210 posts tagged “qotd”
If you were sent to prison for an undefined amount of time, what would you miss most?
Probably being able to masturbate in private.
Furthermore, ONCE AGAIN, VOX, fuck your fucking sponsored QotD's that graffiti your greed all over our blogs.
If you could to create your own music band, whom would you put in it?
Submitted by Jack Yan.
Allow me to translate this from the apparent non-native-English-speaker who submitted it.
If you could recruit any musicians, alive or dead, into your perfect band, who would they be?
I don't really have an answer. That question was just pissing me off.
What would you like written on your tombstone?
Pepperoni, salami, and extra cheese.
What story of personal greatness, achievement or success would your co-workers or friends be surprised to learn about you?
I cannot think of any personal stories of greatness, achievement, or success that do not involve a roleplaying game character, which is possibly the saddest comment upon a life that a person can make.
Also, I notice that this QotD is sponsored, and that a sponsorship link shows up in our post when we answer it (I have erased this link). Remember how much I bitched about this crap the last time you did it, Vox? I'm not any cooler about it now than I was then. Please stop trying to slip adverts into our content. It is beyond sleazy. Sponsorship is a necessary evil, but nobody wants a corporation's brand splashed across their blog posts.
Or in their tags, for that matter.
Guns n' Roses just announced a worldwide summer tour. Will you be buying tickets for this concert? Who would you like to seem them tour with?
I would never dream of buying overpriced tickets to see Axl Rose's fake G N' R stadium tour. Even during their legitimate heyday, the real Guns N' Roses were frequently extremely late and very hit-or-miss as to whether or not you were going to get a good show.
I would rather see an actual G N' R cover band than this joke. I bought the album, and very occasionally listen to it, but to support this sham with the purchase of a concert ticket is unforgivable.
Do you ever worry that your online reputation could hurt you the next time you're looking for a new job?
My online reputation is impeccable.
Isn't that right, naked girl on the toilet?
You have four unexpected guests showing up for dinner in less than an hour, you haven't been to the store in days, and you want to impress them with a delicious meal. Luckily, you find just the thing, and soon your guests arrive and are partaking of your improvisational feast with many compliments about its deliciousness. But then, suddenly, the lights switch off in your dining room, and there is a scream and sounds of a struggle! A shot rings out! A body heavily falls to the floor. When the lights return, you see that one of your dinner guests, a Mr. Solomon Marche, is lying on the floor, blood pooling about his body. Rebecca Marche, his wife, screams and faints. You are astonished to find a smoking gun in your hand, warm from its recent violence. Stan Dougherty and Wayne Peterson are looking at you accusingly. You swear to God you didn't kill Solomon! You were old friends! What do you do? Oh, God, what do you do?
I call up my old college chum and world-reknowned detective Professor Mercule Endeavour, to help me solve this dastardly crime. I will not be framed for a murder I didn't commit!
If you could be an expert in any one field, which one would you choose?
Life. I'd like to be able to succeed at this thing we call "living". Some people really have it figured out, like George Clooney or those guys who live at the beach selling driftwood sculpture. It would be nice to be one of those people, living without cares, succeeding sometimes seemingly by accident. Because I'm 38 and I haven't figured out a single fucking thing about this existence (except the importance of not being a deceitful douchebag, so I'm actually up on most, I guess).
I try to treat people I like with respect, and I try to do the little creative things that I think I'm supposed to do, but I can't escape the fear that I am failing terribly.
Some of us are late bloomers, and some of us never bloom at all. I hope I don't turn out to be the latter.
Okay, enough. Two of my posts this week have been written from the therapist's cough, and that's two too many.
February 17th is Random Acts of Kindness Day. What acts of kindness have you done or plan on doing today?
Submitted by Emeree.
Today, I will let everybody live.
What are you doing to save money during this economic downslide?
Submitted by Jenn.
I've stopped paying extra for the "happy ending" when I go in for a massage.
