About Me
Hi, and welcome to my page!
Facts:
Birthday: May 9
Full name: Lisa Marie Simpson
Instruments played: sax, guitar, bass guitar, piano
Non-instruments played: jug
Most money ever made: $12 million ( when working with Mr.Burns )
Inventions: perpetual motion machine, Linguo the grammar robot
Publications: "Where are my residuals", "The red dress press"
First word: Bart
Made this page on: May 6, 2006
Misconceptions:
The following is a not all-inclusive list of most common misconceptions about me.
( I wrote it as somewhat of an essay on myself, which explains why it is in third person ).
Grades:
It is commonly assumed that Lisa's life revolves around school and grades, and that they are of utmost importance to her. While that might be true to some extent, it is important to understand why that is. It is quite obvious that the specifics of Lisa's family and family life limit her means of self-expression and sources of positive reinforcement. Her music, for example, is usually frowned upon and she's not in the position to take that pursuit outside the home just yet. Her other endeavors are not usually met with supportive enthusiasm either. As the result, grades is practically the only source of positive feedback she has. So it is a way of self-assessment that she seeks, while the grades themselves may be of little importance.
"Nerdiness":
This one is also quite common, and while the above paragraph indirectly addresses this issue, we can still look into it more specifically. From following Lisa's life we can realize that she is only perceived as somewhat of a nerd by those who are unable or unwilling to look closer and are quick to apply irrelevant stereotypes. There's more to being a nerd then just smarts, but that's the only characteristic Lisa shares with that group. She can be seen rocking out to "Welcome To The Jungle", she enjoys watching and playing a variety of sports, most especially hockey, we've seen her fake sick to stay home from school and patronize real nerds in both word and action, and so forth. She is aware of other people's wrongful perception of her and tries to fix that on more then one occasion. Besides, Lisa's extreme open-mindness and independence are definitely not nerdy traits.
Religion:
One would think the answer to that is simple - Lisa is a Buddhist, right? Not entirely. She said: "I still believe in God, I just think there's another path to Him..." which is what eventually led her to accepting some of Buddhism's philosophies and practices in the search for "...a temple that is free of corruption". She, however, never abandoned some of her Christian beliefs. From watching closely in becomes evident that Lisa's belief system is based on principals derived from both Christianity and Buddhism. So she could be best described as 'spiritual but not religious'.
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Welcome to "22 short stories about Lisa".
Here I thought I'd tell you about some of my adventures and misadventures that didn't make it into the show.
A Saturday alone.
The day started in the same way as most of my days usually start - with me waking up.
After making my bed and brushing my teeth, I proceeded downstairs for breakfast the funnest way I know how: by sliding down the railing.
When I got to the kitchen, I noticed something was wrong. My plate was empty, everybody else's plates were empty and the house itself was empty. Everybody was gone. But where? After looking around I quickly found this note:
This was quite a predicament: dad ate my breakfast pancakes, he also ate yesterday's left-overs, and he even ate tomorrow's dinner made in advance! The only food left in the house was of animal origin which left me with nothing to eat.
I took a look around in mild panic and saw Snowball sleeping on the couch. Seeing her made me think of cat food. But that thought was quickly discarded.
Going with out breakfast was too bleak of an option to be considered - I had to find something to eat. I began my search at the Flanders' house.
I carefully approached the back door. Soon enough I was inside making my way to the fridge, and seconds later I was examining it's contents. So many choices, one better then the last! I knew that making the best possible selection will require a thorough analysis of the contents of each shelf, the freezer and even the vegetable crisper. I set out to do just that, but was right then startled to see Mr. Flanders in the kitchen doorway. Luckily, he didn't mind making me breakfast.
What a great neighbor he is! He even gave me some candy for the road! Nam-nam.
When I got back home, everyone was still gone and I started looking for things to do. But all my chores were already done, my homework - done, Bart's homework - eaten by the dog, TV - broken thanks to dad. What was I to do? Sit and stare blankly into the opposite wall? Nah. I thought of something better - pretend jousting in the living room.
The bike was my horse and the broom was my lance. Fun is fun, they say - but soon something went terribly wrong...
...and I ended up on the mantel with devastating consequences.
It was still rather fun until I fell from the mantel on the floor.
"What had just happened?" thought I to my self.
I tried to make my "I didn't do it" face as convincing as I could...
...but it seems that even I myself had trouble believing me.
Now I had to clean up and repair the broken and cracked miscellanea.
It took almost an hour to carefully repair the vase and 2 picture frames.
I sure have learned my lesson: never ever ever play jousting in the living room ... with out having first cleared the room of all the breakables, crackables, smashables and shatterables! Particularly the shatterables because those are the hardest to repair.
Just as I finished that thought, I heard the door bell ring. Who could it be?
I opened the door to see Mr. Burns and Mr. Smithers standing there.
"Homer Simpson?!" - assumed Mr. Burns.
"Err, I think this is Lisa, sir" - Mr. Smithers corrected him.
"Oh yeah, little Lisa Simpson - the girl who helped me get my plant back ... twice!" - Mr. Burns finally came to his senses.
After this realization he explained that they are here to speak to dad about the missing plutonium and that they weren't leaving without talking to him. Of coarse I didn't know when he was coming back so we all decided to wait for him.
It was almost dinner time so Mr. Smithers was ordered ( by Mr. Burns, not me ) to make it. I offered to help but he assured me that he's a great cook and that my help, although appreciated, would not be necessary. That was a good decision because I can't cook anyway so my help would not have been very, um helpful.
While Mr. Smithers was making dinner, me and Mr. Burns started up a casual conversation. We talked about the crisis of authority, the humor of Itchy and Scratchy, the rise of anti-intellectualism, the relation between dragons and dinosaurs, the evils of NASA and the space program, and which one of us had a smaller cell phone. You know, the usual topics someone like me would like to discuss at the dinner table, or anywhere else for that matter.
Sadly, as soon as we touched on the environmental issues our friendly chat turned quite bitter.
He had his beliefs and I had mine and neither one of us was willing to give them up.
Here Mr. Burns, being temporarily blinded by the strength of his convictions pulled out his gun.
But the very next second he realized how ridiculous that was even if only in jest, put the gun back in the holster and apologized profusely.
Very well. I accepted the apology. I was too hungry to hold a grudge anyway.
After dinner Mr. Burns and Mr. Smithers left because they didn't feel like waiting for dad any longer. They said they'll talk to him on Monday at work, but knowing dad I think it may not be till Tuesday or even Wednesday when he finally decides to make it over there.
As soon as I closed the door behind them, I heard somebody else knocking on it. I opened the door to see mom, dad, Bart and Maggie.
"Where have you been all this time? How's Bart? Did dad really take the plutonium that Mr. Burns was talking about? He left just a second ago, didn't you see him? Oh, oh, and did you know my cell phone is actually smaller then his? And why did you knock on the door instead of opening it with the key?" - I blurted out every question that came to my mind.
Of coarse mom had good answers to all those things, and I was just about to write them down but ....... that's another story.
More stories coming soon.
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I put this map up on May 11, 2008.
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