Memeage

From Cordy, and Woody.


1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
Why won't my hair ever, ever, ever behave when I'm sleeping? I put it up for a reason.

2. When is the next time you will have sex?
How am I supposed to know that?

3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR"?
Before.

4. Favorite planet?
I like the one we're on.

5. Who is the last person on your missed call list on your mobile?
Keelia I think? Maybe Miranda.

6. What is your favorite ring on your phone?
Sin Wagon

7. What kinda shirt you have on?
Just a tshirt.

8. What do you "label" yourself?
Just a girl.

9. Name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing?
They're shoes. Flip flops actually.

10. Bright or dark room?
Well now that all depends.

11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
Woody, I don't know so well. Cordy I adore.

12. If you're alone in a room with two beds, which one do you sleep on?
The one farthest from the door.

13. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Reading.

14. What did your last text message say that you received on your mobile?
My folks I think, Dad checking in, some witty way or another?

15. Where is your letter box?
Up at the front of the property. It's a pretty walk there.

16. What's a word that you say a lot?
Okay? Darn? I don't know, someone tell me.

17. Who told you he/she loved you last?
Wesley.

18. Last furry thing you touched?
Christa.

19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?
One.

20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?
Digital camera.

21. Favorite age you have been so far?
29.

22. Your worst enemy?
Myself.

23. What is your current desktop picture?
The Grand Canyon.

24. What was the last thing you said to someone?
The way I ramble, it's hard to keep track, but talking to Wesley about the school.

25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly, which would you take?
I don't need to be able to fly, so the money.

26. Do you like someone?
What kind of question is this? I like lots of people.

27. The last song you listened to?
Something from Queen? It's hard to miss between the walls.

28. If the last person you spoke to was getting shot at, would you jump in front of the bullet?
Yes. Without a thought otherwise. Because if I thought it through it probally wouldn't be the smartest thing I ever did. But there's instincts, I think.

29. If you could punch one person in the face who would it be?
He's dead, so I don't have to worry with it.
Maybe Lilah.

30. What is the closest object to your left foot?
My shoe?




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Grilling Out

She'd promised a BBQ, and she was looking forward to following through on that.

There had been the momentary flash of panic of course, when she figured out that there was really only place to have it. The thought of the two places she'd been keeping so seperate in her head made her a bit funny in the stomach, and in the head, but after a while even though it'd been forced? It seemed better, too. A person's head should never be two seperate places. She knew that from experince.

It was an excuse to call home, too. It was easy enough to transcribe the measurements when shopping, to make sure she had enough of everything, but the timing was as important as anything else, and that meant talking to Dad for a refresher. They'd talked more after that, and Fred found a permanant sort of smile on her face for the rest of the morning.

Mostly, she was too careful of a cook. All the training and lessons that made her so strong in the lab, held her back in the kitched. She was too careful measuring things out, to specific. And while things never turned out bad, they never had much personality either.

But BBQ was different. She could remember those first afternoons, wrapped out her Dad's knee, and looking up at the gril as he worked away. The sticky heat the flew off the grill always made her think of home. And year after year, the top of the grill got closer as she got taller, until she could finally see everything. That last summer, before she left home, her folks had declared her officially trained in the way of the family BBQ.

Nothing was precise here. It was messy, and alive, and Fred felt both when she did both, welcoming the sticky heat all over again. Chicken, ribs, even pulled pork simmering in the crock, all with homemade sauce and ready to hot the afternoon sun. All with the slightest variations in flavor and bite. Side dishes sat piled up and ready, too.

The grill was all set up, and a picnic table too. She'd found a checkered cloth that made her think of home, and tossed that out too. Fred busied herself heating the grill, none of that gas would do. This was coal, and wood chips, and a burn you had to pay attention too. She's left directions, so not there was nothing to do but watch, and wait.