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I get quardruple-interviewed!

Further interviews! Remind yourself about the rules here!

runstaverun decided to ask me some pretty rough questions, particularly the inflammatory question number two. So here goes!

  1. recently on the Howard Stern Morning Radio Show, there were a few round of surveys asking the extended-core of 8 people to make hard decisions about what they thought of people. Of the people in the Howard Stern Morning Radio Show, which one would you say is the least necessary?
    Yeah, I remember that show, we were in the car together for it. We got to hear John try to defend himself, insisting that he's done great bits over the years. The best answer was Artie's, when he said that he listens to the show when he's not on and it is just as good... leaving him believing that he's the least important to the show. OUCH. While I think Artie's added a great deal to the show, and has been a fresh new element, he's not all that important in my book. But personally, I'd go with Benjy. He tries to do so much, but most of it just doesn't work. Gary, Howard, Robin, they're all essential. KC and John both do some hilarious bits, and I'll agree that John has been slacking.

  2. Of the people in the Russell Sprague core of existance, dealing solely with the Russ-Doug-Marc-Aaron-Cory-Noel-Chris group (yes, the interviewer realizes that this is only one grouping of people out of MANY overlapping groupings and MANY friends... you had your birthday party at my apt., remember?) same question... which one is the least necessary?
    Like I said, you're pouring gasoline all over me. There's the selfless Artie answer where I say that kingfox is the least important. Honestly, I ditch the group quite often. I do my own thing, have my other circles of friends, and quite often go my own way instead of ``the crew'' way. That was brought up in the brother parable on Saturday. Then there's the wussy answer of saying that I hope it is aaronkliger, because he's going away. But we all know that would be utter bullshit. It would also be obvious to answer noelr, for the length of time spent away, and the number of rifts created around him. I've thought it over, analyzing each and every member. I've done a ranking system, going through each and every person. The glue of aaronkliger, the tower we throw ourselves against that has crumbled leaving the man that is hiphopatcong, the giant bleeding heart of towelboy, you, and kikibird. Of course, you and your better half are recent additions, and it's hard to judge both of you entirely on your rookie season. Damn. You've insisted over and over again that I don't have to answer this question. And it's a killer. I know that my opinion of noelr and his place amongst us is nowhere near the opinion that others possess, so I won't just say him like my gut tells me to. As much as towelboy feels like a dingleberry on Poof Cat's but, he's a crucial nugget.

    I was starting to lean towards saying kikibird for being the latest addition, when I realized you said the Russell Sprague core of existence. You're not talking about ``the crew'' or whatever title you want to give that grouping. I don't have to keep on viewing it as the group objectively, but I can view it as the group centered around me subjectively. As I've told you, does the universe go around the sun or the earth? Neither, it goes around me. I'm not heliocentric or geocentric, I'm egocentric. So I can slip into my native viewpoint as a post-human. So the answer is noelr.

    No, not because I hate him or slam him or anything of the sort. Yeah, he can be a whiney little bitch, and a supreme asshole. Guess what, you can be an arrogant prick and stupid asshole too. We're all flawed beings. I don't say noelr is the least important for the Russell Sprague core of existence for any reasons along those lines, oh no. Look at the list. I've lived with a good percentage of the people on that list. I've shared my thoughts, dreams, hopes, and desires with most of them. I've had regular daily or weekly life activities bonding with them. Every single one of them, except noelr, at least not since you were a student living with aaronkliger. He's been around. Sophomore year, how often did I talk to him? Only when he visited, though he called towelboy and hiphopatcong almost nightly. He's extremely close to them, and aaronkliger. And all three have tried many times to get us together. We've never done that. We've never really spent alone time except sitting in your apartment during a party last fall while you and kikibird were fighting, and everyone else piled outside to support one side or the other. We bonded a little at his place, but we've never had that close connection that I've shared with every other person on the list. He's redeemed himself and destroyed my opinion of him over and over, and I realize how similar we are yet are both so unwilling to ever admit. I realize his good points, and I don't gloss over his bad points as much as others do. I've been a downright asshole to him, and vice versa. But I've never spent enough time alone with him, or even with him in general, to say that he's as necessary to the Russell Sprague core of existence as the other six you listed. And that's not a slam on him in any way.

  3. What has your favorite game at game night been?
    Hmmmm... I guess Strip Drinking Truth or Dare Candyland was at another venue. Hmmmm... We've ownzered Jenga, and I had fun watching you two squirm with therapy, damn. I'd have to say, overall, that Gauntlet has been the most fun. We got to kill things, help each other out, work together, and put it down at almost any point. Yeah, I know, I'm biased towards Xbox games, but I think I had the most fun playing with y'all in Gauntlet or watching you two play with our guests.

  4. you're a compulsive linker, but I have heard tell of many people telling you that they don't click on even a good portion of them... would you link less if your clickthrough rate would go up?
    Fuck no. Dedicated fans will click on the links. kingfox fanboys will click, be enlightened, and brag about the links at dinner parties like an elitist snob. ``Why, yes, you read that in kingfox's journal, but did you click on the links, and see what he was really trying to say in that entry? That simple link to Legato was clearly referring to Legato's use of mind control. Obviously, kingfox was thinking about some specific person or situation, where Legato would be more relevant, instead of using the obvious Knives, who he truly loves? I mean, think about it, kingfox goes nuts for that quote. How did it go? "Kill the spiders to save the butterflies... It's rational until you realize that by striving for it, you become a spider yourself." kingfox avoided going down that avenue, choosing Legato against what we would assume him to do. That was a specific meaning buried there just under the surface.''
    See? It's like director's commentary tracks, or deleted scenes, or other such bonus material. My links will continue the way they are. If people want the whole adventure, they will go down those avenues. If not, their loss.

  5. at the Quiet Party I snagged all of the cards that were out on our table... what should I do with them? (besides read them... fascinating literature there!)
    Let me read them too. Har. No, seriously, it'd be funny to scan them and put up a website with them.

    and bonus:
  6. aren't you glad you called me a motherfucker in your request to be interviewed?
    Heh, yeah. I call everyone killer, those I love motherfucker, and those who care sexpot.

periol came up with a cool theme for his interrogation.

  1. What is your name? What is your quest? What is your favorite color?
    My name is Russell Willaman Sprague. I am a hunter of the elusive mayfly of love, and am on a quest for love and peace. My favorite color is red, with black coming in a close second. My favorite color truly is black with red trim and highlights.

  2. What are your all-time top five desert island records (songs not LPs)?
    Now that's a bitch. Hmmm.... At least the first one's easy. Reducing it to just songs makes it much harder, mind you.
    1. Testament, Hypnosis
    2. Leonard Cohen, Suzanne (barely beating out Tower of Song)
    3. Joe Satriani, Tears in the Rain (barely beating out Cryin')
    4. Fear Factory, Zero Signal (the I am Russell Sprague song!)
    5. White Zombie, Blood, Milk, & Sky

    Perhaps a bit more rock in there that I assumed at first. I'd want a good mix of genres, but I just can't narrow myself down to one Monk song or one Orbital song. I mean, Jaded by Crystal Method just sends shivers through my spine. But could I live on a desert island with it? I think I'd just go insane.

  3. What would you do if you had a million dollars?
    Have sex with two women at once. No, seriously, help a few friends out, pay off my massive debt to Drew and the state. Take the rest, and put it in a low-risk account, using the interest to supplement my income, giving me a little more leeway in life, basically giving myself a huge raise and freedom to do more of what I'd like to do. Boring? Fuck yeah. I mean, I'd love to own a nightclub. I'd love to own a really awesome trendy urban dwelling complex. I'd love to do lots of these things... but a million dollars doesn't go as far as it used to. If you said ten million, then all the ambitious grand dreams would come out.

    All the industrial nightclubs I made for my Sims would become reality. I'd make living quarters for my friends in my image of them in the complex. I'd start a cult. I'd do so much.

  4. If you could fight one historical figure, who would it be?
    Being a huge fan of Fight Club, I've thought about this long and hard. I, arrogantly, would want to pick someone I might be able to beat. If I wanted suicide, I'd pick Shinmen Musashi No Kami Fujiwara No Genshin. But I'd still want a challenge. I know, I'd rumble with Aleister Crowley. I bet he'd fight dirty, I've heard so much about him over the years, it would be interesting to face him in mortal combat.

  5. Do you believe in fate, Russ?
    Fuck no! Maybe it's my own insecurities, my own fears, but I hate the very notion of fate.

  6. What is your favorite movie quote of all time?
    Damn, I wish you'd let me name my top five. Keeping me down to one really fucks with me, even though I know the answer. From Blade Runner, Roy Batty's speech on the roof. I'm a sucker for speeches, play the Chasing Amy speech from Holden, where he stops the car, and you'll destroy me inside.

    Alyssa: Why are we stopping?
    Holden: Because I can't take this.
    Alyssa: Can't take what?
    Holden: I love you.
    Alyssa: You love me?
    Holden: I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know...I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.

    Hot damn, isn't that great? Make me feel like a man, Kevin Smith!

    But yeah, like I said, Roy Batty's speech from the rooftop. The whole extended hunt, the mocking, going insane, the self-crucification symbolism, the jump, the save... and this:

    I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

    Tears in rain have been a major piece of symbolism in my life for ages. From Valerie's poetry to ``I Have Done and Seen'' to many desperate night discussions. The imagery behind crying in rain just moves me.

    Call me a punk, mock me all you will, but I love the theater non-director's edition version of the movie. I think both should be watched, mind you, but the voice-overs really add something. The original movie didn't have the voice-overs from Harrison Ford, and even he was opposed to them being added, but people felt that American audiences wouldn't ``get it'' without the voice-overs. So, in a movie where the humanity of everyone, the main character most of all is questioned, you have these distant cold voice-overs. His reluctance to even be doing them gives them a robotic quality, which is eerie when you're viewing the world through his distant mind's eye. The voice-over after Batty's speech just fits so well, even if it isn't necessary.

    I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life, anybody's life, my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.

    Wow. The similarities between Batty and Mewtwo entertains me. Both were made by man, made to be the brightest flame, a shining example of possibility. Both turned against their creator, but not in the stereotypical ``smash destroy'' way. Both just wanted to find their place in life. Batty ended up facing his maker, and dying with a love for life. Mewtwo tried to cleanse the world, and found a love for life, living a life of recluse with his army of cloned Pokemon.

Then kikibird gave it a go!

  1. why are foxes you favorite?
    As a kid, believe it or not, I loved foxes and vampires. At least since the age of six, maybe earlier.

    When I researched my name, I found that the most common results were red haired, sexy, clever, and fox-like. From this I worked fox names into names for pencil and paper RPG characters, and games I played with my friends. I took them as my symbol, and ended up researching them quite a bit and falling in love with them. Then, during my years of new-age living with my mother, the connection became deeper if you believe that sort of crap. If I ever break into my dad's house to get my stuff, the fox-themed peace pipe with a fox fur holder is one of the first things I grab, and the big fox stuffed animal Cinnabar (named after the fox in the story) is one of the few I took with me from my dad's house. In relationships, when the person I'm with or I have gone on a long trip, I lend them Cinnabar. I sleep with it a few nights in a row, spray it with whatever cologne I'm currently using, and give him to them gift-wrapped before the trip. They hold it every night (or so they say) until they can hold me again.

    Foxes are just so cool on a number of levels. The trick I told you about alone is enough reason to love them. They dance and jump and spin about, tapping the ground until they know their prey is near the surface. Then they JUMP and PLUNGE their little paws into the tunnel, pulling out the snack. They're the masters of invisibility, despite being red in a green and brown world. They're clever, adorable, sly, and crazy... like a fox. Despite being canine-like, they're not canines, and don't bark. Whuffle, howl, snarl, yip, growl, all those doggy noises... but not bark. They're beautiful tricksters.

  2. without using any links, tell me about the people you have been truly in love with.
    No links? Damn. I assume you mean in the relationship sense, so I'm going to leave out my friends and family, ok?

    • Natalie/Naomi/Nat. LJ user equals karamoon. Aytch tee tee pee colon slash slash users dot drew dot, oh wait, you said no links. Fuxx0rz. Yeah, she was my childhood love. We met at a young age, around eight or so, and she was the one who defended me when the other kids didn't accept me at the UU church (shit I just linked all that up before remembering your rule) my mother and first stepfather joined to get married. We became friends, the two of us and Kevin. We'd hang out all the time, getting into trouble and having our little dramas. Break up, make up, different people dating. It was a middle school version of Melrose Place, with more of Howard Stern's channel nine show and church sleepover makeout sessions. She was my first french kiss, in a game of spin the bottle, when I was in seventh grade. She dated Kevin, John, some other guys, and I during this time period. Dozens of little dramas. She's beautiful (Pete considers her the most physically attractive female I've been with, but never met Valerie), metropolitan, intelligent, insightful, perceptive, deep, seductive, and worldly. I fell for her hard, over and over and over again, for over a decade. We've only had sex once, on the bridge where I was planning on killing myself when I was sixteen. It was the first time I came before my partner... We spent most of our many relationships doing spiritual things, instead of physical things. She broke my heart, and she claimed that I turned into a demon that flew to her humble abode and attacked her. After the encounter on the bridge, she told me that I had to choose between her and a mutual friend of ours that recently admitted a huge crush on me. At first Natalie suggested that the three of us all just sleep together in one big relationship, but her friend wasn't up for that. Natalie suggested some other possible thirds, and let me know that I had to decide between the two of them. She was infuriated that I couldn't decide immediately. I got on the phone with the friend, and after a half hour or so, we both realized how stupid we were being. Clearly, I belonged with Natalie, and even thinking otherwise was foolish. But even having to think and talk it out was too much for Natalie, she didn't see me again, and started dating someone else. Over the years, I heard a number of updates about her, different locations she had ran to. She showed up in my life, when I was with my most recent ex. The ex felt threatened by her, and wasn't comfortable with me hanging out with Natalie. So I didn't, though she never forbade me, and I insisted that she spend time with her equivalent of Natalie from her past. The ex is now DATING said equivalent, but that wasn't until months after we broke up, and I have good evidence that she didn't cheat and end up with him early. Anyway, at my 25th birthday, she managed to make it. It was amazing catching up with her that night, and the week after that. The bridge encounter was discussed, and I had forgotten all the asshole things I had done until she reminded me. She had forgotten what stupid things she did, until I reminded her. During that week, I was still very hung up on my ex, but she admitted some things despite being in a relationship that continues to this day. That weekend, hanging out with her at Ernie and April's, I realized some things about her. While I spent the night rubbing her back as the pains in her stomach stabbed her, I figured out who she had become, and what she needed. I haven't called much since then.

    • Valerie. The Satanic cokehead anorexic from Iselin. One of the hottest females I've had the pleasure of entertaining, and probably the hottest female I've been with in the biblical sense. While some faces dim over the years, her face remains strong in my memory. Similar to Fairuza Balk in The Craft, except without the round cheeks or jagged mouth. Give her a pouty mouth, even more evil eyes, and drop some weight. Valerie was dark, sexy, kinky, evil, and smoldered. Our first meeting after months of hearing about her or talking on the phone was at a court-ordered AA at a church down the street from my dad's. We sat on the stoop of the side door, and fell for each other hard. We once walked down Saint George's Avenue from Roy Rogers to close to where I lived, and every single street light went out over our heads as we walked. She could make her eyes vibrate, but it didn't look like a fun stunt when she did it. When she did it, it was a dark molten stiletto of lust plunging into your side, wiggling about and melting your heart with its red flaming blade. A variety of hot boots (some of the best laced up on the sides), black eye makeup before goths became way too trendy, and a spiked collar were her staple uniform. She couldn't visit me at Roy Rogers without having co-workers of mine drop what they were doing to try and pick her up. To this day, I hear ``Carol of the Bells'' and I remember a JFK high school production she was in, and I melt. It's my favorite holiday song. That same concert, she did the solo in ``Circle of Life'' (hey, Lion King was in). For years, I couldn't listen to that one verse.

      He's holding back, he's hiding
      But what, I can't decide
      Why won't he be the king I know he is
      The king I see inside?

      When she did that verse, she gave me the melty evil sex eye look, smiling like she was going to tear my head off with her teeth. What can I say? I'm a sucker for that sort of thing. I've got some great memories of watching Kindred: the Embraced, but we didn't end up catching much of the show. I handcuffed her up, we had some fun, and eventually showed up at Scott Souza's place to get her a ride back home. One night she was bored, and talked me into a four-way with two bi-curious friends of hers that lived right down the street from my maid. I heard one of the most religious catholic mothers I knew, who actually HUNG OUT WITH Mother Theresa on a regular basis when she was in the country, refer to Valerie as wild and kinky. One night I was hanging out with Matt and Ernie, and took her to a diner with them, taking her to Mike Maeng's condo complex afterwards. Turns out the two had a bet after whether or not we'd end up there, Matt won. The major problem in our relationship was her getting locked up or ending up on the run all the time. Every time things were going great, she'd end up running to Florida or in a juvie hall. I once wore a gold bracelet of hers with her name on it for months, dating other people, waiting for her to get out. If Natalie was the ongoing relationship that defined length in my youthful relationships, Valerie was the wild flame that defined passion in my youthful relationships. Back in high school, I tried coke, because I Wanted to know what was so damn good that she would throw her life away for it over and over again. Before pot, before serious drinking, I wanted to see what the woman I loved loved more than her own life. She got a 1300 on her SATs when in an institution, but didn't want to submit those scores due to the location. Then she had some major doses of acid, and couldn't get above 800. While hanging out with the friends that I mentioned earlier, she was going on about a guy at school that was always bothering her that she hated. Her friend said, ``Well, you did sleep with him.'' She didn't even remember that, her brain was so fried during that point. I made her swear never to do drugs during our last relationship, but she ended up doing coke. She insisted that she wasn't doing it, just testing quality so she could act as middleman in a sale. Our relationships were passion-filled firey unconditional passionate affairs, short and powerful. Every one ended with her far away or locked up, except the last one, where she dumped me for no reason. Like, really, no reason. I went nuts, she kicked me out, I never saw her again. I've tried tracking her down a few times on the internet, and despite how amazing my google-fu is, I just can't find her.

    • Mary. You know Mary. Nothing new to say here, right? We met at Drew as freshmen (she was an English/Spanish double major, with a Comparative Literature/Religion double minor with time to spend abroad), she was desperate for a friend. I became her friend, and wormed my way into sleeping with her by putting conditions on our friendship. I was a manipulative jerk, and kept her as a concubine (her words). Finally, she consented to dating me, and we dated for two and a half years. Our relationship was dramatic, to say the least. We broke up three times a week on average, and had sex three times a day for the first semester and a half, slowly tapering down from there. While she never admitted our status to her family, I loved them dearly and spent lots of time with them. They still ask about me to this day. She's an outspoken, practical, beautiful Argentine with long flowing hair and a cute round nose. More intellectual than she lets on, yet silly and naive about so much. Opinionated, and stubborn. Oh god is she stubborn. Stubborn like a mule. We've remained good friends to this day. We hang out every so often, talk regularly, and give each other advice on relationships constantly. We never listen to each other. She's definitely the closest friend I have that's an ex, and a great person. I wish she'd stop settling and find happiness.

    • The most recent one. You know her too. A Woman's Studies/Psych double major, the first Woman's Studies major to ever graduate from Drew. A jock, involved with sports since an early age, playing on a number of teams. Insecure, stubborn, erotic, determined, and perceptive. A Long Island girl, who loves going out and having wild times. Dancing, going to bars, crazy stories from her past and crazy memories from our time together. While her parents were utterly horrible and nuts, the rest of her family was great, and I miss them dearly. She was my former roomie's girlfriend, and she always had a crush on me while with him. The crush came out, and the two of us just couldn't keep apart, ending up together no matter how much we tried to fight it. Speaking of fights, we fought quite a bit for the close to two years we were together, and for the half a year of fingernails on the corpse. Even more than Mary, I learned so much from the relationship. I, and I know you disagree with me on this one, blame myself for a majority of the fights. I learned quite a bit about my brother, father, and I in how we deal with females in this relationship. While I have a long way to go, from conversations I've had, it seems I have it more under control than my two elders. She was daring, adventurous, and sweeter than she ever admitted to herself. Some of the most amazing romantic gestures I've gotten have been from her, yet she's gone off on me about how she's not romantic. Some of the wildest times I've had since high school were with this woman, and we had some good times together. We broke up, tried again and again, and eventually realized it was over. We both moved on, then talked about making it work again, and then it fell apart utterly and completely. We don't even talk now.

  3. you are always telling me stories about how you were such a dick head to so many girls. What is the nicest thing you have ever done for someone?
    Damn. I don't know. I've driven all over creation with no sleep and a deadline to get someone out of a bad situation. I've been there for people when everyone else turned their back to them. I've pushed myself into debt to show someone that they're in my thoughts. I've given up my own beliefs and ideals to make someone feel ok. I've created some of the sweetest romantic packages, including personalized CDs full of their favorite songs and my voice saying sweet things that made them cry between tracks. I've tried to be a good person. Sometimes I don't always do the right thing, sometimes I fuck others over or do the wrong thing in my quest to make people like me, or in my quest to be a good person. I don't know what the nicest thing I've ever done is. Damn... I've been thinking about it for a while.

    Gave a shit, often when no one else would, even if not for the best motives. Gave them my unconditional accepting caring love, and honestly meant it in my heart and soul. Helped people realize that they were worth a damn.

  4. have you ever been sexually attracted to another boy? Who? Did you do anything about it? (being dared to kiss someone who you thought was nice looking doesn't count)
    Honestly? No. And I'm not closed to the idea. If I saw someone who did something for me, I'd realize it. I've seen attractive guys, but I just haven't met a guy who makes me want to be with him. The only sexual things I've done with a guy were either kindergarten/grade school ``what does this do'' experiments, or in the middle of group sex, getting into being with everyone around me. And that was once, with the aforementioned Valerie and her friends.

  5. If you could change one decision that you have made in your lifetime, would you? If so, what would it be, and how do you think things would be different?
    There's a number of things I wish I could take back. Stupid fights, mistakes, hearts broken, hearts left out for breaking. But I love who I am, and wouldn't want to change who I am. I've made my stupid mistakes, I've done things I shouldn't have done, and I've lived through these decisions. I could say, ``not treat this person like shit'' or ``tell Natalie I wanted to be with her'' or ``run off with Valerie to Canada with my dad's car, my savings, and all my clothing a day before we planned so she wouldn't have gotten arrested'' or ``make sure that my dad really did pay that last bill at Drew, so I wouldn't be so credit fucked right now''. Who knows what effects that would have? Maybe, if I did make sure that sixth semester was paid for, I would have graduated on time. I'd never have moved into my current place, and never have gotten to live with Towel Boy or Doug at the condo. I wouldn't have invited my ex to stop by on her way through during Doug's birthday, and we would never have dated. I wouldn't have gotten the secretary job at Drew, and waited around for the current position, and never seen Stave. Then we'd never have met, and there would be no Game Night. While I'm not happy with every current element of my life, I'm happy with where I'm taking it, and I wouldn't change that.

Finally, angryjonny steps up to deliver.

  1. If black were spontaneously outlawed tomorrow, what would you wear?
    My coffin suit, because I'd kill myself.

    No, seriously, I'd probably wear the darkest grey allowed by law. If greys were illegal, I'd spike my hair, buy a red trench coat, and wear nothing under it. Or wear tropical tiki shirts.

  2. Wesley Willis (sp?) and Larsen are both drowning, and you only have time to save one. Who lives?
    Personally, I like how you spelled the one you were unsure of correctly, and messed up with the other. I think Wesley Willis would be far to heavy for me to save for certain, so windexcowboy would live. For that matter, while I love his music and think he's an amazing guy, windexcowboy is a friend, great guy, and part of my daily life. No question. Sorry music fans.

  3. What's your favorite book?
    You know I'm a walking cliche. Neuromancer.

  4. If, as we all know, Gin makes a man mean- what does it do to women?
    It makes them mean, of course. Duh. I mean, ``men are all stupid'' - so are women. ``Women play games'' - so do men. While I've finally started to admit some of the differences over the past year or so of my life, I still think that many things that are attributed to one gender or the other are really universal and should be applied to humanity as a whole.

  5. Fill in the blank: My favorite thing about working for Acad Tech is mrfantasy's________.
    Woah, umm, I don't work for acadtech, I work for drewcns now! See here, I'm a CNS staffer now!

    But if we were to accept your question, regardless, I'd have to say his wacky nature, knowing when to joke and when not to. I bring new hires into his office, explain that they should research questions well before bothering Paul, and start walking them towards mrfantasy's office. He yells out, ``BRRAAAAIINSS!!!'' and starts throwing foam chunks at them. Not many departments at drewuniversity have a director that would do that. Some wouldn't learn the student's names. He'll get excited about the latest hilarious thing on Fark, and the latest project. He'll obsess over Trogdor, but will crack down and make sure shit gets done. The relaxed easy going atmosphere, combined with his excitement about the cool things we do, really inspires. I'm not just kissing my boss's boss's ass here, I said this shit back when he wasn't on my direct chain of command. He's like a little boy when he gets a new networking toy, I'm not making a height joke, and it's infectious. You can't help but get excited when you listen to he and the others ramble on about something. To this day, I remember the multi-day lecture about networking he gave the CompSci senior seminar years ago vividly, how he managed to run over every day and still not have enough time to spew out details about networking. Call me a brown-noser, but I said it back then, it was a great extended lecture. His yearly address to the ATOPS at the start of the semester is one of the funniest and one of the most informative segments of the training week.

And that's a wrap. Remember, usual rules follow.

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