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stringertheory) wrote2010-08-22 09:08 pm
stringertheory) wrote2010-08-22 09:08 pm
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The Return of the Meme
It's baaaaack! Previous answers here and here.
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book_eater:
1. You're a Bond Villain. Describe yourself, your evol henchman and your ultimately ill-fated plan for world domination and killing 007.
My name would be Miss Moore-O'Moor. I'd be the daughter of British socialites, a pampered child turned into a manipulative ebil genius. I'd dress a bit eccentrically, you know, putting together plaids and stripes in the same outfit, wearing ball gowns on Tuesday afternoons, donning 70s-era Saturday-night-roller-skate-disco-party gear to walk my dog, that sort of stuff. My henchmen would all be big beefy hunks of males, and I would require that they all dress like the dudes from the "Man! I Feel Like a Woman" video. My lair would be housed in some undiscovered South American ruins, far off the beaten path and rather bushy from the outside, but pure 60s swinger's pad on the inside, with a touch of steam-punk lab thrown in for good measure. I would hire some nerdy computer whiz to hack into the databases of the banks of the world and rewrite all their programming so that the systems of currency are totally destroyed. I would hold the key to deciphering the scrambled codes, and would accept nothing less than total surrender to my every whim before I would give up the key. 007 would, of course, be sent after me, and be captured by my right-hand man, Marco (Polo!). While I cackle gleefully over my "Demand Countdown Clock", 007 would be restrained and force-fed peanut butter, which I had been informed he was highly allergic to. Unfortunately, my intel would have been dreadfully wrong (he was actually allergic to mayo), and after faking unconsciousness, he would manage to get free of his bindings, karate chop my henchmen out of the way, and stop me from completing my EBIL plans. "There'll be no more of this, Miss Moore-O'Moor. You're finished."
2. Cat or Dog?
I'd rather have a dog; I'd rather be a cat.
3. Favorite Ice cream?
Strawberry cheesecake.
4. You're a starship captain. Is it a big-ass one like the Enterprise, or more homely like Serenity? Or the Millenium Falcon?
More like Serenity. Unless the occasion came up, and I could captain, say, the Hammond.
5. Biggest fictional crush?
My very first crush ever was MacGyver, followed very closely by Sam Beckett.
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book_eater:1. You're a Bond Villain. Describe yourself, your evol henchman and your ultimately ill-fated plan for world domination and killing 007.
My name would be Miss Moore-O'Moor. I'd be the daughter of British socialites, a pampered child turned into a manipulative ebil genius. I'd dress a bit eccentrically, you know, putting together plaids and stripes in the same outfit, wearing ball gowns on Tuesday afternoons, donning 70s-era Saturday-night-roller-skate-disco-party gear to walk my dog, that sort of stuff. My henchmen would all be big beefy hunks of males, and I would require that they all dress like the dudes from the "Man! I Feel Like a Woman" video. My lair would be housed in some undiscovered South American ruins, far off the beaten path and rather bushy from the outside, but pure 60s swinger's pad on the inside, with a touch of steam-punk lab thrown in for good measure. I would hire some nerdy computer whiz to hack into the databases of the banks of the world and rewrite all their programming so that the systems of currency are totally destroyed. I would hold the key to deciphering the scrambled codes, and would accept nothing less than total surrender to my every whim before I would give up the key. 007 would, of course, be sent after me, and be captured by my right-hand man, Marco (Polo!). While I cackle gleefully over my "Demand Countdown Clock", 007 would be restrained and force-fed peanut butter, which I had been informed he was highly allergic to. Unfortunately, my intel would have been dreadfully wrong (he was actually allergic to mayo), and after faking unconsciousness, he would manage to get free of his bindings, karate chop my henchmen out of the way, and stop me from completing my EBIL plans. "There'll be no more of this, Miss Moore-O'Moor. You're finished."
2. Cat or Dog?
I'd rather have a dog; I'd rather be a cat.
3. Favorite Ice cream?
Strawberry cheesecake.
4. You're a starship captain. Is it a big-ass one like the Enterprise, or more homely like Serenity? Or the Millenium Falcon?
More like Serenity. Unless the occasion came up, and I could captain, say, the Hammond.
5. Biggest fictional crush?
My very first crush ever was MacGyver, followed very closely by Sam Beckett.
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2. If you suddenly changed careers and found yourself in the telly/film business, what path would you choose? Acting? Directing? Editing? Gaffing? Sound effects? Catering? What would you choose and why?
3. Give me your best jingle for a made-up product, or an object from fiction (like the Put-Outer from Harry Potter or the Hand Device from Stargate SG-1).
4. Without any limitations, you get to give one gift to one person (and you could pick yourself). Who gets the gift and what do they get?
5. Everyone gets their 15 minutes of fame. What will yours be for?