Question of the Week: If you were on death row and had to order your last meal, what would you choose to have??
Mary’s Answer: Oh, you should know from experience how hard this question is for me! Remember all the times we’ve discussed dinner?
For my last meal, I’d break my “no more buffets” resolution and go back to my roots and have a (mainly) Chinese feast! I know this is what I’d choose because Chinese food’s what I always crave - 晴 (clear) and healthy, with lots of meat and even more veggies. I’d definitely include: steamed dumplings, dim sum, seafood, eggs galore (I love eggs), washed down with proper tea. I would also have the most spectacular desserts, including chestnut cake. And a tonne of wine and hard liquor… Champagne, martinis, rum, vodka, Bailey’s, you name it. I’d totally rather be intoxicated in death, lol. Hell, the state might as well intoxicate me to death instead of wasting other chemicals on me.
And we can’t forget wonton mein for a Hong Kong girl…
Dear Linda,
Good grief, Linda, looks like you need to stay away from the Internet, lol. Ignore the games and Facebook and YouTube… I’ve only managed to ignore Facebook myself, and I think I’m happier for it. And, er, I have to admit, I really like Bejeweled (it’s so shiny), and as for videos…
Warning: do not watch this at work, even if YouTube isn’t banned. You may blow your cover by bursting into laughter and falling to the floor with a thump.
Have you seen Alanis’ cover of My Humps?!? I love it! She even managed to make the song sound good… “humps” sounds refined; astounding.
Linda, the weather in Toronto really has been bizarre lately… today it hailed, flurried, rained, and the wind blew so that I was left with a headache. Right now, there’s a dusting of snow like confectioner’s sugar on the ground. Looks like one of my litho projects come back to haunt me…*
Oh yeah, so I may have changed my mind about coming home this weekend; that is, I might be coming home after all, just for a bit. If I do, I would certainly like to see you, though possibly not to walk Rocky. I’d love to walk Rocky, but please refer to my last paragraph: blast this freakish weather!! Plus, I have a feeling that your family will be resentful of me taking you away from them, haha.
I wish you could come visit me, maybe stay over for a weekend next semester that we’re both in school. Or the opposite. Not that I’m promising a lot of fun and games, and certainly not when a lively student body has been replaced by miserable weather here… but still.
Anyway, you will note that I said I “might” go home… but I will decide by tomorrow night, because if I’m going home, that’s when it’ll be. In which case, you better watch the blog ’cause here’s where I’ll keep you posted. And if I’m home, please call my house otherwise I will be mad at you, for I hate making phone calls. (The Boy will vouch for that. For both, actually.)
I’ve had a long hump day (going shopping, relinquishing money, getting lost, freezing my head off) and going Crazy. Going Crazy deserves the capital “C” with its accompaniment of mood swings, malaise, and all-consuming temper tantrums leading to threats to get a new boyfriend (seemingly bizarre and random, but that’s Crazy for you). Incidentally, these moments of Crazy happen on a monthly basis… how bad are your moments of Crazy?
Which (the long day part) is why I better hit that Publish button and head to bed… Have a good Thursday, Linda, and a safe trip home!
Mary
*You might recall me lamenting a litho project for days on end… one that was plagued by Murphy’s Law. The assignment was to create a hybrid, and so through a “wintry beach scene”, titled Little Ice Age Summer, I explored climate change and the Canadian perspective… Wait, what was the point of this? Oh yes: I think my problematic little edition… CAME BACK TO HAUNT ME! And the rest of Toronto! Sorry Toronto!
