So I couldn't pass on a direct challenge from Todd to finish the previous post, James Lipton edition. Todd, this means you're on. I fear Blogger will eat my post. It has eaten every comment reponse I've attempted in the past week, like shark-infested waters around Thriller Island. And oh, my comments to your comments were the well-thought-out, inspired kind of retorts. Mostly, I'll just say thanks for the comments and keep them coming.
Before I go all Inside-the-Actor's-Studio on you, I could give you a half dozen reasons why I can't seem to get more than one post up a week during this crazy month, but I'd rather share some amazing news. Through creative budgeting, I will not be working in the classroom next year. What will I fill my days with, you ask? Why, sitting around in my pajama bottoms writing fiction. I'm pretty sure if there's a heaven on earth, that just might be it. Okay, add a plate of dark chocolate and that would be it. Oh, and a cabana boy to rub my stiff neck. That would really be it. I'm done now. Seriously. Fasten your seat belts. This is the year the Vortex hits hyperspeed.
Now, for James Lipton, the Parisan pimp.
What is your favorite word? antidisestablishmentarianism. Oh, and bestseller.
What is your least favorite word? rejection
What turns you on (creatively, spiritually or emotionally)? time alone
What turns you off? negativity
What sound or noise do you love? snow falling
What sound or noise do you hate? the Cartman ringtone I've assigned a certain individual
What is your favorite curse word? to write: son-of-a-bitch to say: shit
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? professional organizer
What profession would you not like to do? exterminator
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
"I couldn't have written a better life story, myself."