More to Me Than Before
Okay, I don’t have the stuff to make this happen on my bio page here at home, but I’m going to answer your questions and then probably just append the entry on to the bio tomorrow at work.
So, without further ado …
Victor asked: “being one who has knowledge of uah, i’m curious about the spring semester sga campaign…did you advertise early (or illegally, whatever was claimed) as the exponent claimed, and, if you knew what you did was a problem (did you?), did you do it on purpose or accidentally? in general, what happened there? yeah, it’s a silly set of questions, but being a dork, i’m supposed to ask these kind of things.”
Guilty. To quote Denis Leary in his nutty, hypothetical rant on going on a bender and then coming out of it on No Cure for Cancer, “Sorry! I fucked up!” Really, I did as was stated in The Exponent. Heck, I gave ‘em the background for the story.
On purpose or accidental? More like subliminal. Not really on purpose, but not accidental, either. I know better–I WROTE the rule I broke. [Nothing worse than that feeling, lemme tell ya!]
There’s more on that subject in this entry.
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fosh asked: “why IJSM? will you marry me? =D”
Ahhhh, the story of IJSM is told shortly right here. I still want input from my brother. -cough-.
Marry you? Fosh, um, no. But you should come to Huntsville someday.
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Noah asked a lot of questions. He’s good at that. I’ve listed ‘em here:
Q: If you were a superhero, what would your special power be and why?
A: The power to go without sleep.
Q: How would you define good and evil?
A: Good is that which uplifts; evil is that which drags down.
Q: What’s your favourite myth?
A: To quote Nick Cage in City of Angels, “The enduring myth of heaven.” Now, I see myth not as in, “Story that is untrue,” but in, “Story that might have some truth to it, but more an oral tradition than anything.” I believe in the afterlife, I even believe in Heaven, but I think we haven’t glimpsed it at all.
Q: Do you ever want to be a father someday? Why or why not?
A: Oh, yes. Because that would fulfill a relationship with my wife, and I want to be married and pass on our genes [whoever she is].
Q: What one work of art, music or literature, do you most wish you’d created?
A: The Messiah or “The Hallelujah Chorus”.
Q: What’s the hardest thing in the world to forgive?
A: Yourself.
Q: If you were appointed as the first ambassador to an extraterrestrial civilisation, what would be the first question you’d ask them?
A: Where’s the bathroom?
Q: What are you most obsessed about?
A: Women.
Q: Who’s your main hero or role model, if any, and why?
A: Sounds hokey, but Jesus Christ. The only perfect man.
Q: If you had to be a game show host, describe the game show you’d create.
A: I leave game shows to Doug.
Q: What are the current contents of your refrigerator?
A: I don’t want to walk that far, Noah! =) Condiments, luncheon meat, cheese, milk, filtered water jug, jelly, eggs, butter, and some pasta sauce, if it’s like it normally is.
Q: What does it mean to be normal?
A: Define normal. =)
Q: What do you think science is best at, and worst at?
A: Finding facts; finding Truth.
Q: If there were such a thing as reincarnation, what do you believe you’d be reincarnated as?
A: Me. My God is the God of second chances. =)
Q: If the internet were a woman, what would her name be and what would she look like?
A: Norma Jean–old, faded, silicone-enhanced, running her own pay-for-porn site.
Q: What was the biggest surprise you’ve ever received in your life?
A: Oh, probably almost drowning. Getting caught in that undertow was … scary. =)
Q: Tastes great or less filling?
A: Miller Lite tastes better than Bud Light and Coors Light [the Silver Bullet doesn't have a taste, really--it's akin to drinking an IV bag], and no beer really “fills” me, so tastes … better. =)
Q: If you were forced to describe God in one sentence, what would it be?
A: God is.
Q: What will the next big thing be?
A: Something no one expects. If I tell you, it won’t happen.
Q: Where do you want to go today?
A: Heaven. =)
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If you have more questions, fire away, I guess, here or via email.
Normal doesn’t exist in reality. Normal is simply an average of all the possible outcomes. One is not going to find a datum that meats the mean value in all areas.
Okay, so I’ve been taking statistics this semester.
I don’t have any desire to go to Heaven just yet. I think I’m on earth to accomplish a certain number of things–and right now, I’m so far behind, I’ll never die.
October 11th, 2001 at 9:39 am(At least we’re not asking this on domesticat; can you imagine the long metaphysical answers there? eeep.)
…and I fear I must confirm that you are just as obsessed with women as you say you are. Silly women. They will learn.
Q: You admit to having watched City of Angels? Even the horrid last fifteen minutes?
October 11th, 2001 at 10:01 amOh, but that would be FUN, Amy! =) But really, I think I could come up with a statistical proof that, indeed, no one person is normal.
What do you mean, "silly women"? That none of them have allowed me to show my true colors, or that they’re just women? =P
I admit to it. I don’t like it, but I admit to it. It was okay up until the last, and then I was like, "WTF?"
October 11th, 2001 at 10:11 amthanks for the answer hoss.
October 11th, 2001 at 12:24 pmVictor, do I know you? I am really drawing a blank if so. =)
October 11th, 2001 at 12:26 pmHeh, well, the point of asking you "what does it mean to be normal" is for me to find out what *you* think normal is.
And I wouldn’t want you to go to heaven today. A hundred years or so from now, maybe, but I insist you stay put on this strange little speck of blue until then. I’m selfish that way.
October 11th, 2001 at 12:41 pmFWIW, I thought Dad called it the Indy School of *Crisis* Management. But, IJSM (sans "Crisis") works just as well.
October 12th, 2001 at 5:40 amI’ll take Noah’s query here…
"If you had to be a game show host, describe the game show you’d create."
Naturally, I’d wish I’d created something like "Jeopardy!" or "The Price is Right" — that way I’d be writing this from my stately mansion in New England. But, since I didn’t, here’s one concept I actually tried on the ‘net.
For lack of a better title, I called it "CA$HWORD". It was a game involving three players. When a player’s turn commenced, (s)he would be staked with $10 and pick a square from a board of 12 numbered squares. Behind nine of them are different letters of the alphabet plus three special spaces. If the player revealed a letter, (s)he would have to come up with a word containing that letter (and other letters from previous picks). If the word is declared an acceptable, dictionary-certified English word, his/her money doubles; if not, his/her turn ends and the other players split the money accrued. Player could bank the money accrued and end his/her turn after successfully doubling the pot (wise choice especially if you found some rotten letter like Q, Z or X early on).
When a new turn starts, a new board of letters and special spaces (trust me, I’ll get to ‘em in a sec) is loaded.
As for the special spaces, there would be a "double" space (automatically doubling the pot without having to make a word), a "half" space (as you’d expect, it’s the antithesis of the "double" space) and a "wild card" space worth an extra $50 to the pot and the right to turn the wild space into any of the 26 letters in the alphabet.
This would go for two rounds (second round, pot starts at $20 for the sake of "playing catch-up").
Afterward, there would be a risk round involving a puzzle with six one word clues (concealed by the numbers 1-6) leading to the identity of a person, place or thing. Each player would secretly select a clue (if 2 or all 3 pick the same clue, the board randomly picks clues until a total of three are revealed). After three clues are revealed, the players would write down the solution to the puzzle plus a wager. Much like Final Jeopardy, the correct solution adds the amount of the wager, a wrong answer subtracts.
"CA$HWORD" borrowed elements of "Password", the aforementioned "Jeopardy" and a short-lived series called "Winning Streak". All the episodes of "WS" are believed to have been destroyed except for one that was slated to air August 9, 1974 but didn’t (brownie points to the first one to figure out why).
Note: We only played for fun and not real money (thus making that mansion in New England impossible). Barely two years after I ended the game (due in part to personal burnout), some are begging for a comeback — which *might* happen. If so, look for it at http://www.dougmorris.cjb.net
October 12th, 2001 at 6:17 amCrisis Management is simply one of the programs. =)
And now, Noah, you see why I leave these things to Doug. =)
October 12th, 2001 at 7:01 amWhat’s the F for?
November 23rd, 2001 at 1:39 amSince you asked, Aaron: it’s Franklin. Ergo sum, my comment about going by Frank when we moved South that I made to you the other night whilst playing Scrabble. :p
Now, if you’re really bloody curious, I’m Geoffrey Franklin Morris: Geoffrey because my parents liked it, Franklin for my mom’s uncle, Morris because, uh, that’s the family name.
November 23rd, 2001 at 8:42 am