1. Going with the theme of what's good on men*: Boxers or briefs?
Oh, gosh, no thanks.
Seriously, while I am very fond of men, men's underwear does remarkably little for me. I like men who are comfortable. Some men are comfortable in boxers, some in briefs, some in boxerbriefs, some commando...whatever. Not a big thing for me.
*Kev asked her kilts vs. tights at Fest.
2. How did your parents meet?
At church, when they were 11 and 12, respectively. Dad's father was the new pastor. They were in junior high youth group together. Later they were Luther League (high school youth group) presidents successive years. They also went to school together. Even before they started dating, their friends addressed them as "Mom" and "Dad." They dated other people briefly in high school, but there was never much question in anybody's mind, apparently; they married when Mom was 18 and Dad was 19, and they've been happily married ever since.
3. If there were one song you could strike from the universe, never to be heard again, which would it be?
I talked about this awhile ago: "Tell Laura I loooooove heeeerrr...." Bleh! Bleh!
4. What's the last thing you bought for yourself?
For just myself? and not to share with someone else, like dinner or groceries or something? Umm. I think that would be Jonathan I. Israel's Radical Enlightenment: Philosophy and the Making of Modernity 1650-1750 and Robert McGhee's The Last Imaginary Place: a Human History of the Arctic World. OUP was having a big sale for their contributors, and since I am one such, I took advantage of it. I've read the McGhee but not the Israel yet.
5. Do you have any nicknames (other than variations of Mris)?
Variations on a theme of my actual name are abundant. Mris, Mrissa, Mariss, Ris, Rissa, Risstopher Robin. Other than that, my nicknames are extremely quirky and limited to use by one person (well, so are some of the Mris-variations: only one of you is permitted "Risstopher Robin," and even he doesn't use it much). My dad calls me Sunshine, except at night, when he calls me Moonshine (at the age of 3, I objected to being called Sunshine when there was none apparent). My mom calls me Punk. (It's short for Punkin, or so she says. She used to get death glares from elderly ladies who objected to her calling such a conservatively dressed, quiet young woman "Punk" in public places.) My grandpa calls me Princess. scottjames doesn't actually call me Mo when he's talking to me, but he used to deliberately use it to rile me. I hated it because people could never spell my name, and calling me Mo reinforced the idea that they should spell it MO-rissa.
I can't think of any others. Mostly the Mris variations cover it.
I will do greykev's questions when I get back from Byerly's.