Under my real name, my ideal job is air steward(ess). My TWoP name stumps them.

Really? I'm really disappointed they can't make something out of "macaddict" of all things. I mean, c'mon...

I flew back from Paris around the same time as PButtercup and found security incredibly tight also. I agree it must have been that they had to work out procedures.

Ok, my job is apparently an "MSP". What the hell is an MSP?

Mutant Stalker Person?


So without my middle name, I am an astrologer. With it, I am a chef, which is interesting since I just finished that cookbook.

I just saw on the news that Marlon Brando died.

Wow. Well, he hasn't looked like he's been in the best of shape or health for a while, but still, that's pretty big news. Few actors of his ilk still around.

When I added my middle name into the little machine, hoping for a more respectable vocation than barfly (maybe they meant TARfly?), I got that I played for the Rangers. Well, it's a better income bracket, anyhow.

With my real name my ideal job is a Fluffy Bunny Trainer.

With my username my ideal job is the job I have now. This caused me to laugh so loud that my co-workers are looking at me oddly (er, more odd then they normaly do).

I guess you wouldn't want to train unfluffy rabbits. Just make sure that they aren't those killer rabbits from Holy Grail.

It said MrNettey should be a nun too. With my real name it said I should do anything other than what I'm doing now. With Nettey it said I should be a professional shopper, I could handle that.

Travel horror story: My aunt and uncle took their adopted son (from S. Korea) to Niagara Falls for vacation in summer 2002 and the travel agent had told them they didn't need to bring his citizenship papers so they left them at home. They went over to the Canadian side for the day and when they tried to come back to the US side they wouldn't let my cousin through (he was 7 that summer). They were there for over an hour and the workers there took all three of them into separate rooms and had them explain how they knew/were related to eachother. Eventually, they decided that this 7-year-old boy was not a security threat and my aunt and uncle were actually his adopted parents so they let him through. Now they never go anywhere without his citzenship papers.

Using my real name, I apparently am most qualified to be Village Idiot.

Using my screen name? Prime Minister.

Kind of impressive that I got the same result with both names, huh?

Hmmm....my ideal job with my real name is stripper. If I used my screen name, which is based on my dog's name (SHUT UP, I never expected to post much when I registered) is SuperHero. So I guess my dog can be a Super Hero and I'll be her stripping sidekick. Heh! I have the rack for it but somehow I'm afraid my J Lo ass and nonflat stomach disqualify me for the position.

Yeah, Hildy the dry cleaner suggestion was a long shot. Although my cleaner was able to get out Tequila Rose and various other spilled drinks from my red ultra-suede skirt that I wore for a birthday celebration. I was pretty sure it was ruined!

Nettey My friends who adopted a little girl from China ALWAYS take her citizenship papers AND their adoption/guardianship papers since they have two older biological children so travel people always think they have stolen some little Chinese girl. *eyes rolling*

HA! Do you get to be the female equivalent of Hugh Grant whilst being Prime Minister?

Hee:

Samantha, Your ideal job is a Satan.

but my screen name is even better:

sparky, Your ideal job is a Professional Tramp.

No wonder they always stop me in the airport.

My ideal job is Speaking Clock.

Yeah, right. Do you have any idea how often I lose watches? Dude, I'm the one asking the time, not telling it.

I'm relieved to hear the De Gaulle security improved cause it was pretty much non-existent on the 14th. As I recall, they did keep broadcasting messages about unattended packages, but there was one near us for more than 5 hours that no one ever looked at. We were 8 hours late leaving because they had to send a plane from Montreal to get us.

It was pretty moving however to be in the terminal when Europe had their two minutes of silence for 9/11. All of a sudden to have such a busy airport filled with people from around the world go completely silent wasn't something I'll ever forget.

Oh, and my ideal job is Movie Star!

Magoozen, it's nice to meet a TC local! Hee...fudgies. I love that name. I lived in TC from the ages of 5-23 (well, 18 if you count leaving town for college in Ann Arbor), so I think I'm no longer considered a fudgie. Mom claims it is 11 years of residency until you are no longer considered a fudgie. She worked for the Visitor's Beureau, so she should know these things. My hubby was raised near Detroit and his family always came to TC for the Cherry Festival, so I tease him for being a fudgie. When I told him I was going to fly home for the festival the first thing he asked was....bet you can guess this...."can you bring me back some fudge?"

Oh, I think my sister is the only one left sponsored by a winery. She's also the only one left who actually grew up in TC. Her name is Maggie and she's a goofy blonde who has no idea how to do a pageant.

My ideal job is a spinster with cats, and I'm married to a Superhero. Wow. Especially considering that cats and I don't get along at all - I think that they can sense that I'm a dog person and try to claw my eyes out.

Edited to add: Well, whaddya know, if I use my last name I become a Dog Walker. I'm much more suited to that.

I hope so, Hildy, if only to tell Billy Bob Thornton to go fuck himself. That guy BUGS me.

Though, much as I love Hugh G., I'd guess that the female equivalent of him as prime minister would not be all that different from the male version.



Hey-- at least you're getting paid for it!!

Kitelady, yeah Hideaway is a pizza place, and Richard is the owner. I'm guessing from your name that you know him from kite things, since he is commonly regarded locally as a kite fanatic (although a nice one). When we went to Estonia a couple of years ago and were planning to hold an overnight camp for kids, he gave us the materials for the kids to make kites. We didn't ask or anything. He just found out about the trip and offered the stuff.

Real name ideal job: Goal Scoring Superstar Hero. I could get behind that.
Screen name ideal job: Air Steward(ess). Not so much. I hear you're not supposed to smack passengers in the back of the head.
Mr. auntlada ideal job: Quiz Show Contestant. Perfect for him, considering the amount of trivia taking up useful spots in his brain.

mmm, banana boats. I've made them with chocolate chips (not the biggest marshmallow fan), and they're yummy.


heh.

kitelady and others, apparantly I'll be joining you at the bar (with my real name), and with my screen name, I have a job so super-secret, it couldn't be revealed.

And a Happy (belated) Canada day to my fellow citizens! We had great weather yesterday for a BBQ (until the mosquitos came out...), and then went to the city's fireworks show, which was pretty good (and made me appreciate living in a country where loud explosions and gunpowder are part of a celebration, and not a sign of warfare and death).

With this screenname, my ideal job is a Heavyweight Boxer. (I've got the weight, but not the skills. I would prefer the converse.)

With my LJ screenname, my ideal job is Professional Hippy. This is better, but not great.

With my real first name, my ideal job is a Spinster with Cats. How did they know???

Cat 1 should be a church minister (he is my most vocal cat!), my littlest cat should be a rally car driver, my shy boy (Nicky) confuses the Predictor (but as Nick, he's a cowboy), and my purebred should be a Goal Scoring Superstar Hero with her call name, or a Mime Artist with her registered name!

Hee! Shall I send her after Alison?

Just out of curiosity, I put in George Bush, and he came up a Computer Nerd.

So I put in John Kerry and he came up a Big Game Hunter. Hmmm.....I think he's doing that already?

For the love of God, please make it stop! For the past 3 days I've had the song "Pleasant Valley Sunday" by the Monkees stuck in my head. Why? I don't know. It's not like I've heard the song in years. It's playing non-stop and playing loud. I've tried everything I know to get rid of it. But.it's.still.playing.

Anyone got any suggestions? I've tried listening to other catchy songs, thinking about songs I hate, but whenever I hear them, end up getting stuck in my head...etc.

Miri, the only way I heard to stop that is to concentrate on a slightly less annoying song. What about Hey Jude?

How about if we suggest other songs that tend to get stuck in people's heads? How about the Sesame Street theme song?

Man, I've got boring names. Funeral director? that's the best they can come up with? Ick. I wanna be a crazed aging hippie who sells candles at flea markets or something.

Miri--when other earworms don't help (by the by, have you tried "It's a Small World After All"?) sometimes all you can do is stop fighting it and sing it out loud.

It's so bad that when I had to go read about the COPA law for something on our website, I didn't end up with Copacabana stuck in my head like I usually do! I keep trying to drown it out with The Clash, but it ain't working.

Oh well, back to work I go...with car stereo blaring the whole way and once I get to work, I'll put my head phones on and crank up the iPod.

eta: Rabrab - in the shower, every morning since this started. *sigh*

Coming out of lurking to add...

No middle initial: Air Steward
With middle initial: Suicide Bomber
Screen name: Trained Assassin

I think they are definitely going to me an extra search the next time I fly. I hope the TSA isn't using the same algorithms as this web site.

On the topic of banana boats, my parents introduced me to a new alternative this past weekend. They make them using graham cracker mini pie shells in foil trays that are made by Keebler. They mix all of the ingredients (marshmallow, chocolate, banana slices) into one of the shells, then put another shell over the top and wrap the whole thing with foil. It comes out a little less messy than trying to fit everything in a banana peel, although it seemed to take a little longer to cook through.

Greeeeeen Acres is the place to be
Farm livin' is the life for me....

So, I read your post, and thought to myself - remember when you had that Harry Potter song in your head? (the 'something wicked this way comes' song was in the trailer, which I saw sometime last winter, and the song promptly took up residence in my brain, popping to the forefront from time to time) And, what a surprise, guess what's replaying in my head now? You're quite welcome to it, miri, if it'll dislodge yours.

Using my name, I get to be a Stripper. But if I add in my middle name, I get Computer Nerd. Maybe I can both....the sexy, half-naked computer genius who makes billions!!!
My boyfriend's name came up with, "Your ideal job is a … who are you kidding, you work?", which is funny because he has three jobs (although two of them are painter and musician, so I don't know how much that counts, though.)

miri, what I find works best isn't to try to think of other songs, but to simply share the song with someone else and get it stuck in his/her/their head/s.

miri, the Brady Bunch or Gilligan's Island themes are supposed to be the prime remedy for removing stuck songs. They're so obnoxious that they don't get stuck in the place of the original one.

Oh great. Now I've got Jason Mraz's "The Remedy" stuck in my head. I probably deserve it for mentioning those two evil theme songs.

Yuck, my ideal job with my account name is Kids TV Presenter*! Fortunately with my real first name I should be a Pirate. My last name gets me a Evil Boss ranking and with my first and last name I am a Brain Surgeon.

* You must understand I feel the same way about children as RachelRSL. I will never have any, and don't want them around me for extended periods of time or ever in large quantities. However, this does not stop me from looking forward to having my 'nieces and nephews' visit when the get older. I can handle the job of eccentric aunt who spoils them and then returns them to their parents after a few hours. Heck as they get older they might even turn out to be interesting people. But babies, toddlers and pre-teens? Shudder. Just shudder.

Congrates on the naming and approval for soon to be Amelia adoption JenEx. I've been/will be attending three baby showers June-August and know two other internet young'uns who will be arriving shortly. Woo-hoo for everyone getting kids who truly wants them.

I am in a bit of a pickle. I cannot find my Philiminated BOMP! shirt to save my life. I don't recall seeing it since I came back from TARCon4. I also cannot find the goodie-bag. I know I brought that back because I pulled out the contents and described them over the phone to friends when I returned. Then I put it in a safe spot to show them later. What happens when you put things in a safe place? You can never find them until you move. So now I have a hidden goodie-bag consorting I believe with my Philiminated shirt somewhere in my house and I don't think I will find them before Tuesday. So should I wear my Making Geek Chic CSI-tubey shirt to show the TWOP support or should I wear my Weird Al the Saga Begins shirt to the Premiere Party?

Somebody left the cake out in the rain... I don't think that I can take it, 'cause it took so long to bake it and I'll never have that recipe agaaaaaaaaaain...

Red Bubbles, every time I see your username, I start singing:

Tiny Bubbles...

I prefer "Rah Rah Rasputin" by Boney M. Kills bugs dead. Failing that, anything by ABBA usually does the trick.

(I have found, though, that it is rarely enough to just think of the countersong; I have to actually hear it. Life was HELL before MP3 players.)

And thank you, Zron, for putting that damned "Dancing Queen" back into my head, where it circulated for several days recently before I finally managed to evict it!

Easy solution!

I'm 'enery the 8th, I am.
'enery the 8th, I am I am...

This is probably too late to add, but earlier I noticed devajd saying:

I was told by a professional bra fitter many years ago that the proper term for this action is "boob-scooping." I have used it successfully ever since (and how wierd is it that after buying 2 cheap but well-made bras at Costco, the thread explodes in a shower of fine lingerie?)

I totally read 'boob-scooping' as 'boob-scoping' at first. I just avoid underwires because they are so uncomfortable. Then again, many find sport bras to smooshy.

Well, that serves to bring the males into the discussion. And hey! There's an annoying tune to do battle with The Monkees:

0/...do the boob-scoopin' boogie...0/

And now, back to my, uh, job.

When I have a song stuck in my head, I can get rid of it by listening to the whole song. So get out your Monkee's CD....

You rang?

Monkee's CD???? I'm so old-skool, I still have a couple of LP's in my old room at Mom's house. And I played it on one of those plastic flip up "stereo" record players.

I don't need underwires and I hate them, so I don't do boob-scooping, but one of those fitting doyennes once told me to lean over and shake myself into the cups right before fastening the hooks. It works for my size.

Miri, since I know you live in Austin, I thought I'd just inform/remind you that Mix 94.7 is playing '80s tunes all weekend, starting at 5 pm today. That might help you clear your head.

Using various versions of my name and pseudonyms, my Ideal Job is Clown, Prime Minister, Church Minister, Dentist, Garden Gnome (hee!), and finally "Lhanbryde Community Worker." Huh???

dougintx, I was misled by your post. I thought the Job Predictor actually predicted your real-life occupation, but instead it literally says, "The job you have now", which isn't nearly as funny. (I plugged in your screen name to find out what your real job is!)

And thanks, DariaG, for unifying our two seemingly disparate discussions on bras and earworms. 'Cause the song I can no longer get out of my head?

Shake shake shake
Shake shake shake
Shake your boobies...

Hey all, I'm back from Vegas. Was great fun, but a family member shared her cold with me, and now I'm oh so very sick. Sick in the head, sick in the chest, general ick. The works. At least I didn't get it till I got back.

Apparently my ideal job, with my full name, is Playing for Aberdeen. I assume that's football (soccer)?
I played soccer in 2nd and 3rd grades. Was a fullback because running just plain doesn't run in my family. We're a clan of meanderers. You'll never see a moongirl (or boy) in too big of a hurry. So I decided to try without the middle name. Now I've got to find a spot as Prime Minister of something. Although just my first name makes me an animal therapist. If I were a bit less allergic I'd look into it, but too long with pets I'm not accustomed to sends me sniffling and weeping.

Airport stories: I guess I don't seem too threatening. I rarely get picked for searching. Wich is odd because outside of the states nobody ever pegs me for the average USAmerican mutt that I am. I'm not sure why, but in Europe I've been mistaken for Belgian, Irish, Dutch, French, Russian, Romanian, even Greek.
The only real problem I've had was due to 9/11 though. I was in Mauritius for a few months at the time, and had gone over in August on a standby ticket. When I tried to use it on the way back, in November, the lady at Charles de Gaule looked at me like I was trying to use Soviet Rubles or something. I had to spend a frightening amount of money I didn't have to buy a real ticket. Damned terrorists ruining cheap travel for the rest of us poor saps! But, to her credit, when she heard my story, she did get me the best deal she could, on a flight that was to leave in 20 minutes, and had somebody rush me through security and onto the plane, so I do wish her all sorts of good karma.

My ideal jobs...
Real name: Paleontologist (um, no)
Real name with last name: Stripper (again no)
Nickname: Sandwich Board Advertising (not a chance)
Screenname: My current job (ugh)

The OH's ideal job is as a "." that's what it said, he should be a period. His screenname yields Jungle Explorer which he would enjoy in theory but not in practice.

I flew to Washington DC the day the war started (totally unrelated reason) and security was extremely tight. I'm an overpacker, I pack for any conceivable situation so it took me forever to get my suitcase closed and the like so naturally they opened it up to search it. Then, they pulled me aside when they ran my backpack through the scanner because apparently a Cadbury egg next to a discman looks like a bomb.

That's nothing compared to the time that they swabbed my brother's shoe because it had an "unidentifiable substance" on them. My brother loved those shoes and took them to a cobbler to have fixed instead of buying new pairs so the unidentifiable substance was like 8 years of gunk from use.

I have the worst time with bras. I used to buy the muy expensive VS ones but recently decided that until my boobs decide what size they want to be I'm not buying anything more than $10. I discovered that the $7 Hanes one bought at Walmart fits better than the $35 VS one anyway. I have had to give up the matching panties though as the granny panties that usually accompany the large cup sized bras just aren't as sexy or comfortable IMO as those low rise VS bikinis.