Some Preliminaries

I think it's time I toss an affectionate monkey wrench into these blogworks and get back to telling people what I think of them. For a while I had been progressing nicely with my zany and as yet unchallenged fiction, but I am eons behind in my reverse quiz write-ups.
So here's another one!
This time it focuses on everyone's favorite Becky, Becky.

(I had originally considered skipping her write-up, poor girl, because I knew so very little about her. Upon further reflection I realized that I knew plenty to give her a decent personal assessment.)

So here it is, Becky's write-up.
(This is the first time Becky has had an entry revolve around her. She was not part of my original Friends series.)

Now, just a few quick notes before I launch into the feature presentation.

Firstly, some explanations.

One: I am tired, as I'm sure all of you are, of these tedious and repetitive explanations. In fact, I'd guess no one is actually reading this right now. I could probably type anything I wanted.
. . .
I like to dance naked to Daft Punk songs.
With a carboard box on my head.
Sometimes I dream about being a naughty hamster.
Green!
Bleep bleep bleep.
. . .
See? No one cares.

So my first explanation is that there will be no first explanation.

Two: Coming up next, another fictional adventure. Maybe. Maybe I'll just continue with the write-ups. It's all arbitrary at this point. I just flip a coin, actually.

Three: This might be a bit short, forgive me, Becky, if you wanted more. I only know a little about the sparkling phenomenon that is you.

Four: Becky's is all positive. This is for three reasons:
1) I don't know her well enough to make any personal judgements
2) I doubt there'd be anything about her to complain about, anyway.
3) She didn't ask. Remember, if you want a open, honest, maybe hurtful write-up, you need to specify. You're next on the list, Cait. Let me know.

Here's my quiz in it's final form:

01. I will write something about you. (No less than one paragraph length.)
02. I will then tell what song/movie remind me of you.
03. If I were to apply a time to you, it would be...
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you. (Or, that failing, a half dozen words.)05. I'll tell you one of the most memorable moments I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. I'll tell you which hanky signal you'd probably go by.
09. I will describe my ideal day with you.
10. I will tell you which villainous character actor you remind me of.

I'll hazard the guess that everyone knows the specifics of my answering process. What I do say and what I don't.
I'm just going to toss in the #8. explanation.
Yeah, the Hanky Signal.
The Hanky Code was a system of wordless, sartorial communication developed by the gay community, which has spread in limited amounts to the fetish world as a whole. It shows, by the color of the handkerchief you wear and its placement in one of several locations on your person, what your particular kink is. I declined to post explanations for these. Have fun looking them up and remember to clear your history when your done.
You know what's really funny? The code varies!
(I used this one: http://www.fetishexchange.org/hanky.shtml).
I also got this addition from Amy, because her full Medieval title is Lady Aims, the Corruptress.

The ol' disclaimer: I am not an insightful person. I agonized over these for hours before finally deciding to just write what I thought was coming from my heart (but what might very well have been coming from my right kidney.) As such, don't put too much stock into what I say. Regard me less as a prophet and more as one of those shallow online surveys which, based on a pattern of dots, decide the kind of person you are. I tried to be intelligent about this. I doubt it worked.
Also, know that I love you all, and this is mere grain of sand in the Gobi of feelings I have about you.
And with that sappy line, here we go!


Some additions to the last Reverse Quizes:

Steve reminds me very much of the song Falling for the First Time, by the Barenaked Ladies.

"I'm so cool,
Too bad I'm a loser, too bad I'm a loser.
I'm so smart, too bad I can't get anything figured out.
I'm so brave, too bad I'm a baby.
I'm so fly, that's probably why it
Feels just like I'm falling for the first time.

"I'm so chill, no wonder it's freezing.
I'm so still, I just can't keep my fingers out of anything.
I'm so thrilled to finally be failing.
I'm so done, turn me over 'cause it
Feels just like I'm falling for the first time."

Also, Apple Candy, by Ben Lee.


Amy reminds me of three point five other songs:

Neon, by John Mayer.

"She's always buzzing just like
Neon, neon.
Neon, neon.
Who knows how long, how long, how long
She can go before she burns away?

"I can't be her angel now.
You know it's not my place to hold her down.
And it's hard for me to take a stand,
When I would take her anyway I can.

"She comes and she goes
Like no one cares.
She comes and she goes.
She's slipping through my hands."

(Also, the first verse of Daughters, by that self-same Mayer lad, but with a different meaning than the song intended.)

Then there's I'm Far Away, by Ben Lee.

And of course, It's Not Unusual, by the great Tom Jones.

And Tony reminds me of anything by Charlie Daniels, the MegaMan theme song, and some of the Beatles more contemplative or sillyier crap.
Also, the song Padrino, by Smash Mouth.

"Life imitates the game of chess,
You can be the rook or the pawn.
But if you have the strategy that's best,
You can be the king or in this case the don.
It's easy to get knocked out of the game,
Depending on which way you want to play.
You've got to have eyes in the back of your head,
Now that we have that out of the way . . .

"Rev of the Lincoln and let's get to drinkin' some caffeino!
Let's go to Niccoletti's 'cause he makes a mean spaghetti sauce!
I'm a connoisseur of the finer things in life,
I'll take any flick with Al Pacino.
I'm a man of respect
And I prefer to be addressed as Padrino!"

Done!

P.S. I am pumping these bad boys out one atta time, and sticking fictional posts between them. Everyone other than Amy, Steve, Tony, and Becky will have to wait a while. Sorry I didn't mention that first. Although, I kinda did . . .

P.P.S. The actual hanky codes for Tony for all those curious enough to want to know but lazy enough not to left click on the link and read several words, are as follows:

Teddy Bear: Into cuddling. Tony may be the most voracious snuggler known to modern science.
Leather: Leather fetish. What can i say, the guy likes to parade around in shiny dead cow skin.
Burgundy: Into cutting. He has a sharp-edged weapon collection.



Okay, now onward to victory, Mule!