Coffee talk

Kirsi asks:

Hmm… How about a picture of your favourite coffee mug? And what’s your favourite movie?

I’ll get a picture (and insert it here) of the coffee mug. My favorite movie is a tough one to call. I think it is Airplane! There’s a (huge) story that goes along with it, which helps edge it out in the ‘favorite’ category. Very close runners-up are Princess Bride, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, the Commitments, Lilo and Stitch.

I guess I have stories that go with lots of movies.

(I’m trying to upload a picture, really, just hasn’t happened yet. Stoopid computer)

Also, Becky inquires:

….if you were going to contact (or be contacted) what’s the story beind the one you would most want to contact (by contacted by)?

Ah, I saved this because it’s kinda a biggie, but it’s also ancient history. And wouldn’t you know it, my computer locked up and ate the great entry I just had, so I’m on Take Two already.

Time has glossed over some details, but here’s some (I promised, after all, you ask, I type):

She was 14, I was 17. I thought it was True Love. She had a little more experience than I, even at such a young age, because up until then I’d only had a few girlfriends and they all had dumped me after a short time because I’m such a dweeb. I practically fell in love at first sight – she had dark hair, and an awesome figure.

She was probably my most significant girlfriend in terms of emotions, yet we never went on a date.

Oh look! I finally convinced my camera and computer to talk:

I can’t decide which cup is my favorite, so I’ll let y’all pick. (you can leave a note on the picture at Flickr.)

Oh, yeah, back to my story. (Her name was Suzy. Probably still is, come to think of it). I doodled her name on notebooks, and we used to spend hours staring into each others eyes and talking about such important things as Duran Duran and James Bond movies.

We promised to love each other forever. Then life interrupted: she was released from the psych hospital where we had met, and I still had some time left to serve. Our ‘forever’ lasted just a matter of weeks, if I’m remembering right. I only saw her once or twice after, and then about fifteen years ago out of the blue she called my house and we chatted. Wonder where she is now.

I wonder if she wonders about me.

So, there you have it!