Two Kinds of Friday Fives
Here are this week's questions from the FridayFive and answers and then my alternative questions and responses below.
1. What brand of toothpaste do you use?
Crest Rejuvenating.
2. What brand of toilet paper do you prefer?
The kind that doesn't leave poop on my hands.
3. What brand(s) of shoes do you wear?
Skechers, Alpinestars and Merrills
4. What brand of soda do you drink?
Coke
5. What brand of gum do you chew?
I don't chew gum much but Juicy Fruit, Big Red or Teaberry when I do.

My Alterna Friday Five
Okay, well now, that was loads of fun. Here's where it gets interesting.

So I thought I might give it a shot. We'll see where it goes.

1. If you could have someone erased from existence, would you and who would it be?

2. If you could bring one person back from the dead, who would it be and why? Or would you?

3. Name three things that could incite you to a rage.

4. What was the last genuinely good thing you did without any expectations in return?

5. If you could go back to one single moment in your life and change your decision, which, if any, moment would you choose?

My answers.
1. One person? Forever wiped from all memories and deeds? I suppose it would be sensible to say someone like Adolf Hitler. But that would be too easy. One person, gone forever? I think I'd have to go with Hugh Grant or maybe Billy Sardell. Maybe not though. Its a heavy concept to erase someone from ever existing. If I HAD to do it then I'd choose the dickweed who raped my girlfriend a few years ago.

2. Again, there are easy ones that leap to mind like JFK or John Lennon or Albert Einstein. And then the personal ones, my dad, my grandparents or friends who've died. But I think the most interesting person to bring back would be Jesus. I wonder just how the church would reconcile that one. Though then I get into the paradox of belief in God but if Jesus really was just a man than he'd wreak even more theological turmoil. Hmm, maybe that didn't come out right.

3. Ignorant racism, endless bureaucratic bullshit from government all the way down to banks, dense people who think they're smart.

4. This was way harder than I thought it would be when I came up with it. Almost every interaction I have is purposeful, I do for you, you do for me. Even something as simple as opening a door for someone, are you doing it to be thought of as a nice person or to get a smile of thanks or just because its ingrained in you? Oh wait, I have it now. Today while I was in the post office, the girl ahead of me stepped out of line and left the building. A minute later she came back in and got in at the end of the line. When I got to the front of the line I asked her if she'd been in front me a few minutes ago. She said yes and that she'd had to go but forgot to pay for her envelope. She had a handful of coins and I told her to give me her money and I'd take it to the clerk for her. She was happy as heck, thanked me nicely and bolted as she was late for something.

5. Ahh, another hard question to think about at 2 in the morning when I should be sleeping. Which defining moment to mess with? Visions of Star Treks past dance in my head but I can shake them and try to think of something without thinking about the space/time continuum. Lots of thoughts come to mind, moments that direct one's life. The first time I can really remember being wholly sexually aroused with a girl? The first time I shoplifted as a kid? The first time I drove home drunk? None seem quite poignant enough. Ahh, I've got it now. I'd go back to August 17, 1990. The night I shattered my right ankle, eventually resulting in three operations. Instead of staying out late partying with my pals at Arizona State as it was my second year and I wholly believed I was THE shit. Instead of stumbling home, I stayed out late, started wrestling with a buddy and snapped the ankle like a twig. Passed out on a gurney from pain as much as from alcohol, got robbed by the orderly, woke up on a hospital bed with my right leg up on a pillow that was soaked in my leaking blood. Not a good morning to touch bases with the family back east. So yeah, that night I'd go home or get taken home instead of breaking my leg and having to cope with a cast to my knee in August in Phoenix, Arizona.