10 posts tagged “qotd”
What is your favorite dish on the Thanksgiving table?
Submitted by Kadeeae.
Maple sugar pie. I learned to make it a few years ago when a friend asked me to bring a traditional Canadian Thanksgiving dish to an American Thanksgiving dinner (held in the UK, natch). (I also made poutine. Which isn't a traditional Thanksgiving food. But perhaps it should be.)
What is the best beer on planet Earth?
Submitted by Remmy Van Hornie.
It's all about context. Just as I wouldn't drink Keith's in Dublin, I wouldn't order a Guinness in Halifax.
- In Canada anywhere east of Quebec? Keith's.
- In Ontario at a lake-side cottage? Sleeman's Honey Brown.
- In France? 1664 (Yeah, I know it's the Bud of France, that's still a pretty high bar.)
- In Iceland? Whatever beer it was we bought at the Irish pub for $10/bottle.
- In Ireland? Do you really have to ask?
- At Kezar? The second Belgian beer on the menu whose name I can never remember, nor pronounce.
- Anywhere in the US except Kezar? Red Hook ESB.
- Anywhere in the US except Kezar that doesn't serve Red Hook? Fat Tire.
What was your favorite road-trip of all time?
Submitted by bodhibound.
Hands down, the 22 hour car/bus/train trip Rob and I took from Toronto to Ottawa (normally a 5 hour drive). Highlights of the trip included:
- an overheated car
- a hailstorm
- a mirage-like roadside motel
- a ride from strangers
- a dark, sketchy parking lot in the middle of nowhere
- a dead cell phone
- a Greyhound bus
- breaking into my parents' house
- a late VIA Rail train (is there any other kind?)
I’m glad we were right when...convinced we were going to spend the night sheltered from the rain in the doorway of an locked bus station...we said “we’ll laugh about this someday”.
What's the best text message you've ever gotten?
This one -- from this afternoon -- would have been up there. Except that someone was lying just telling me what I wanted to hear.
My flight lands at 8:05.
Who are the last five people you called on your cell phone?
Evidence of how rarely I use my phone for anything but data. Taking out calls to check voice mail:
What's a saying or phrase that's never made sense to you?
One of my old soccer coaches used to (constantly) tell us to "hussle up!"
What? That's not even grammatically correct.
How well does your name Google? Who are you up against? (Celebrities, etc.)
Submitted by Matt Blank.
Very, very well. In fact, I originally started my TypePad blog because I wanted to gain some control about what Google's reputation management system was saying about me. So, indirectly, my unique name led to my current job.
I'm the only Sarah Sosiak on the 'net. So far as I know, I'm the only one in the world. Unless Sarah becomes a popular baby name in the Ukraine, I'll stay unique. (Apologies to any Sarah Sosiaks who follow, I've already snapped up all the good user names.)
(Fun fact: My parents...seriously...chose "Sarah" because they "thought it was unique." Never mind that it's been in the list of top 10 ten baby names for most of the 20th century. They lived in the middle of nowhere at the time, I’ll forgive them.)
What's your best tax tip?
Put the "fun" back in "refund":
- Live Twitter completing your tax return.
- Play the new Arcade Fire album. Loudly. (My neighbours' review: "Um...did you get a new subwoofer?") Sing along.
- Have your new Best Friend Forever™ on hand via IM to console you as you parse Smith Barney's impossible-to-read 1099-B form.
Do a shot of whiskey every time you claim a deduction.(No, not really.)- Mentally spend your refund in the 30 seconds it takes to eFile. (Funny how it just about covers something I was coveting last weekend...)
What were you doing one year ago today?
Submitted by CassandraMorgan.
I was visiting Rob in Toronto, trying to decide whether to move from Seattle to San Francisco. We had brunch at...um...I can't remember the name of the place, but it had a great buffet and live jazz...downtown and went to the antiques market and Mountain Equipment Co-op.
What's one of your favorite quotes?
Submitted by Georgie-boy.
"I went because the stories I told myself in order to live had begun to fail."
-- Steven Kolter in West of Jesus
