for a “donation.” I don’t abide this, but I will say that I was pleased that he did at least provide some sort of service or entertainment in return for our “donation.”
At this point, our server comes over and insists strongly that he leave. "You're not allowed to solicit in this restaurant."
And then his arm comes off.
His prosthetic, to be accurate, came off and he struggled with it at our table. The bum insisted that our VP should help him get it back on.
“It wasn’t so bad hearing it click into place. What made it weird was that I felt it” the veep later joked.
And I’m not kidding. This really happened. A man with no arms but one prosthetic claw came into the restaurant, drew a picture with his mouth, his prosthetic come off, and he was finally ousted by the restaurant staff.
I swear I don’t make this stuff up.
November 04, 2003
I swear I am the hottest guy in the world for that.
And the hits keep on coming:
1. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME?
White. What? You believe me, don't you?
2. WHAT KIND OF PANTS ARE YOU WEARING AND WHAT COLOR?
Khaki, Flat-Front, Banana Republic… Emersons, I think.
3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Chopin’s Nocturnes performed by Garrick Ohlsson
4. WHAT ARE THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER?
5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE:
I’m eating a Boston Market Country Fried Chicken frozen dinner right now. I just took a bite of chicken. Not bad.
6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?
70 degrees, 100% humidity, some light, scattered showers.
8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Tim Murphy. A Web Developer for an advertising agency contracted by one of our clients.
9. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Their hair, outfit, legs and breasts and legs. What?
10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?
Sure. He’s a friendly acquaintance.
11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
12. FAVORITE DRINK?
Sprite made from the fountain. High in syrup.
13. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
Scarlet from Habersham Vineyards. Cheap. Good. Red.
14. FAVORITE SPORTS?
To play: Running, Soccer, Frisbee, Racquetball. To watch: None.
15. HAIR COLOR?
16. EYE COLOR?
17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
18. SIBLINGS AND THEIR AGES?
19. FAVORITE MONTH?
September or October
20. FAVORITE FOOD?
Chicken Cuban Sandwiches from Caliente Cab.
21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
Underworld. Not recommended to most.
22. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
This one. It’s always better than the last one.
23. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
Yes. But I’m not too shy to tell him to ask me out.
24. DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
25. SUMMER OR WINTER?
26. HUGS OR KISSES?
28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK?
If they’d like.
30. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
JadeGold. HAHAHAHAAAA! Neener Neener!
32. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?
The Anti-Industrial Revolution
Managing Management Time
Free Enterprise: The Economics of Cooperation
Self-Esteem in the Workplace
Six Sigma for Everyone
33. WHAT'S ON YOUR SCREEN SAVER?
34. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?
35. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?
Class, dinner, sleep
36. FAVORITE SCENT?
Happy for Men
37. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
I always run through my schedule for the day.
38. FAVORITE ALBUM TITLE? (JUST THE TITLE, REGARDLESS OF THE MUSIC)
39. EVER BREAK SOMEONE'S HEART?
I suppose I may have a couple of times.
40. EVER HAD A BROKEN HEART?
Not any more.
41. DO YOU SMOKE? IF YES, PLEASE ELABORATE:
I do not.
42. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY?!
If I knew that I would be trying to fix it. Although sometimes my tendency to take people literally is inconvenient in conversation.
43. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY?
44. HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Yes. Allow me to elaborate in spite of not being asked to: Trey, Trey-dawg, T-dawg, Trey-Trey, Three, Evil Warlord, Precious-wannabe, The Boss of You.
45. ARE YOU HAPPY?
46. FAVORITE MOVIE QUOTES?
“You know what happens when you make an assumption. You make an ass out of you and umption.” The Long Kiss Goodnight
“Fly away, little starling. Fly fly fly…fly fly fly…” Silence of the Lambs
“Don’t ever take sides against the family again” The Godfather
“WAOH-OH! Beautiful. Gorgeous. Wish you were here!” French Kiss
“Oh, Earnest. Don’t talk about the weather.” The Importance of Being Earnest
“Either I’m in love with your daughter or I’ve got a new-found respect for life.” Gross Pointe Blank
“For Freedom!” Braveheart
“I’m a lesbian. A big one.” First Wives Club
“Oo. That’s hot. That’s real hot.” Jeffrey
“I got better.” Monty Python Search for the Holy Grail
“We could be heroes” Moulin Rouge
I’ll stop there. I could go on and on and on…
47. FAVORITE GUILTY PLEASURE(S)?
I don’t do things for which I know I will feel guilty.
48. WHAT IS YOUR PORN STAR NAME? (NAME OF FIRST PET AND MOTHER'S MAIDEN NAME.)
49. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR COFFEE OR TEA?
50. PLACE YOU WOULD MOST LIKE TO TRAVEL TO?
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