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Jan. 21st, 2009
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me!"
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on...
Here are my interview questions from the lovely Moonvoice:
1. What's the best job you've ever had?
Hrmmm... Being the night auditor for the Excalibur was the best job I've ever had, financially & benefits-wise, at least for the first two years, before our deductible doubled. Seriously thinking about it, I only like my jobs for the first 6 months I'm working at them. Phone sex billing was fun - for the first 6 months. Costume photography was fun - for the first six months. I just asked Rob if I've ever had a job I really liked & he said that as soon as I finish training to do the job, I get bored & start hating it.
2. What's your top five favourite films?
Here's where I lose my indie street cred...
The Lion King
The Fifth Element
Shaun of the Dead
Watership Down
A Clockwork Orange
3. What if you are a vampire and haven't realised it yet?
Nah, I've been working a day job too long to be a vampire. I should have burst into flames on the first day. I can be a psychic vampire when I want to be one, but I'm usually pretty good at keeping my energy to myself & not leeching it off others.
4. What were you like as a teenager?
I was fucking horrible. My own behavior between the ages of 10 - 18 is a lot of the reason why I don't want kids of my own. If I'd been my own kid I would have killed me. I was angry & violent, depressed & moody, did whatever I could to get my hands on alcohol, I hated people (not that anything has changed there), I started fights, I bullied other kids, I'd fuck anything that moved, I was abusive to my nieces when I lived w/them & my sister, I was only nice to people if I thought I would get something out of it... I had no redeeming qualities whatsoever. But I was also very independent, strong and I was willing to take risks & experiment, and I thought I was creative & intelligent. I was also a lot more connected to my own spirituality and magic flowed like water through my fingertips.
5. What is your favourite memory of childhood?
Probably the infinite trips to the San Diego Zoo, watching my dad try to get a perfect photo of a sea otter. He would go back to the otter's pen several times each trip, & the otter might be posing for someone else, but the minute she saw my dad, poof - she would disappear into the water. She flirted unashamedly with my father.
And now for something completely disgusting...
I don't know why I like medical photos, or photos of dead people... I don't know why I mentally torture myself on occasion by looking nasty stuff up. I have a deep-seated fascination with the whole concept of teratomas, skin conditions, tropical diseases, plagues... and parasites.
On the pagan forum, there's a thread about creepy animals, prompted by a blog about the Top 5 Creepy Animals. Personally I found all the animals in the blog quite fantastic, but I love sharks, reptiles, squids & I've taken a recent liking to bees & wasps. The film of the fringed shark is really a must-see - it's incredible!
So other folk have posted their votes for creepy creatures, including a couple from me about vinegaroons & parasitic tongue-replacing isopods. But someone trumped us w/the African mango fly, also called the putzi fly or tumbu fly. Apparently, if this fly lays its eggs on clothing left to dry outside, the eggs hatch & burrow into people when the clothes are put on against the skin.
Imagine that - your undies, next to your tenderest parts, full of fly larvae, burrowing into you...
( Don't Look, It's Worse Than the Flogged Jesus Statue - and No, It's Not Photoshopped )
All I know is after learning about the tumbu flies, botflies, guinea worms, and so many more lovely creatures that live there... I don't ever want to go to Africa. I used to want to go to Africa... when I was younger & more innocent.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on...
Here are my interview questions from the lovely Moonvoice:
1. What's the best job you've ever had?
Hrmmm... Being the night auditor for the Excalibur was the best job I've ever had, financially & benefits-wise, at least for the first two years, before our deductible doubled. Seriously thinking about it, I only like my jobs for the first 6 months I'm working at them. Phone sex billing was fun - for the first 6 months. Costume photography was fun - for the first six months. I just asked Rob if I've ever had a job I really liked & he said that as soon as I finish training to do the job, I get bored & start hating it.
2. What's your top five favourite films?
Here's where I lose my indie street cred...
The Lion King
The Fifth Element
Shaun of the Dead
Watership Down
A Clockwork Orange
3. What if you are a vampire and haven't realised it yet?
Nah, I've been working a day job too long to be a vampire. I should have burst into flames on the first day. I can be a psychic vampire when I want to be one, but I'm usually pretty good at keeping my energy to myself & not leeching it off others.
4. What were you like as a teenager?
I was fucking horrible. My own behavior between the ages of 10 - 18 is a lot of the reason why I don't want kids of my own. If I'd been my own kid I would have killed me. I was angry & violent, depressed & moody, did whatever I could to get my hands on alcohol, I hated people (not that anything has changed there), I started fights, I bullied other kids, I'd fuck anything that moved, I was abusive to my nieces when I lived w/them & my sister, I was only nice to people if I thought I would get something out of it... I had no redeeming qualities whatsoever. But I was also very independent, strong and I was willing to take risks & experiment, and I thought I was creative & intelligent. I was also a lot more connected to my own spirituality and magic flowed like water through my fingertips.
5. What is your favourite memory of childhood?
Probably the infinite trips to the San Diego Zoo, watching my dad try to get a perfect photo of a sea otter. He would go back to the otter's pen several times each trip, & the otter might be posing for someone else, but the minute she saw my dad, poof - she would disappear into the water. She flirted unashamedly with my father.
And now for something completely disgusting...
I don't know why I like medical photos, or photos of dead people... I don't know why I mentally torture myself on occasion by looking nasty stuff up. I have a deep-seated fascination with the whole concept of teratomas, skin conditions, tropical diseases, plagues... and parasites.
On the pagan forum, there's a thread about creepy animals, prompted by a blog about the Top 5 Creepy Animals. Personally I found all the animals in the blog quite fantastic, but I love sharks, reptiles, squids & I've taken a recent liking to bees & wasps. The film of the fringed shark is really a must-see - it's incredible!
So other folk have posted their votes for creepy creatures, including a couple from me about vinegaroons & parasitic tongue-replacing isopods. But someone trumped us w/the African mango fly, also called the putzi fly or tumbu fly. Apparently, if this fly lays its eggs on clothing left to dry outside, the eggs hatch & burrow into people when the clothes are put on against the skin.
Imagine that - your undies, next to your tenderest parts, full of fly larvae, burrowing into you...
( Don't Look, It's Worse Than the Flogged Jesus Statue - and No, It's Not Photoshopped )
All I know is after learning about the tumbu flies, botflies, guinea worms, and so many more lovely creatures that live there... I don't ever want to go to Africa. I used to want to go to Africa... when I was younger & more innocent.