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27 January 2006

CIA rat bastard

Janey feckin' mack. Langley's man in Dublin has tagged me with a 'meme' even stoopider, if marginally more mystical, than that Meme of Four thing: a Meme of Seven.

It appears I am the victim of random senseless meme-propagation -- Joe simply closed his eyes, stuck seven pins into his monitor and tagged the names he'd pinned. I won't be so cruel; I shall deliberately choose seven people from my blogroll who I believe are likely to ignore their tagging with the contempt it deserves, if indeed they learn of it at all. This meme has been making the rounds for a while now, and if any of the candidates were previously infected and are thus now immune, well, all the better for them. So: Seth, Richard, Des, Dragan, Abiola, Seb and Dinesh -- you're it.

My answers below the flip.

Seven things to do before I die:

  1. Spend two years wandering in Australia
  2. Ditto, in New Zealand
  3. Learn Catalan
  4. Describe a new species
  5. Make a cassoulet
  6. Buy a big old house north of the Finn
  7. Really get my head round the Price equation once and for all

Seven things I cannot do:

  1. Any dance beyond the Basic Waltz and the Caucasian Twitch
  2. Play a musical instrument
  3. Speak more than the cupla focal of the (hee hee) first national language
  4. At the moment and in this country, drive
  5. Say where I will be living in two years' time
  6. Pronounce ferrocarril in a manner that would satisfy a Spaniard
  7. Fit into my oldest jeans, alas

Seven things that attract me to a city:

  1. Its food markets
  2. The number and variety of its non-native communities
  3. Highly 'urban' character combined with easy access to the back of beyond
  4. Presence of one or more universities
  5. Prevalence of surviving pre-WWII architecture
  6. At least two 'arty' cinemas
  7. A beergarden

Seven things I say:

  1. Just five minutes more.... [rolls over, snores]
  2. Well now that was delicious, though I say so myself
  3. Ha leck mi doch!
  4. That won't do at all, I'm afraid
  5. Don't worry, she probably won't bite you
  6. Oh, I don't think they suffer much
  7. These were much less expensive before the euro!

Seven books I like:

  1. Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne
  2. The Chronic[what?!]cles of Narnia by CS Lewis
  3. Till We Have Faces by the same
  4. Murphy by Samuel Beckett
  5. The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon
  6. The Poor Mouth by Flann O'Brien
  7. Der Hartmut in Baiern by Haggi

Seven movies that I’ve loved:

  1. Gallipoli
  2. Zoolander
  3. The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
  4. Tender Mercies
  5. Alien
  6. Repo Man
  7. Crimes and Misdemeanors

Hmm. By putting my six taggees above the fold in a normal sentence, I would appear to have reduced the number of categories to six. Perhaps that will break the evil power of this thing.

Posted by Mrs Tilton at 01:04 PM | Permalink

Comments

Yikes! We'll have a go at the weekend.

Posted by: des von bladet at 27 Jan 2006 13:37:10

Joyks!
How can I be tagged if no one told me? And I have a real aversion to 'memes'
or anything else having to do with *&^%%#@! Dawkins.
But I'll think up something...

Posted by: Seth Edenbaum at 31 Jan 2006 06:41:15

Jameson was my father's drink. A Jew from the Bronx, he refused to drink Bushmills on principle (and later out of habit.)
Black Bush is better -really good- but I stick with Jameson for sentimental reasons.

WATER!!???


Posted by: Seth Edenbaum at 1 Feb 2006 23:34:33

Yes, water. A mere drop or two, mind, and take care it's not frozen.

Releases the flavour of the whisky, and makes pretty swirling patterns.

Posted by: Mrs Tilton at 2 Feb 2006 00:07:09

By the way, if your father's anti-Bushmills principle had anything to do with that notorious Bronx Jewish solidarity with Northern Irish nationalism, you may rest easy. The Bushmills distillery, like all other major distilleries on the island of Ireland, is owned these days by a French conglomerate.

Posted by: Mrs Tilton at 2 Feb 2006 00:09:50

He knew; but old habits die hard
(and old Stalinists die harder).
Call it Uistalgie.

(I had to work for that one. I hope you like it!)

Posted by: Seth Edenbaum at 2 Feb 2006 23:29:33

I dunno; that's awfully close to uiscalgie, which would be an appropriate term for a Laphroaig-induced killer hangover.

Enjoyed in moderation, however, uistalgie is doubtless pleasant. Sláinte, so.

Posted by: Mrs Tilton at 3 Feb 2006 12:31:28

I drink BUSHmills because it bears the name of our fearless leader!

And all you ninnies who are still whining about the defeat of Senator Lurch of Massachusetts, well, in the words of the great P.Diddy, "Don't hate....congratulate!" Yeeeeeaahhhh!

Posted by: leo schnauzer at 6 Feb 2006 07:59:45