Jen's Timely Responses to Sara's Scintillating Questions A-Go-Go

So, friends, here it is - my second post, to complement Sara's three-hundred-and-eighty-four. The woman is quite the machine, and I am - obviously - quite the slacker! But, her questions last night filled me with such remorse that I decided it was definitely time for a little quality blog bonding. So... Here we go.

Now, the first question is very tricky: If you had to re-cast a mediocre TV show that you know could be better, what would the TV show be and who would the cast be?

Here's what's tricky about that: I'll watch a mediocre show if it has a great cast and a crappy storyline, but I can't think of a single show that I watch with a crappy cast. It's all about the cast, for me. Take Crossing Jordan, for example. Awesome cast (with the exception of Jerry O'Connell, who just annoys me. But Jill Hennessy; Miguel Ferrer - come on. Yet another balding middle-aged man that I'm disturbingly aroused by), but the writing is CRAP. It's just weird - it'll be going along really well, there's some sexual tension, there are dead bodies, a crazy traumatic backstory... And then, bam, they hit you with some damn Jesus twist. The music rises, and it gets all schmaltzy. What are they doing? It's completely lame. But that's not a very good answer to the question, so, I'm gonna have to keep thinking on this one.

Who would win in a fight, cavemen or astronauts?
Clearly, the cavemen. The dirt fuckers.

What piece of literature knocks your socks off.
Hmm.... A Flag For Sunrise kicked my ass. I didn't want to write anything for days afterward, because every aspect of that novel is gorgeous. It's this political love story, with beautiful language and incredible grace. A great read, anyway you slice it.

Describe my dog.
Well, right now she smells like a grizzly bear. She needs a bath badly, to the point where the hair on her belly will soon be in a dreadlock state. It's really quite unfortunate. She has a tan snout and tan legs and the rest of her is dark brown when all of her hair grows out, but in the summer when she has her haircut, it's much lighter. And she's really big - when I lay down beside her, she's as long as me. When I'm kick-boxing, she curls up in the fetal position and casts disparaging looks my way. Every night, she gets two lowfat turkey hot dogs with her dinner. She prefers the Dixie Chicks to Nine Inch Nails, hates Skindred, and lately has become quite fond of Scissor Sisters. She likes to have the top of her nose scratched, or the inside of her ears. Whenever the National Geographic special on grizzly bears is on, she comes in and watches it with me, and we both agree that having a grizzly bear would be the most fun ever. Moon, however, has made it quite plain that if we get a grizzly bear, it can't sleep in her bed. Or eat her hot dogs.

Okay, now the last one is gonna require a whole separate post, so I'll save that for another day.
And I think that just about does it for this evening's post. I'll be thinking on that whole "What do I want to be when I grow up question," for the next time out, and PROMISE it won't take as long to get it done as last time. Probably. Definitely. Definitely probably.