why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?

1. Share one way you think the world has changed for the better since you were a kid?
   automobile safety standards. We all drive like crap at times, some more than others, and anything that the cars can do for us to mitigate that is a good thing.
2. How 'bout one way it's changed for the worse?
   more cars on the road. It's as if people have forgotten how to plan ahead, so they drive in circles pointlessly.
3. Starlight, starfish, starling, Starbucks...your favorite 'star'?
   Starkist
4. Name a song that's overplayed, but you love it anyway.
   this phenomenon never reaches me, since I'm not a radio-listener
5. When did you last have homemade ice cream? Your latest favorite flavor?
   I have no idea when last I had it. I've been choosing caramel-infused flavors lately.
6. What do you think is the best way to inspire or motivate people?
   though I can give plenty of examples of how not to do this, it's hard to come up with anything close to the right way to do it anymore. That is so disheartening.
7. When was the last time you were without power?
   apart from tiny flickers, it's been a really, really long time. I've been very lucky with the places that I've lived being in apparently trouble-free zones.
8. Insert your own random thought here.
   I went to an outdoor party on Saturday night. It seemed kind of buggy out, but I'm also pretty sensitive to my imagination running away in that direction, so I tried to ignore it for the sake of the party. I discovered last night that my initial suspicions were true, though, as bites started appearing all over my feet and legs. There's one on the outside of my left wrist (the spot that slides on the desk when I type), and all the rest are around my knees or lower. There are five on my right foot, two of which are larger than my thumbnail, each. They're all swollen and intensely itchy.
   This is another reason why I don't like parties, and I prefer to stay home. If you don't really know me, you probably think I'm being facetious, but I'm dead serious. People are always saying ridiculous things like, "It's a beautiful night to be outside on the deck." That's what leads to having a couple of dozen bites all over your damned legs. "How can you stand to be cooped up inside?" Very easily, thanks, since I wouldn't be wanting to scratch the skin off my feet if I'd been brave enough to listen to my intuition, which was screaming to go in. "You're weird." Yep, which is why bugs apparently adore me.

[from The Cat, who got it here; the title quotation is anonymous]