Sentimental Versus Practical

You’ve got a collection of Muppets, stuffed animals, from when you were a kid. Someone offers to pay a lot of money for them. Well, you weren’t doing anything with them… not really. But it seems a little cold to sell what you once valued so highly. While you’re considering, another offer comes in. This time it’s a museum which can’t offer as much money but it’s enough for you to go out for lunch and enjoy some time with your family without being concerned about how much the bill will end up being.

Do you sell for the big money or to the museum knowing they will display them and maintain them for others to see and remember?

A Love Letter from a Gentleman

You find an old hope chest from Great Aunt Daisy. It’s stuffed full of old linens, china and letters from her lifetime. Reading the letters is a trip back through time. One is a love letter from a man you know was not Great Uncle Edwin. It’s lovely, written by someone who very much cared, with romance, passion and not at all overly mushy or slutty.

Have you ever written a real love letter? How would you begin it and how would it end?

Time Skipping Clock

Great Aunt Emma gives you her time skipping clock. The rest of the estate passes to other relations. You were hoping to get something more valuable than a clock. The lawyer hands you a note from Great Aunt Emma along with the clock which looks like an old brass alarm clock. Maybe it’s at least an antique.

When you get home and actually sit down to get a better look at the clock and read the note you’re very surprised to find the clock is a time travel device. You can travel back or forward in time by one day. Only one day from the day you are in now. But, you have to pick back or forwards and stick to that. So you can relive a really great day or skip ahead and see what happens tomorrow. However, the current day will be lost to you as you are literally not in it when you are skipping one day back or one day forward.

Which do you pick? One day ahead, one day back or do you not use it at all, preferring to live each day and not miss any?

You, The Olympian?

You’re 18 years old, athletic and all of that and you’re in Beijing at the Olympics. You worked hard to get there, put in a lot of time you would rather have been doing other things with other people your own age. There have been a lot of sacrifices between you being in Beijing and you being just another high school kid. But now you’re here and tomorrow is your big day, the day you go before the world for your one big moment at your Olympic event. There is pressure to perform for your country, your family and yourself. Which do you feel the most, which matters most to you and why?

Looking at You, Underwater

You’re designing a hotel for aliens who live underwater. It’s all going to be below ground but for one floor which is all glass and gives them a look out to see what kind of weather it is that day, etc.

A less than scrupulous type offers to pay big money if you set up another hotel above that but include a glass floor so everyone can gawk at the underwater aliens. This could cost you the contract for building the underwater hotel, possibly. But the guy offering cash is offering a ton of it to try to sway you to his way of thinking.

Do you do it, or not and why?

Chocolate for the Best Chocoholics

You’re on the chocolate diet. It’s absolutely fabulous, eat chocolate whenever you want, all kinds of great chocolate sweets and savoury dishes too. It is the most delicious diet you have ever tried. The only drawback is that your scale keeps reading wrong. You can’t possibly have gained four pounds, you’re on a diet after all.

What is your yummiest chocolate idea for a recipe? Non-diet of course.

Say Hello to Rudolph

You’ve got a meeting with someone really important for the project you are working on. The outcome of this meeting could make everything work so much smoother and faster! But, of all the days to get a whopper zit on the end of your nose, this is the day you get a whopper zit right on the end of your nose. It’s all red and pussy with a huge white top. Whether you pop it or not, it will still be a huge red mark on your nose. Make up isn’t enough to cover that thing.

What do you come up with to conceal it? You really don’t want to have your nose be the focal point on your face when you are standing up talking to everyone.

Running on Sound

Your architect designs a house which runs on sound instead of fossil fuels or electricity. So you talk and the lights come on. You just set up which lights you want on and which are off. You clap and the blender works so you can make a smoothie. You ring a bell and the water comes on for washing the dishes. At night when it’s all quiet only your clocks and other essentials are running from the sound of your breathing. When no one is home to make sound the refrigerator, clocks and such run on wind power which it generates from a windmill outside.

Where do you go to have an argument if you ever get into a yelling match with someone? Having an argument at home is a really, really, bad idea.

Brilliant Award for Yourself

I was given an award for this blog. Thanks to Patricia at Communication Exchange for the Brilliante Weblog award.

If you were giving yourself an award for your blog what would it be? Blog Most Likely To….

There are so many options. Blog most likely to cause screen freeze. Blog most likely to spontaneously combust. Blog most likely to be used as compost. Blog most likely to cure chicken pox. Blog most likely to be read while watching TV.

What great Blog Most Likely To… Award will you pick?

When Turtles and Snails Collide

Your new job is air traffic controller on a planet where everyone gets around in huge hot air balloons rather than cars or trucks. It’s a busy job. There is one day when you feel a bit tired and the balloon bus nearly collides with the balloon oil tanker… luckily you woke up in time and were able to get them to fan each other away, safely.

It isn’t the most boring job you could think of, though it might be the slowest paced job. Whatever accidents there are take a few minutes to happen versus a few seconds in a car back on Earth. Well, you have time… what would be the slowest paced job, the job where nothing happens very quickly? Not counting the Maytag repairman, that was just fiction after all.