Every little once in a while the questions for the feast aren’t that palatable, so I go for something else. Here’s my something else this week:
On My Sleeve
How emotional are you? Do you wear your emotions on your sleeve? Do you put a lot of thought into what you say before you say it?
Oh, my! I am one of those terribly complicated people who are VERY emotional, but not outwardly most of the time. I will let go of the emotions at church and occasionaly with really good friends if I feel they’re not terribly burdened with anything of their own at present. That said, most people know how I feel about stuff just cause I’m usually that blunt clueless and tell them without thinking. I much prefer writing things out because I can put thought into what I say and get as close to possible to what it is I mean and not just the emotions behind them. Those blasted emotions.. sometimes they get in the way of a good discussion!
Throw Down!
Who would win in a grudge match:
Captain Kirk vs. Captain Picard? Captain Picard, easily! Yeah, I know the obvious choice would be Kirk. Well, maybe a young Kirk. But with Picard’s disciplined authority and brainpower, I think he would best Kirk easily. Yes, I do enjoy Star Trek… what of it?
Jason Bourne vs. James Bond? Well, I’m going with Jason Bourne here just cause there’s been way too many dang Bonds! Plus, doesn’t he always seem to have his hands full with all those women? Giminy! Love me for my brains not my… well, just love me for my brains!
Haiku
this is our haiku
syllables five seven five
one line at a time
I’ll begin with five syllables, the next person will write a seven syllable line, then the next person will finish up the poem with five syllables. Person #4 will begin a new Haiku, etc…..
This one I’ll have to go there and look into and play along… I’ll bring back my entry and you can play along here or go there.
Bev said “Chatting with Snoopy” to which I added:
Bi-Planes whizzing overhead
Picard, easy. I mean really…some short skirt walks past Kirk and it’s all over but the bell.
OH, wait, I think I’m thinking fist fighting not just holding a grudge. Meh. Same outcome.
Not getting sucked into haiku…brain not functioning enough…had not heard about the blog party…will possibly crash and do the wallflower thing.
OH…and I did want to ask about the feet thing from last month…how’s that for cryptic, LOL?
Hi Tammy! I was thrilled to see you stopped by. I hope all is well in your corner of suburbia.
I loved your logic to your throw down responses! I’m not sure about Picard or Kirk but I choose Picard any day – that British accent and smooth manner!
Take care,
B
Took… the feet are still up in the air *grin*. I guess I’m ahaving a hard time deciding whether it’s just something I want to do (and so, is it self serving which is not what I want) or truly something that needs to be done. I do show my feelings in a lot of other ways… so, I’m still sitting on the fence for this one. Which, maybe, should be where I stay til God tells me otherwise?… At one time my Dear Heart was fond of saying something to the effect that he has to make his own decisions because he doesn’t often hear a voice from a burning bush… I hate making decisions sometimes. How can we ever be sure? So, I stay oon the fence and wait.
As for haiku… my daughter and I promptly sat here counting on our fingers to come up with a last line…
Chatting with Snoopy
By-planes wizzing overhead
The Barron is here!
Remember, the voice isn’t always as dramatic as a burning bush.
Posed the Trekkie question to DH last night (uber fan…I mean, when I married the fellow he had Star Trek home decor, including collector plates. PLATES! We let him put it all up in our walk in closet – the only room he was to decorate, haha). He was shocked, shocked, and a little disgusted with me that I would have chosen Picard. First, he said Kirk only had three speeds: slick, lovin’ ladies and kick-butt. Second, he felt it was percisely Picard’s self discipline and brainpower that would keep him out of such a mess. Besides, when any one went down because of Picard it was usually at the hands of his man Worf.
Hey, thanks for stoppin’ by my blog!