Hey! I’m an honorary redhead… I wish I had the mop to do it justice, but nonetheless, I’ll wear my new designation with pride. If you’re here from Resplendently Pedestrian, welcome. I’ll answer ResPed’s questions to celebrate my new status… here goes nothing.
1. Did your mother and father raise you? Not exactly, but don’t hold that against me. I was raised mostly by my father and KCOP channel 13 out of Los Angeles. My mother loved designer labels, clowns and vodka sours. I was unfortunately none of these things, which resulted in her failure to develop any maternal instincts whatsoever.
1a. Did this affect you in any way that’s noticable today, and are you grateful or angry that this happened this way? Well, lets see… I have an encyclopedic knowledge of film, an aversion to emotional displays, and no understanding of the female species. So, I guess not 😉 I honestly like who I became. I don’t hold any ill will toward my mother as she did what was best for her. Who can argue with that? For my part, I could be a better person or a worse… life is a crapshoot afterall.
2. Do you prefer diet sodas or the real thing? I try to avoid soda as much as possible because it is the devils urine… er, or something. If I had to choose, I’d choose the real thing over the fake stuff. Call me traditional, but if I’m going to ingest something that can melt enamel, damn it, I think whether it is diet or not is really irrelevant, no?
3. What is your easter candy of choice? Bourbon. Oh, wait. What’s the question?
4. Were you (or are you) ever afraid of anything you KNOW logically is an irrational fear. (I was afraid of vampires until I was fifteen or so, as an example.) I am afraid of clowns. Swear. They scare the beans right out of me. It might be because my father took me to a mexican circus when I was younger and they looked a lot like the clowns from a movie called Killer Clowns from Outerspace. Clowns make an excellent B movie by the way, but are a horrible way to torture a kid on a saturday afternoon in my opinion. I might also hate clowns since my mother was color blind and as such, had a great deal of difficulty putting on makeup. Of course, I might just be projecting.
5. What would your dream house look like? A lot like the Playboy Mansion surprisingly enough.
Well, I hope that sheds a little light on the man behind the curtain. Comeback and see me real soon!
Hey there, just stopped over from ResPed’s.
Just wanted to let you know, no worries about the whole clown thing. My brothers and I were all terrified of the damn things. It all started cause our mother’s an artist, and painted a huge clown painting in lots of oranges, reds, and yellows, and decided the best thing to do with it was to hang it over our cribs as babies. My brother kicked and bit a clown when he was little and I used to run away form them screaming, all cause the painting freaked us out. Totally out of “It” or something.
Hey, congrats on your honorary whench…I mean redhead status! Wear it proudly.
Aversion to emotional displays?
no understanding of the female species?
Are you sure you are not English? Living off the coast of Cornwall?
This Maui things a scam isnt it.
You know, after reading a bit on your blog, the coincidences are eerie. If only you were shorter, less inclined to helping strangers, and had a little less hair, the word doppelganger might be bandied about.
diet soda is NOT the devil’s urine! it is the only decent-tasting calorie-free food 🙂
i’m assuming you hitchiked to either lahaina or kahului this afternoon to see your idol! i can’t wait for your review!
Clowns really disturb me too.
I was around 5 years old when the trauma started with me. The main cause was a horribly vivid dream in which Ronald McDonald himself was my babysitter. It seemed kind of weird but funny at first; then his clown face started melting off to reveal some f-d up monster underneath. Scared the bejesus out of me. It was all downhill from then on, everytime I’d see a clown painting the fear intensified. I stopped eating his burgers too, so I guess some good came of it after all.