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themadhatter26:
1. What is your single, and I mean SINGLE, favorite quote?
The one that rules my thoughts currently is, oddly enough from an episode of FRASIER, but it struck a such a chord with me that might well be a slogan for my entire life: "We do have our baggage, don't we? But that makes the journey all the more interesting."
2. How much do you hate me for making you single something out?
Only if you're asking me to pick out something I actually CARE about. Ha! Burn!
3. What would you like your life to be like at age 40?
I'd like to be at least nationally famous for writing and performing the Hefner Monologues, with several published books (some Hefner Monologues, some novels like BUB AND JOHNNY GO), plus have written several comics. I would like at least a devoted cult following. Also, I'd have liked to have found some soul-mate-type woman. Plus, I'll have successfully played Hamlet, Cyrano de Bergerac, and Hickey from THE ICEMAN COMETH to appreciative audiences.
Ambitious? Unimaginative? Those are my dreams, as they stand.
4. Blind me with some science.
Thermodynamic miracles...events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing. And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter...until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold...That is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle.
My birth, if that's a thermodynamic miracle... I mean, you could say that about anyone in the world! Yes. Anyone in the world. But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget. I forget. We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away. For you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly.
Also, honey is bee barf.
5. Sum yourself up in the form of a haiku.
Films, storytelling,
Comic books, cats and crying.
How Hefnerian.
themadhatter26:1. What is your single, and I mean SINGLE, favorite quote?
The one that rules my thoughts currently is, oddly enough from an episode of FRASIER, but it struck a such a chord with me that might well be a slogan for my entire life: "We do have our baggage, don't we? But that makes the journey all the more interesting."
2. How much do you hate me for making you single something out?
Only if you're asking me to pick out something I actually CARE about. Ha! Burn!
3. What would you like your life to be like at age 40?
I'd like to be at least nationally famous for writing and performing the Hefner Monologues, with several published books (some Hefner Monologues, some novels like BUB AND JOHNNY GO), plus have written several comics. I would like at least a devoted cult following. Also, I'd have liked to have found some soul-mate-type woman. Plus, I'll have successfully played Hamlet, Cyrano de Bergerac, and Hickey from THE ICEMAN COMETH to appreciative audiences.
Ambitious? Unimaginative? Those are my dreams, as they stand.
4. Blind me with some science.
Thermodynamic miracles...events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing. And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter...until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold...That is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle.
My birth, if that's a thermodynamic miracle... I mean, you could say that about anyone in the world! Yes. Anyone in the world. But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget. I forget. We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away. For you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly.
Also, honey is bee barf.
5. Sum yourself up in the form of a haiku.
Films, storytelling,
Comic books, cats and crying.
How Hefnerian.
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Date: 2007-03-10 10:49 am (UTC)The children would be equally amused, although Jacob's side-headlock is considerably less practiced than my own. HE would be the one who accidentally sleeper-holds you.
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Date: 2007-03-10 01:35 pm (UTC)