33 posts tagged “qotd”
Do you have a pet? What kind of pet do you own, and why did you choose it?
Submitted by Brendz.
Betta fish originally come from Thai rice paddies and cool fish battlegrounds like that. Over the years, they've been bred to have bright colours and long, feathery fins. Si Fi's bottom fins are maroon and his top fins are a deep silvery blue. His body is a gradient between those two colours.
I chose a Betta because they take so little work! I give him food two or three times a day, and change his water every four or five days. And the payoff is amazing! He is as cool as a living lava lamp! Nothing like a little life to add a little life to your . . . um . . . little life. Yeah.
Si Fi lives in a gallon fishbowl with fake plants and a fake stump. He likes hanging around the plants and blowing bubbles. That's how he shows that he wants a girlfriend; he creates a heap of bubbles called a bubble nest! (Why, oh, why do we build
What do you always forget to pack?
Submitted by quornflour.
I am halfway to Barstuck's to meet my friends for coffee. I am on foot. I am surrounded by furious ninjas. I just realized that I left my weapon in the umbrella stand next to my apartment door.
Bartholomew's Extreme Survival Manual recommends that whenever you are in an emergency situation, you should figure out exactly what resources you have at your disposal. Here is the list of what I have on me right now:
- One box of Miss Turndial's Quality-Ridden Jelly Beans.
- A Barstuck's Frequent Spender card. I think I have enough points to get a small hot chocolate and a Danish pastry. That's assuming I survive the walk to Barstuck's.
- A box containing thirty-one sharpened pencils. It would contain thirty-two, but I gave one to Young Blinken, who lives across the hall from me. Blinken was bemoaning his sad lack of writing implements just as I was leaving for Barstuck's. Apparently, he was supposed to be writing a book report on Rudan Bellinsky's The Mortimers. I gave him a sharpened pencil from my box. Never let it be said that I am not neighbourly.
I dearly wish that I had not left my Gouldian broadsword at my apartment. Gouldian broadswords are the sharpest blades in the world, good against Vikings, pirates and, most importantly for me, furious ninjas.
It seems my that landlady wasn't joking when she threatened me with ninjas. I guess it really was the last time I forgot to pay my rent.
Girl, boy, game you should have won, job you should have gotten…tell us about one that got away.
Submitted by Phil.
I turned my back for just a moment, paying the $24.99 adoption fee. When I looked up, my new pet was run-crawling down the street, as fast as its little tentacles could carry it. Yelling a little-known Shennanian war cry, I took off after it, determined that my hard-earned chair-smashing money should not go to waste.
The little guy was goofy-looking on the ground, but it soon shimmied up a telephone pole and took to the miles and miles of telephone wires. Up there, it was much more natural, almost beautiful. Its eight tentacles grasped and released the wires effortlessly, propelling itself quite rapidly. My heart sank. I had no hope of catching it now.
In the distance, I saw it drop down to the street. I took off running, hoping, hoping! But it was not to be. My eight-limbed pet hailed a passing cab . . . and drove out of my life forever.
I often think about it, wondering how it has made its way in the wide, wide world. I sometimes imagine that it met a female of its kind, and is raising a thriving family, somewhere on the telephone wires high above these dingy city streets. I sometimes imagine that it learned how to drive, and is now driving cab in Istanbul or Cairo. I sometimes imagine that it is in some far lake, joyfully terrorizing nervous minnows.
Out of all the Vox posts you've written, which is your favorite? Why?
Submitted by Adam.
Congrats to Adam for having his QotD posted!
I've been writing in Vox since August 9th, 2006, so it was quite a chore to answer this question. Thanks a lot, Adam.
- My favourite serious entry is the one about trees. I like it because I dared to write about the strange emotion I often feel.
- My favourite poetic entry is the one about the pod of whales and the pack of wolves. It was so exciting to write because it came out of nowhere and developed very quickly.
- My favourite weird prose entry is the one about the dinner dice. I like the strange, unrelenting seriousness of it. And I love the last sentence!
- My favourite funny entry is the one about (imagining) being stuck in an elevator with Drew Barrymore.
If I absolutely had to pick just one of those, I guess it would be the tree one.
When you go out to eat, how do you pick where to go?
Submitted by Kristine.
If I roll a 1, then I eat at the Brisben Beach Drive-In. I usually eat a couple hotdogs and drink a large pop while watching whatever movie is playing. Last time I went, it was a double feature: Gum Stuck to My Shoe and the much acclaimed The Pelican Bill Story.
If I roll a 2, then I go to Brightland Mall and eat in the food court. Then I talk to the girl who makes custom-made jewelry at the Custom! Jewelry! booth. Sometimes I buy her a water or a pop. Making jewelry just seems like thirsty work.
If I roll a 3, then I invite myself over to the Humiltons's house. They have eleven people in their family, and they don't notice an extra body. Mrs. Humilton makes great Boston cream pie, but the kids always beat me at video games after dinner. Their favourite games are Marble Warz and Sewer Rat 3: The Battle for the Northern Outflow Pipe.
If I roll a 4, then I go to Maisy's Diner. I usually order the club sandwich and the blue juice swirling in the giant juice machine at the end of the counter.
If I roll a 5, then I contact the Potluck Network. Within an hour, I am sitting on a couch in a stranger's house. The house is crowded with at least twenty-five people and their lasagnas, shepherd's pies, cheese and crackers, Caesar salads, meatloaves and majestic swans carved out of ice.
If I roll a 6, then I take the bus to the other end of town to Famous Earnie's Hot Wings Eatery. I always have a double order of mild wings, dipping the wings in the blue cheese sauce. The celery and carrot sticks try to spoil my happiness.
If I roll a 7, then I call up my friend Drin, and we purchase large amounts of Graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate bars. We go into the empty lot behind his condo and make s'mores over a bonfire of broken chair legs. Drin works at a chair leg factory.
If I roll an 8, then I visit the Disused Chapel. If I arrive before the sun goes down, the stained glass windows paint vibrant colours on the bare wooden floor. Mysteriously, there is always bread, charbroiled fish and wine siting on top of the coat rack in the entryway. Nobody seems to know about this place.
If I roll a 9, then I give Mary Linseed a visit. We sit outside her tent, which she pitches on the roof of a different apartment building every week. She is very generous with her pemmican supply.
If I roll a 10, then I eat sushi at a secret sushi place.
If I roll an 11, then I make strawberry shortcake and take it over to the Still Pastures Retirement Home. The seniors are always glad for the company. They usually spend our time together make fun of me on their internationally syndicated television show, Blame It on the Medication, which is twenty-two minutes of high jinx.
If I roll a 12, then I take five dollars out of the hundred-year-old jar sitting next to my tattered copy of Blog Like a Maniac on my bookshelf. I walk to the corner store and buy a sandwich and bottle of iced tea. I walk to the end of my street, where Klunker's Pier still exists. I sit on the edge of the Pier, eating my sad sandwich and drinking my iced tea as the sun sinks into the ocean. I think about the weight of history weighing down on the Pier. I watch ghosts dance on the twilit water.
What is your favorite greasy spoon?
Submitted by S@ngarang.
The third one from the left. And here's why:
The first spoon does look like the ultimate greasy spoon, but it is made of an inferior alloy. I've seen anemic toddlers bend spoons like that in half.
The second spoon is well-made, certainly durable enough to survive a spoon-benders convention, but whatever coats it is not worthy to be called grease. What is that? It looks like some kind of synthetic spray-on cooking product to me.
The fourth item on this table is not technically a spoon at all, but a multi-tool developed for deep-wood survivalists and jungle combatants. True, it does have a spoon, but it also has a machete, chainsaw and flamethrower. This a greasy spoon contest, not a scariest pocket weapon contest. The grease, however, appears to be genuine enough, although it it unlike any grease I have seen up until now.
The third spoon, now that is a greasy spoon, my friend! The spoon is not only durable and a joy to gaze at, but the grease coating it is 100% genuine Canadian bear grease. In my books, the third spoon from the left is the undeniable winner.
Shane Shennan
Judge, Greasy Spoon Competition 2007
What's your musical horoscope? (Put your player on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that come up.)
Inspired by Stephanie.
Love Is Blindness - U2
Gift Shop - The Tragically Hip
free gun - fonetik
One Step Closer - U2
Half a Heart - Barenaked Ladies
4 Pixel - Saelynh
Soul Meets Body - Death Cab for Cutie
Sweet Generation - Three Star Hotel
When You Believe - The Sunflowers
Crystal Dub - Scoop
Which household chores do you most/least enjoy?
Submitted by falcon.kmc.
Of all the chores I do as de facto owner of Yonderman's Tower, the only one I utterly detest is repotting the Pajuni Vine. As some of you well know, Pajuni Vines require prompt repotting on the third Wednesday of every month. Thus, every third Wednesday, I have to gather the following items:
- any ancient urn
- spade with oak handle
- 3 gardening stakes
- 27 feet of twine
- pair of chain mail gardening gloves
- solar-powered record player
- record of classical music
My favourite chore is feeding the Moat Creature! What does it eat? Here is the recipe:
- 25 pounds of fresh ly cooked ramen noodles
- 5 pounds of frozen shrimp
- 20 pounds of live plankton
- 9 cans of Shrendelli's Extra Mushy Avocado Paste
- 3 bottles of Jedikiah's Famous Hot Sauce
I did not arrive at the recipe myself. It was written on a scroll sealed inside a Berkin's Root Beer bottle found floating in the Mysterious Goldfish Pool. It was entitled "Miss Derringer's Recipe for Feeding the Moat Creature."
Who is Miss Derringer? Where is she now? How long did it take her to invent the recipe? How do you invent a recipe for feeding Moat Creatures? What exactly is the Moat Creature, anyway? Is it dangerous? Did it devour Miss Derringer?
I don't know the answers to your questions. But I will seek out the truth in these matters and let you know.
If you could write like one fiction author, who would it be?
Submitted by Marilyn.
This is such a good question because it is so focused!
Out of all the authors I read, which one do I actually want to write like? Although I enjoy many authors such as J.R.R. Tolkien, Orson Scott Card, Dean Koontz, Agatha Christie, Louis L'Amour, and Terry Pratchett, I do not want to write like them. While I admire how they write, and I am certain that they influence my writing, I do not want to do what they do. When I read what they write, although I love to live inside their fictional worlds, I do not get that special jealous feeling creative people sometimes get.
However, when I read Crusader or Tangerine by Edward Bloor or Redwork by Michael Bedard, I get the feeling that what they write is something I could write, should write, or should have written. You know what it is like when a song or movie or book that really resonates with you? That is what these books do to me. Something about the realism of those young adult books grab me, which is strange, because I tend to read more fantastic books than realistic books.
What's the best way to get on your good side?
Submitted by Manon-It-All.
Gifts of food are always welcome. I suggest chicken wings, sushi, pizza, lasagna and/or tacos.
Hey . . . wait a minute. Just why are you trying to get on my good side?