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Wednesday, June 20, 20073 Questions - Abby Wilson (episode II)
3 Questions is back!!!!!!!! yipee!!!! Hurrayyyy!!!!!
Anyway...in case you don't remember, or if you are new to DIA, this is a segment where I ask somebody 3 questions. We then both answer them. CLEVER!!
Our guest this episode is, once again, Abby Wilson. Abby is a superstar writer for the MTV show "Rob & Big" (Tuesday Nights, 10:30). She is also my sister.
What was the worst song of the '90's
The 1990's produced a prolific amount of forgettable songs, and even more unfortunate, a ghastly amount of songs we WISH we could forget. "Tubthumping," from the regrettably named Chumbawumba, and Aqua's "Barbie Girl" are chief among them. However, I feel compelled to state that my very least favorite song of the 90's happens to also be my least favorite song of all time. I award this dubious honor to a little ditty penned by Los Del Rio, circa the personally very awkward year of 1995: the Macarena. There are oh, so many features to hate about this song. Its unimaginative repetition of both lyric and melody, its accompanying unattractive dance moves, its unbelievable frequency of play and subsequent mind-boggling popularity. But, perhaps you loved this song. Perhaps you knew and memorized all of its lyrics, or even any of them other than the word "macarena." Perhaps you enjoyed your hands firmly planted on the crown of your head as you playfully swung your hips from side to side. If any of these statements ring even the tiniest of bells of truth within you, I am certain you and I cannot be friends.Adam
The worst song of the 1990's is hard to nail down to be honest. But that's true about every decade I suppose. There is really one song that jumps out at me though. It's called "Breakfast at Tiffany's" by Deep Blue Something. The song is catchy enough, so I can't fault it there. But what gets me are the lyrics. How terrible those lyrics are!! We'll just take a look at the chorus:And I said, What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?So your relationship is based on the fact that you may or may not have watched a movie together. And you thought only it was an OK movie? Really? Now if the songwriter had a history of "storytelling" then I can see how this would fly...but this is just some loser talking about his ex-girlfriend. Miserable lyrics. MISERABLE. On the plus side...you now have that song in your head! hahahahahaha.
What is Your Greatest Athletic Achievement?
I don't have any great, or even good, athletic moments, although I did once score 100% of my basketball team's points in a single game. (We lost 40-1) I have many more moments where I felt like I was going to be really athletic and it turned out that I was very, very wrong. In fact, I can't even barely round corners without banging my shoulders. Even recently, I displayed an incredible lack of athletic ability at my place of work. Since I'm currently working on Rob & Big (MTV! Tuesday! 10:30! Watch it!), we have skateboards all around the office. On nice, stable, comfy carpet I enjoyed standing on the board and systematically convincing myself over a period of several weeks that not only could I skate like a pro, I could do a myriad of tricks. One afternoon I was called into another office for a meeting. "Great," I thought. "I'll just roll right on over. I'm just eyeballing it, but it looks like the other doorway is, oh…12 inches away. No problem." Naturally, everyone else had accumulated in the other room already and all eyes were on me as I began my foot -long journey. Exactly one inch off the safety of the carpet, I found myself, as cartoon characters often do, hovering momentarily about four feet off the ground, legs curiously splayed above my head. I met with the ground rather quickly. With all of my friends and co-workers watching in horror, I quickly hopped up and assured them I was fine. Sadly, I felt obliged to prove this point by once again stepping onto the board, and once again experiencing my painful trip to the concrete. Amid sharp inhalations and hands-to-mouths from those watching, I abandoned the skateboard and gingerly took my seat at the meeting. Thankfully, my ego doesn't bruise as easily as my elbow.Adam
This is a tough one to be honest. I have had so many great athletic moments in my life. There is the time that I got hit in the stomach by a pitch...during warm ups. There is the time that I got a volleyball smashed off my face. And of course, there are the times where I get badly injured during every game I play. But none of those are my moment of athletic glory. No, that is reserved for the time I played wiffle ball in my grandmother's back yard.
What is The Greatest Book Ever?
First of all, I assume you are excluding the Bible. I am going to have to further warp the title of "Greatest Book Ever" to mean, "Greatest Book Ever (excluding the Bible) That You Have Read In The Past Five To Ten Years and Really Enjoyed But Is Probably Not Even On The Radar In Terms Of Greatest Books Ever In The Entire History Of The Written Word, However You Liked It Anyway." That being said, I'd have to go with "Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers," by Mary Roach. Ms. Roach is a former travel journalist who decided to write a book about what happens to your body after you die. Or rather, what CAN happen to your body if you donate it to science. Severed heads, plastic surgery practice, crash testing, grave robbing – it is all extremely fascinating and somehow very, very humorous. But, you don't have to take my word for it!Adam
The greatest book of all time is Matilda, by Roald Dahl. It's got everything! A smart protagonist? Check (Matilda). A terrible antagonist? Check (Ms. Trunchbull). Hilarity? Check (When Matilda makes Ms. Trunchbull think there is a ghost in the room. heee heee!) A hero? Check (Ms. Honey...the only person who believed in Matilda.) Also, I think the ending was good...but I forgot it.