Patrick's Saturday Six Lovely Autumn Day Edition

 

1. How many AOL J-landers have you actually met in person?

None.  But Scalzi is at a convention about fifteen minutes from me and I could track him down. . .nah.  Wait a minute, Emmapeeldallas [Talking to Myself] is someone I consider a friend.  Ha.  Sorry, Judi.  But we knew each other before J-land. We have her ex-husband in common.  He was my boyfriend once.  Before she met, married, had four wonderful kids and divorced him -- amicably. As a matter of fact, turns out I get custody of him next week.

2. How many photos that you have taken yourself are hanging on display in your home in a size of 8x10 or larger?  (The print, not the frame!)

Only one 8 x 10. A black and white photo of my daughters.

3. How far do you live from your job?  What is your commute time like?  Has the distance prompted you to consider alternative transportation because of gas prices?

I live two feet from my job, since I work out of my house.  However I do have to commute to edit, shoot, go to meetings, etc.  Luckily, my commute isn't every day. 

4. Take this quiz:   What decade does your personality live in?

Suddenly, it's 1978.

5. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #70 from Kris:  What is the funniest, most original Halloween costume you've ever seen?

A guy I know dressed up as a pig. The pig head and body were amazing. He even had on pink tights.  Only problem was, he didn't know you need to wear more than tights when you wear tights. Actually, on reflection that may have been the best part of the costume for me. Certainly the most memorable when he sat down.

6. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #71 from Courtenay: What is your favorite paragraph in a literary work?  This might be a thought, or a message, or a descriptive passage which has remained in your consciousness throughout the years.  Be sure to post the name of the book and author.

The opening paragraph of Out of Africa by Isak Dinesen. The first line reads like the lyric of a song. I'll track it down eventually. [See below] And check the spelling of her name, which I always screw up. But not this time, apparently.

"I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.  The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the Nortj, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet.  In the day-time you felt that you had got high up, near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were  cold."