Once again, assigning blame to bitterspice. You will forgive me if I rearrange the sins according to a mnemonic I learned long ago, and make slight editorial tweaks here and there. Besides, it makes me look like I actually maintain this bloody thing.
Disclaimer: these answers contain a mix of truth, embellishment, exaggeration, misdirection, falsehood, and cheap attempts to get a laugh out of the three or four people who might actually read it. This post may not be suitable for children, etc.
And by the way, this is a long one.
I should walk the dog. I should play with the dog. I should spend any time at all with the dog. Does that dog ever run out of energy?!
Two hours after noon, I think. But I think that can be forgiven if I went to bed about six hours before noon. Gaming until dawn can do that to a person. (w00t gluttony...sort of...)
My elected representatives in Congress do not yet have copies of my revolutionary new treatise on how government should be run. Which I haven't written yet. (w00t double sloth!)
Not my department. Go talk to the developers. Oh, you're a developer? I guess you'll have to talk to the other developers. They wrote what you're working on; I didn't. What makes you think I'm some sort of expert on it? Your department created this bug, so shall your department fix it. (w00t wrath!)
My second-favorite button on the television remote control is Mute. Guess what my favorite is.
Sunday. I was supposed to play hockey yesterday but work intervened.
Most workdays, three. People tell me they are envious of the 9-minute snooze.
Half to one dozen, plus any Internet Porn I may have stumbled across completely and totally by accident. I swear I wasn't trying to find any, but I just clicked on this link and before I knew it, I got smut-bombed!
Hopefully no more than one to two dozen. Excuse me, I have to go ask someone about some photographs and negatives.
And the other gender too, I am either ashamed or proud to admit. (I haven't decided which yet.)
I think so, but I'll have to check with President Clinton's lawyers first.
The parts that I don't have. And the neck.
There are many things that prostitutes have not done to me. This is but one of them.
No on both counts. Between recent progress in gene therapies and stories of rogue sex-change surgeons going around, I should probably be more careful.
When I bought a house, he bought a condo. He may have a shared wall, but he has an extra room. I want that extra room in my house.
I like neither reality television nor disaster films. I want to know when the "designers" will allow their own homes to be treated that way. (w00t wrath!)
Nobody in this world. In the Culture of Iain M. Banks' speculative fiction, I might have a different answer.
I would certainly hope not. Nobody has come forth with any evidence to suggest it may have happened. So I guess that whoever it was is peacefully sleeping among the fishes with a nice pair of cement shoes now. Now that you mention it, I don't know all that much about her family...
A dominant left hand. Skin unlike a teenager's. Anything else might require my beloved's approval, or it would make me look adopted.
Discipline. Moderate extroversion.
When someone else could do it for me? Egads no! (w00t sloth!)
The cat who peed on the cables behind my computer.
A piece of one-inch steel re-bar, about one foot long, with rust on one end, and a stain of some unknown sort on the other. I wrote "Don't Fear The LART" on it in black magic marker.
No. Exceptions may be granted for polite requests in proper context, but I have not personally observed or experienced such.
Hockey is quite an unpredictable sport.
Probably my father.
Irresponsibility, insensitivity, and arrogance, especially among those who have power, money, and a PR firm. That and the personal computer industry's unwillingness to let the floppy disk die.
I can forgive, but I try not to forget. Material reparations may help. (w00t avarice!)
Single malt Scotch whisky, neat.
To ask such a question implies that you think I'm some sort of racist. I am genuinely and deeply offended that you have judged me on the basis of my proclivities, when you know naught about them. I ask you to kindly find a very deep, dark hole and go jump -- oh, wait, you're asking about food? (w00t w00t lust and wrath!)
Seven or eight drinks. Some films are just utterly irredeemable; I hear porn films have better plot than that one. Not that I've ever willingly watched porn; I swear that I was restrained against my will and locked in a bare room, eyes held wide open with some infernal metal contraption, and forced to watch that filth. They wouldn't even let me look at the charming young woman who was attending to my unblinkable eyes.
I would say yes. The company would say no because they want to encourage lifestyle change, not sell a diet. Anyone else for arguing semantics? No?
Hopefully never again. (Insert Final Fantasy battle victory fanfare here.)
My strongest cravings tend to be for sweets. But there are few foods I will not try at least once. Denny's and Taco Bell do not serve food; I know not what it is, but it is not food.
I prefer to eat consenting adults. (w00t lust!)
Three or four more than I use. I use two.
Rasputin Music could be one of them. I must be getting older, because I think that Men's Wearhouse could reasonably be another.
Pay off my debts, pay off my beloved's debts, do some minor home improvement work. Throw some money at charities and public broadcasting, but no overtly political organizations. Invest the rest and hope to get enough of a return so that I could work part-time and hobby part-time.
Rich. Money is a universal lubricant, among other things. Fame does not guarantee wealth; with wealth, I can at least attempt to bribe the paparazzi to bugger off before I smash their cameras and ruin their film. (w00t wrath!)
If I can't enjoy it, I won't do it, much less repeatedly for hours at a time. That being said, I'm neither physically nor mentally cut out for being a porn star.
Proably, but I think the statute of limitations will make it quite difficult to prosecute.
6436, most of which came from compact discs I own. Regarding the rest, they entered willingly and of their own accord. The RIAA knows where to shove it. (w00t wrath!)
Become less of a man than I used to be. I hope to stay that way. (Female monk /flex 4tw!)
Not crashing and burning when they threw me from the nest. Or, in more positive terms, getting a steady (in this valley that's a relative term) job and learning how to live on my own, because they know I would make an incompetent criminal.
A feat of endurance, on a bicycle or in water. Separately, please; I am so not a triathlete.
Not generally. Though I do play a team sport, so my answer may change situationally.
One is unlikely to learn something worthwhile from such opponents, grasshopper. (Gong.)
IDKFA, IDSPISPOPD. Eat plasma hose, biaatsch.
Today, I have avoided caffeine, unplanned snacks, and more than a little work thanks to this meme. (w00t sloth!)
And finally, what is your favorite deadly sin?
And down the stretch they come! Pride is on the outside, struggling to keep the pace while Envy and Wrath try to close the gap to the leaders. It looks like Avarice is starting to make a move now, trying to overtake Sloth while Gluttony runs neck-and-neck with Lust. No, Wrath is starting to run out of steam and can't keep up with Lust's incredible pace. Avarice is passing Sloth on the inside. Gluttony, that old stallion, fighting ferociously with Lust to be the first to the wire. Sloth can't find a way through the pack -- the jockey can't seem to find the motivation -- and drops back to run alongside Envy and Wrath. Avarice creeps slowly up on Gluttony, got the tail now. It's going to be a close one, folks! Oh, is that Avarice trying to come from behind? Yes it is! Gluttony starting to fade here at the wire, now back even with Avarice while Lust is still going strong! And at the wire it's Lust by a length, Avarice in second and Gluttony a valiant third!
| Pgm | Deadly Sin | Win | Place | Show |
| 2 | Lust | 5.40 | 4.60 | 3.20 |
| 6 | Avarice | 5.00 | 3.80 | |
| 5 | Gluttony | 2.60 |
Consider yourself tagged by this meme, if you want to be.
