Friday Five and a Morning Update

[jmfargo]

Jumping the Shark

1. Have you ever been to the ocean?
~I have been OVER the ocean, in an airplane, and seen it from thousands of feet up in the air. However, I have never actually been to the beach at the ocean, or anything similar. I want to.

2. When is the last time you wore a swimsuit?
~I wear my swim trunks quite often. However, the last time I wore them to go swimming was probably two or three years ago. In Florida.

3. Do you respect people more for staying through difficult times or knowing when to call it quits?
~I respect people more for knowing when to call it quits. I'm not saying give up whenever things get hard, but sometimes people hold on (to whatever) just for the sake of holding on.

4. Name a TV show that made a huge splash in the beginning, but has since gone downhill:
~Firefly?

5. Have you ever eaten shark?
~No, unfortunately. I've wanted to try shark for quite some time, and just haven't gotten the chance to. I'm especially interested in shark fin soup.

Just for everyone's reference, the phrase "Jump the Shark," made popular when The Fonze literally jumped a shark on a surf board in whatever the hell that show was called, means "that precise moment when a show no longer works. Perhaps it's because they've gone too far, or gotten too cheesy, but the show begins its decline at that exact moment." Well, the phrase "jump the shark" is now outdated. There's a new phrase:

"Cougar bait." As in, "When did The Simpsons become cougar bait?" It apparently stems from an episode of 24 in season 2 when a character ~gets her leg caught in a bear trap, and is later attacked by a cougar~. Or something. Spread this new phraseology far and wide!

In other news, I'm up early in the morning so that I can bring my hard-working and lovely girlfriend Maria in to her job, and then have the car afterwards. Hopefully, having the car will enable me to get a few things done that I couldn't do otherwise, like finding someone nearby with a drill press. *sigh*

Working on foam swords downstairs, it occurs to me that I truly enjoy making things with my hands. I'm not sure I'd want to have a job where I was dependant on my skills as a craftsman, unless I was my own boss, but I really enjoy creating something impressive from a few spare bits laying around.

Kind of like my halloween costume, that we still haven't developed the pictures of. I'm working on it.

Okay, last update before I go: Some of you noticed that I missed my scheduled update last night. This happens from time to time when I'm so swamped with stuff that I just can't fit it in before I crash with exhaustion. That's what happened last night.

As a special treat, I will be working on a project today that will tell the tale of the absolute most terrifying trip I've been on while ghosthunting. Believe me, you don't want to miss this! (I'm actually going to have trouble writing it. I try not to even remember it, as it vaguely resembles a Lovecraftian horror.)

Comments

[cieo.livejournal.com]

Probably because I am either a) ignorant, b) every time my pals here say they're going to NY, it's always always always the big city, or c) you said Buffalo and I started thinking about Buffalo wings and everything went a little hazy. Take your pick.

Something in your past life, eh? Edna Pontellier come to life, no? Or is it further back in your evolutionary memory--the yearning to return to the primordial soup whence you sprang forth?

[jfargo.livejournal.com]

Oooh...Buffalo wings...:)

You haven't had GOOD Buffalo wings (we just call them "wings" here) until you're in their hometown, of course!

[(Anonymous)]

Don't doubt it. It's like a Philly Cheesesteak.

-Sundance

[jfargo.livejournal.com]

Oh, come on, I've had good Philly Cheesesteak before!

Of course, I was visiting Philly at the time..but..umm...pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!