tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538710136825122268.post6899703358041791164..comments2024-01-27T17:48:17.457-08:00Comments on gorgeous curiosity: Caution: Inappropriate GamesVanessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09464422287668486010noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538710136825122268.post-45990840562758937512009-01-28T09:40:00.000-08:002009-01-28T09:40:00.000-08:00Found this entry particularly fascinating, possibl...Found this entry particularly fascinating, possibly because it was so unexpected, in the world of grad students anyway. Don't mean to say these kinds of games are age-limited--no rules say you have to be under X years old to play!<BR/><BR/>Not sure if I've got the (courage? balls? social circle?) to pull it off, but it's got me thinking. And slightly scared. After all, you do have to be honest in the responses, and that level of openness, willingness to reveal the inner hidden devils/thoughts, become that vulnerable... Scary.<BR/><BR/>Got me thinking. Thanks.sdqhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17761650666688879076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538710136825122268.post-55171092776126904742008-02-21T05:42:00.000-08:002008-02-21T05:42:00.000-08:00Move to the island!What about you?Move to the island!<BR/><BR/>What about you?Christina Borelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09234789599682587303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538710136825122268.post-67298373048344842352008-02-20T15:00:00.000-08:002008-02-20T15:00:00.000-08:00Thank you Christina!New Round:Gun To Your Mother's...Thank you Christina!<BR/><BR/>New Round:<BR/><BR/>Gun To Your Mother's Head! Would you rather suddenly be scrutinized in the popular press, a la Paris H. or Brit, or, move to a tiny island off the coast of Washington State and never, ever, be recognized for anything you do?Vanessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09464422287668486010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538710136825122268.post-64689127901831105552008-02-20T14:31:00.000-08:002008-02-20T14:31:00.000-08:00Cliff--Nabokov, largely because Lolita threw me in...Cliff--Nabokov, largely because Lolita threw me into PTSD-infested rage, and because the other options were so much more interesting...<BR/><BR/>Live with Tim Burton, because the entertainment value would be amazing. <BR/><BR/>Passionate love with Miles Davis, because I'd like to experience that sort of vulnerability with someone whose passion is so evident in their art. <BR/><BR/>Your blog is terrific and inspirational. It's my new favorite.Christina Borelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09234789599682587303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538710136825122268.post-29273820426089979792008-02-18T19:13:00.000-08:002008-02-18T19:13:00.000-08:00live with miles davis, sleep with tim burton, and ...live with miles davis, sleep with tim burton, and throw vladimir.<BR/><BR/>and as for gun to your mother's head, i like the person not having a specific time limit to answer - they can take as long as they need, just so long as their answer is honest and short.<BR/><BR/>oh, and don't forget the whole point of the gun - that the bullet gets fired just because you couldn't answer a question!Tom O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13882026317396095796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538710136825122268.post-47301917368688869802008-02-17T07:11:00.000-08:002008-02-17T07:11:00.000-08:00Alisa--I think you may be on to something--it's a ...Alisa--I think you may be on to something--it's a bit unfair to pair a living, working artist (who is already widely copied) against a few dead greats, if only because the living one may very well have already done his best. But he may not have. Or, he may be bested by someone else in the next year. We already know that Nabokov and Davis have stood a test of time.Vanessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09464422287668486010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538710136825122268.post-63663954104736317132008-02-16T11:01:00.000-08:002008-02-16T11:01:00.000-08:00how did I not know that you had a blog? this is f...how did I not know that you had a blog? this is fabulous! we called your cliff game "Marry, Fuck, or Throw off a Cliff" in college... but there was one fundamental difference, if you married, than you could have sex as little or as much as you wanted. Changes the game actually quite a bit when you think about it: because the person you choose to fuck doesn't have to be a night of passion, it can be obligatory "get it over with" sex. ps. I think it is advisable to be totally trashed when playing the hardcore version... so hopefully nobody remembers what you chose next day. ;) pss. i will be back to play your game after breakfast.Lauryl Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05774684842995585427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538710136825122268.post-9167129115092739622008-02-14T15:56:00.000-08:002008-02-14T15:56:00.000-08:00Vladimir Nabokov - Live with forever and never hav...Vladimir Nabokov - Live with forever and never have sex with. I imagine our conversations would be inspirational and keep me on my toes for a long time, besides... he's too old for me to actually sleep with. <BR/><BR/>Miles Davis - One night of passion. I can't imagine anything better than a sensual night of love and romance with him singing and/or playing during 'interludes'.<BR/><BR/>Tim Burton - Throw him off a Cliff. Why not. There are tons of amazing artists in the world so without Tim Burton, someone would fill his shoes (as you can guess, I'm not such a big fan). <BR/><BR/>Great game by the way, I will be sure to try this one as well as a few others you suggested at our next group gathering here in Nova Scotia, Canada.Alisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07451207122951991328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538710136825122268.post-31767691019927790532008-01-17T15:37:00.000-08:002008-01-17T15:37:00.000-08:00I would have one night of passion with Miles Davis...I would have one night of passion with Miles Davis, because it would probably be pretty hot and something that would echo through the rest of your experiences.<BR/><BR/>I would live with Tim Burton. Imagine the house, the lighting, the ideas marching through the halls in claymation parades.<BR/><BR/>That means...I would have to throw Nabokov off a cliff. I would read the scene in Lolita where the children's voices rise to Humbert Humbert while I did it. "You are a fucking genious," I would yell as he grew smaller and smaller and then stoically disappeared into the Mississippi River (yes, this is a Minnesota cliff). "But I can only hear so much about butterfly wings." Really, I think he would be more difficult to live with because his geniused seems more internal, more private. The house would be in silence as he played word games in his head.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com