Monday Mission 3.09

Whoo! It’s still Monday, and I finished the Monday Mission!

1. Are there any television commercials on these days that are among your favorites? What is your favorite television commercial from your childhood?
Right now, I love the Smirnoff Triple Black Ice commercial where the girl, Alex, is waiting for her blind date to show up. When “The Brad” screeches up in his macho man car and attitude, another guy she met beforehand intervenes and introduces himself to Brad as Alex, causing the butthead to run away.

When I was a kid, my favorite commercials were legion. The first one that popped into my head just now was Keds – “Run Faster! Jump Higher!” There’s a cool site to see old commercials at

2. Sometimes we see ourselves as different than we actually are. For example, I like to think I am a pretty outgoing person, but in reality, I would be perfectly happy if I were left alone. How about you? Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Would others agree with you?
I used to be an introvert. Now I’m an extrovert. But I could enjoy myself just as easily if I were left alone. And nobody ever agrees with me. Why should this be any different?

3. What kind of a worker are you? Do you like a job where you have a daily routine that you can count on every day? Or do you prefer to be in an environment where there is constant change and you never know what to expect from one day to the next?
Most of the time, I love to have something new and different to work on every day. I don’t mind the unexpected at all – as long as it makes some kind of sense!

4. I’ve found that when I go out for a business lunch or any type of meeting where you have to speak, a salad makes the best meal choice. It isn’t sloppy and makes it easy to pause for conversation. I would think the same would be true for first dates. When you’ve gone out on first dates, what sort of decisions would go into your choice of dinner? Price? Ease of conversation? The “messiness” factor?
All of the above. It was the longest time before I would eat anything potentially messy in public – Big Macs, tacos, ice cream cones – I’m much better now.

5. “It’s grouper” “Two Dollars!” “By choice, man!” The Donger need food!” are just a few of the movie quote that I can recite off the top of my head. These (and oh so many others) come up in the most unusual and inappropriate situations. Usually no one but me “gets it.” Doesn’t matter, I still have a good laugh. What are some of your all-time favorite movie quotes?
The typical quotes:

“It’s frickin’ freezing, Mr. Bigglesworth!”
“Snakes! Why’d it have to be snakes?”
“That’s Frankensteen…”
“When someone asks you if you’re a god, you say YES!”

I used to say, “It just doesn’t matter! It just doesn’t matter!” a lot, too.

6. What if it happened. All of creation is gone. Wiped out. And then come to find out that that there is no reincarnation, no chance to live life over again, no second chance. Turned out, there really was a God and Heaven and Hell. How would that make you feel? Do you want to go to Heaven?
Um, considering I’m a practising Christian, I’d better believe in God and Heaven and Hell, or they’re gonna take away my membership card. So, yes, I think Heaven is a good final destination.

7. Should everyone be allowed into Heaven? Or should there be criteria? If you were making up the guest list for Heaven, how would you choose who gets in?
Though I am a Christian, I do believe that God has many faces and presents them to humans in many ways. Jesus is one way (a darn good way), but I can’t fathom that all of the rest of humanity – whether they’ve even heard of Jesus or not – are barred from Heaven either because they don’t believe or were born prior to Christ’s mission. The only thing that will get you barred from Heaven is God’s say-so. Forgiveness of sin wipes out some pretty bad stuff. While His thoughts may be inscrutable to mortals, I have faith that you have to be pretty unrepentantly rotten to go to Hell.

BONUS: Wot’s it to ya?
I see through ya.

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