Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Question 26

1. Is there someone in your life to whom you owe a thank you, a sincere expression of gratitude ... someone who did something for you who you may not have had the chance to thank. If so, who are they and what did they do for you?

2. What are you currently listening to?

3. What is your favorite letter in the alphabet? What is your favorite number? And what is your favorite material?

15 Comments:

At 10:29 AM , Blogger MrFisher said...

Well, while I'm LTTG but here, and you snuck a new question in on me.

1) My mother. She did her best given the circumstances and at the time of my youth I was too filled with angst to appreciate her effort. We haven't and don't talk much since my teens, and I really owe her a very big thank you, I see her influences in my life occasionally and they are positive things that were instilled without my knowing. So, thanks Ma.

2) U2- Achtung Baby

3) The letter 3, kidding, it's actually always been Q. Number 10 (69 for back up), and material would have to be Canvas.

 
At 11:20 AM , Blogger Tamara said...

1) I'm really bad about saying "Thank you". I'm usually so embarrassed that something was done for me that I clam up, avert my eyes, and then run away. I think about this a lot: I owe a big, embarrassed "thank you" to the family that let me stay with them when my mom kicked me out. ...I usually give gifts instead of saying thanks, but I'm not yet able to send this family what I feel is the appropriate size of gift. And they're not expecting it, so I'm waiting. It'll be good.

2. Some JUNKY POP MUSIC playing on the radio in the Big Boss' office.

3a. Since forever, my favorite things have usually begun with the letter "P"--except for my favorite musicians, whose names usually begin with "B".

3b. My favorite numbers are "3" and "33".

3c. My favorite material? PRE-IRONED silk. :D

 
At 1:34 PM , Blogger Zoodle said...

1. Mom & Dad. They fought with me on a daily basis from 13-15 yrs old. I stayed in school, did not do drugs, and have a pretty nice life. I was lucky to have them.

2. WCRE Radio!!

3. J or S, 13, warm/soft/cozy flannel (I know, I'm a dork).

 
At 2:03 PM , Blogger punky said...

1. Melissa Santanella. When a "friend" stole my diary in Junior High School and read it on the school bus day after day, I was too insecure and scared to do anything about it but sit and let them read excerpts from it. A girl, who wasn't really even a friend, told her Mom about it and her Mom told her to tell the teacher and get my diary taken away from the kids. She went to school the next day and told the principal. The kids got in trouble and I got my diary back ... and Melissa became the target of many 7th graders hatred. I never said thank you. I don't know why. I guess I was just glad it was over, I went back to trying to be invisible and never told her how much what she did mattered and how brave she was for coming to the defense of another student and risking being hated for it. She was all class, that Melissa. I think of her often and her bravery inspires me to this day.

2. Radio Paradise

3a. W
3b. 3 or 33 (honest)
3c. uber soft chenille

 
At 2:20 PM , Blogger Tamara said...

OH!!! *HUUUGGGS little 7th-Grader-Punky!*

 
At 2:30 PM , Blogger Kafaleni said...

1. Probably my intermediate teacher. I was a pain in the anywhere you can imagine at ages 11 & 12. But he kept coming back, and he never gave up. He encouraged me and told me that I was worth it and I could do it. I don't think I ever said thank you, although I've listed him as a huge influence many times since. So Mr Haase, wherever you are.. Thank you.

2. Traffic going past my window. It's rush hour-ish and there's a constant hum of cars occasionally interrupted by the rumble of a bus or truck.

3a. X. It doesn't get used a lot, but it's a very handy little letter.

3b. 3 or 17. No reason. Sometimes I pick 13 just because everyone paints it as a bad luck-type number and it must feel kinda lonely and sad. Yes, I personify everything, even abstract concepts such as time and numbers.

3c. Silk, but not for sheets. Because if you;re wearing silky things and sleeping on silky sheets, you just might slide right off.

 
At 4:26 PM , Anonymous kingw said...

1) Mom. I did have a chance to thank her. She was exactly right for my personality. If I got pushed I dug my heels in. Mom never really pushed. I miss her every single day.

2)Jack FM

3a) P because I am chidish sometimes

3b) Pi mmmmm Pi

3c) Wood. You didn't say clothing material. Concrete is pretty good too.

 
At 4:53 PM , Blogger punky said...

Kingw ... I meant materials of all kinds ... actually I wasn't even thinking clothing when I asked the question.

 
At 6:17 PM , Blogger Higgy said...

1. My grandfather (or Bampy, in Welsh) who played Pontoon (Blackjack)with me when I was younger. He spent time with me, listened to me and never said a cross word.
2. My wife feeding our son and the clock ticking.
3. S - because you make so much when you add it to the ends of words. Don't really have a number, so I'll be nerdy and pick 42. My favorite material is wood - but if you mean material for clothes, then I'll go for either silk or crushed velvet. Not that I own any, but still...

 
At 10:17 PM , Anonymous boo augustus said...

1. I'd like to thank the Academy for this award. And of course God, for giving me the talent. And my agent Artie, who stood by me even when I couldn't land a feminie hygiene product commercial and had to do the low budget Norwegian gay porn movie.
2. George Carlin's "You People Are All Diseased."
3. Favorite letter: "R." It's not over used like ABCD and E. It doesn't get jostled and all mixed up in JLOMNK sequence. And it doesn't feel like it's just been tacked on and forgotten at the end like WXY and Z. Favorite number: "18." I don't have to explain why, right? Favorite material: "high thread count, 100 percent cotton, white percale sheets that have been recently washed and dried outdoors on the clothes line. Smooth, soft and comfprtable with just a little stiff edge.

 
At 2:08 AM , Anonymous Sallyacious said...

1. My great aunt and uncle, who didn't have any children of their own. So they took my college-aged dad under their wings and then my mom and when I was born, Dad told them to consider me their first grandchild. So I had three sets of grandparents growing up, and Aunt Fern and Uncle Maurice were probably closest emotionally to who I am.

When I was getting ready to graduate from high school, they called to ask Dad to reserve a hotel room for them. "You don't have to come," he told them. "Nonsense," said Aunt Fern. "Our eldest grandchild is graduating. Of course we have to be there."

By the time I figured out just how lucky I was to have them in my life, they were gone. I miss them both so much. Aunt Fern, Uncle Maurice, thank you for treating me like an equal and intelligent being, even when I was too young to talk. Thank you for loving me unconditionally. Thank you for your gentleness and love of books and gadgets. Thank you.

2) The Palouse wind whipping around the house and yard. It's making our Woodstock windchime sing. And rocking the house occasionally with awfully heavy gusts. I hope we still have a whole roof in the morning.

3) I don't really have a favorite letter. I find them all useful. Though I think X doesn't get nearly enough play.

My favorite numbers: 3, 16, 27. Because 3 is funny, just ask any theatre practitioner; 16 is my birthday; and 27 was the year I figured out who I was.

My favorite materials: paper and ink. Especially in combination. Though there's alot to be said for the wood of a stage floor. And for the smell and feel of fresh compost and healthy soil...

 
At 11:22 AM , Anonymous insomniac said...

1. i would like to thank the whole blogging universe for giving me an outlet for humorous activities...
2.nothing ,but the voices in my head are listening to the Killers
3.favorite letter , x, as in 'solve for', favorite number, i'll be completely obvious and say 1,729.
favorite material:pre-stressed concrete, because it was such a chore shouting out "you'll never amount to anything, you'll collapse at the first sign of pressure" at bridges

fquwk- oh yeah! well, same to you!

 
At 11:51 AM , Blogger punky said...

If anyone cares, I also have a MySpace page where I post a baby blog ... so far there are only two posts ... but it will grow. Since I tend to only post questions here ... any ponderings about my life will go there. Stalkers only, please.

Thanks :)

You can find my page by checking out my profile, under webpage. Nifty, eh? Please do not link to it on your sites. Thanks.

 
At 5:38 PM , Blogger Kafaleni said...

oooh... *runs to check*

from memory, unlike blogspot, you have to join myspace to comment or do anything there.. gonna have a look round anyway

 
At 8:47 PM , Anonymous Bismuth said...

3) U, 11, Bismuth

 

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