Friday's Quizzlet: Smurf Me, You Dirty Bastard.

This is going to be a short one. Not feeling very humorous today. Loads of work and holiday related stress harshing my mellow, man.

Appetizer: What is something that never fails to grab your attention?
Acts of terrorism, road flares, poutine, small shiny objects and barbed-wire thongs.

Soup: Who was the last person that gave you money?
My Dad wired me some cash in lieu of a birthday present earlier this month. He and my mother are currently spending their summer in a Florida trailer park, so it was a convenient solution. Especially since you can't send deep-fried turkeys, methamphetamines or Jiffy Wine through the mail. The money went to Pixies tickets, and I'll spare you any more gushing about how much I enjoyed those concerts. Thanks be to the 'rents.

Salad: If you were a Smurf, what would your name be?
Where do I start? Here are a few possibilities: Pinty Smurf. Resenty Smurf. Canucky Smurf. Commitmentphobe Smurf. Sanford and Smurf. Tragically Smurfed. I need to stop.

Main Course: Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?
Not really, although the classic description of a Sagittarius is me to a 'T'. Still, I won't be calling Dionne Warwick anytime soon. Christopher Walken's Psychic Friends is more my speed.

Dessert: Have you seen any snow this year yet?
I saw a few flakes last week, but they melted instantly. The most snow I've seen this year was in a Quicktime movie my sister sent me of her snowboarding up in SugarBush. And I'd like to keep it that way.