12 posts tagged “qotd”

If you could only eat ONE cereal for the rest of your life, which one would you pick?

This just in from the I.M.C ( International Muesli Consortium):

*ehem*

"Fuck cereal."

In honor of Bastille Day, we'd like to know: What's your favorite thing to come out of France?

French kissing.

What?

Summer is finally here! What are your plans?

._.

... God, I hate Python.

What question do you ask when you really want to get to know someone better?

" 'Scuse me, but would you mind if I came over and slept at your place? I can't find my keys anywhere!' "

... You'd be surprised how often that works...

... I am.

What do you collect?

Memories.

If you had to teach something, what would you teach?

Forget teaching, I still have so much left to learn!

If you could dream about anything tonight, what would it be?

Funny this'd be a QotD today, since I was just thinking about writing about something along the lines of this.

(OK, it was yesterday's QotD, but my laptop was being all iffy again, omitting me from posting anything yesterday)

But anyway,

every now and then, for the past few weeks, I've been having strange dreams. Not the usual strange dreams most of us have; these dreams have mainly been emotionally strange in that, having woken up, I've felt quite different from what you're normally supposed to feel when waking up.

And I don't necessarily mean that in a good way.

But I refuse to call these nightmares, since they ain't, but there's still something nightmarish about them. There seems to be something that's been bothering me for a few months now, but the thing is, I don't know what.

Unlike my usual dreams, most of these have been in a rather normal setting, with me and other people engaging in random activities, but more importantly, dialogue. Now, I can't remember the actual content of any of these dialogues, but if there's one thing that I'm sure connects all of these dreams together, it's that. No matter what I've been doing in those dreams, the actual discussion parts have been the ones that have been emotionally unsettling. These parts have made me wake up feeling completely helpess and anxiety-ridden - some of the dreams have even urged me to "run away" from the situation, my dream-self, however, steadfastly refusing from going anywhere, even if that means going through those feelings of helplessness and anxiety.

While the actual content of those discussions, the people engaged in it as well as the surroundings and other activities differ from dream to dream, I'm fairly certain that there's another binding factor to all of them. No matter what or where, each dream seems to feature the same one or two people - thing  is, as certain as I am about these recurring characters actually recurring, I have no idea who he/she/they are. Their faces seems to be "blurred" as well as the dialogue; the only thing I'm left with are all these strange emotions and an urge to find out what's bugging me. Whithout more of these dreams, however, I'm not sure I'll ever find out.

But in regards to the QotD, I wish I could dream about these unknown people and finding out who they are; maybe that way I could find out what's bugging me?

Anyone care to make a suggestion or take an educated guess on what all these dreams might mean?

What were you afraid of when you were younger that seems silly to you now?*
Submitted by wandie

You can say a lot about Finnish people; we may be drunkards and fierce, angry warriors, but if there is one thing that everyone born after 1980 has been scared shitless about as a kid, it's the Groke.

To us, she's the bogeyman incarnate ( in fact, most Scandinavians seem to have been suffering from sleepless nights thanks to her). Whenever she was on in an episode of the Moomins, every kid would close their eyes, pull their legs into a fetal position and hide under the table. The woods weren't scary during the winter because they were dark - they were scary because the Groke might be somewhere in there! Big, manly grownups still confess to each other how they couldn't sleep at night or how they get the chills while watching her with their own kids.

I personally can say that whenever the sun had set during the winter, you wouldn't find me walking around outside alone. She was that scary. To demonstrate, I'd like to show you a segment in which the Groke ( or Mörkö in Finnish, alternatively Mårran in Swedish - even if you pronounce it moron, she's still scary) makes her first ever appearance. Pardon the fact that it's in Finnish ( and quite long, for that matter), but in case you've never seen this one, imagine being a five-year old. The creepy music does the trick. Forget little girls in wells or zombie splatterfests, if you want true suspense and horror, watch and learn.

And if you'd like to have something in it translated, I'll gladly help.

Still creeps me out...

*To be completely honest, I shouldn't be answering this one, since I still don't think it's silly. She still gives me the creeps.

Would you rather be rich or famous? Why?
Submitted by Chris Vaughn.

Rich like a motherf*cker, without a doubt. Why?

• Famous means I have fans - Rich means I can buy fans.
• Famous means I'm wanted at special events - Rich means I arrange them.
• Famous means I'll be remembered - Rich means I'll have stuff to remember.
• Famous means I'll have people who'll want to take my place - Rich means I have money to have them taken out.
• Famous means everyone'll want dirt on me - Rich means I can buy that dirt out.
• Fame doesn't pay the bills - money does.

How and when do you reward yourself?
Submitted by Rainbird.

I have this little "habit", if you will, which I might as well share, since it helps me get through those days when things aren't really going my way [read: up shit-creek].

As it happens, I have a quaint affinity towards wrapped presents, and think that occasions for getting wrapped presents are far too few over the course of a year. So, every now and then, I go out and by myself a little gift ( which might be a little Alessi design-piece, a good book or some high-quality chocolate), and then, instead of enjoying it right away, I wrap it up, wrap some string around it and hide my little present away in some cupboard. If I really wanna feel like spoiling myself, I even write up a little card and have it tag along.

( I realize this is probably one of the weirdest things a grown man can do in life, so if you all wanna feel a bit more manly, go wrap a bottle of vodka in cellophane.)

Sometimes the present stays wrapped for no longer than a day, sometimes it takes me whole months to open it; the most important point is opening it when you really feel like you've earned/need a little gift from someone. Might as well be yourself, right, since you know what you like best?

And believe me, nothing makes an ultra-sucky day at work feel ever-so-less sucky than a gift wrapped.