Go to your music player of choice and put it all on "shuffle." Say the following questions aloud, and after each one press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question.
What do you think of me, random music player? Rush - Working Man. Sure, I guess you could call me that. :D
Will I have a long and happy life? Elton John - Talking Old Soldiers. Well, I'll grow old, but it's a pretty melancholy song. Probably better than dying young, but not by much.
What do my friends really think of me? Pete Townshend - Getting In Tune. Well, at least they don't think I'm out of tune. I suppose that's something.
What does my S/O think of me? Moxy Fruvous - Splatter Splatter. ...Well, shit.
Do people secretly lust after me? Moxy Fruvous - Horseshoes. I'm not sure what to make of that. But "look straight at the coming disaster, realize what you've lost" isn't too encouraging, and "go on and see him, you can still come home to me" strikes a little close to home.
How can I make myself happy? Steely Dan - Deacon Blues. Er. I'm not sure being famous for losing is a particularly good idea - I'd rather win in obscurity. And though "learn to work the saxophone" is good advice - "relearn", in my case - "drink scotch whiskey all night long and die behind the wheel" definitely is not.
What should I do with my life? Les Miserables - Eponine's Errand. Somehow, I doubt this is the way to go. Though considering the song's about a guy seeking his love, maybe it's not so bad.
Why must life be so full of pain? George Carlin - Sex In Commercials. ...Sure. That's reasonable.
How can I maximize my pleasure during sex? Barenaked Ladies - Who Needs Sleep? That makes sense, yeah. Though generally, that means the next day is shot...
Will I ever have (more) children? Joe Jackson - Only The Future. Only the future can tell, I suppose.
Will I die happy? Les Miserables - Do You Hear The People Sing? ...That's not encouraging in the least. Gah. Maybe I'd die valiantly, but this seems to imply the most likely scenario is dying for a lost cause...
Can you give me some advice? Tom Smith - Honey-Glazed Ham. To those that don't know the song: mmm, meat. Good idea. ...To those that do know the song... oy.
What do you think happiness is? Weird Al - Such a Groovy Guy. Uh, as a title it's not too bad, but if happiness is being a pompous jerk as the song describes, well, I'd rather be sad.
Do you have any advice to give over the next few hours/days? R.E.M. - Sweetness Follows. As bittersweet as the song is, I find its presence here at the end of the meme uplifting - it seems that, as sad and lonely as I've been lately, there are definitely things worth living for.
In other news, today I've done a load of laundry (which I'll fold tomorrow), pencilled and inked a Scatterplot comic (which I'm about to scan and hopefully finish off), worked out for about an hour (including incline situps, some bicep curls and... lateral extensions? hell if I know. Start with the arm with the dumbell down at your side, and lift from the shoulder until your arm's perpendicular with your body. Some of those. Also, a good 30-40 minutes of exercycling at a decent tension level). I'm hoping to start doing that at least once a weekend and once during the week, every week. Let's hope I can keep up with it. Unfortunately, though, the big complex weight machine is broken... sigh. But it's still cool that I have an exercise room in my complex - hopefully that'll inspire me to exercise relatively regularly. I'm also contemplating getting a membership to the Y downtown, and playing racquetball at lunch once or twice a week with some of my teammates.
Anyway. I also went downtown to another Amazonian's place and played poker for five hours. That was decent - only lost around $20 total in a cash game and two tournaments. So that was most of my evening... but tomorrow, I gotta get down to business, as it were.
Finally, I am now Google Talk enabled. My email address is DarthParadox at gmail.