@shadowspub threw this at me. Haven't figured out how to make it "Catweasel style" yet, but it's early days. If all else fails I can claim it's different because I did it straight for once.
Okay, definitely Catweasel style. Instead of breaking the rules I've created rules and a tag. Who'd a thunk?
The first meal would have to be selected by @sultnpapper. His choice of the best barbeque and sides from all the bbq restaurants he knows. Of course, it would have to be from Texas, the poor lad doesn't get out much. I'm okay with that; Texas bbq is almost the best. And copious iced tea. The second meal would be from
@theweaselswife's and my favourite Thai diner. I'm not sure of the dishes, we've not been there in a while, but there will be copious Thai iced tea. Finally prime rib, mushrooms, sweet potatoes, asparagus, green salad, and ambrosia. There is only one cook in the world who can do that justice. Fortunately, she loves to cook. And I love to eat. It's (okay, I've said it before, but it's still true,) a match made in heaven. And iced tea. Copious.
I think I would have to be the classifieds. That's where you will find all manner of weird and wonderful things on offer. There's the woman whose boyfriend said: "Either the dog goes or I go." The advertiser doesn't mind which, so take your pick. Then there's the man who is selling his two weeks old Harley at his wife's insistence. "Apparently do what the f*** you like doesn't mean what I thought it did."
35 to 40. I would want to still be about 155 to 160 pounds.
Ha!!! Team sport? Not a cat in hell's chance. Athletics? Replace cat with snowball. In fact, anything that requires the least bit of exertion is out. I'm a pretty good shot, but you have to lie down, kneel, stand up. What did I say about exertion? If there is anything left I'm sure it would bore the pants off me. I don't believe they allow pantsless feline mustelids in the Olympics, so no, I'm not doing this one.
The 1880s right here in New Mexico. Plenty of opportunities for someone with the right skills to find a niche. Or the Renaissance. Same reason. Who knows, maybe DaVinci filled out this same questionnaire.
A faster than light drive. I'm sure I could come up with something more immediately beneficial, but for now I have fixated on FTL.
I live in the mountains. Thank you sweetheart. That was my bucket list.
Teleportation. Most things we need, like a cure for cancer, are coming. It's just a matter of getting the greedy bastards out of the way. Teleportation, as far as I know, has no way forward.
I am totally untrained, therefore I am a bad at it witch.
I took a class in grades 7 and 8 called Industrial Arts. We learned carpentry, lathe work, welding, a little bit of auto mechanics, all sorts of things to do with your hands. Things that would help you think and then act your way out of a problem. Things to do when you are bored. That is what I would teach.
Gary Moore and Django Reinhardt on guitar, Miles Davis on trumpet, Charles Mingus on bass, John Coltrane and Charlie Parker on saxophone, Johann Sebastian Bach on keyboards, Chico Hamilton on drums, and Cleo Laine, Meatloaf, and Francine Reed on vocals. The ultimate supergroup.
Hmm. I just noticed that the vocalists are all alive, the rest are not. Not important, except that the singers will be easier to provide transport for.
An oldish movie, but definitely a good one, is "As Good As it Gets." That is the film in which Jack Nicholson pays Helen Hunt the ultimate compliment, the one no man will ever top. If that's not enough to get you watching, Ms Hunt has a very fine pair under her wet t-shirt.
I nominate the following victims:
@sultnpapper
@theweaselswife
@bigtom13
All three will, I am sure, produce very interesting posts if I can beat them into submission.
Here are the questions:
And here are the rules set by Catweasel (edited):
Trust me, I'm a doctor.
Catweasel
Although the hippopotamus has no sting, the wise (wo)man would rather be sat upon by a bee.