Wolfdog asked: Have you had moments you were considering giving up iwd.com? If so, explain…
Of course, but mostly only in extremely moments of intense brattiness. It usually involves people who think that by reading iwilldare.com they’re keeping in touch with me. It makes me really mad, because it’s so one sided. They get to know all that’s going on with me, and I get nothing about them. It’s my biggest pet peeve.
Zook asked: What’s your favorite letter of the alphabet and why?
C. Because it’s so damn fun.
Minnekeith asked:In Faust, was Goethe for or against redemption?
I don’t know smartguy, why don’t you tell me.
Then Minnnekeith asked: Do you like Twislers or Red Vines better?
Twizzlers, for sure. Red Vines are just waxy flavorless tubes of nothingness. Blech.
Then Zook got all into the groove and asked: 1) Could you dance if you want to? Could you leave your friends behind? Even if they can’t dance would they still be no friend of yours?
Yes, yes, no.
2) Would you rather be with the Jason Lee of Mallrats or Almost Famous?
Mallrats, because in that role he’s closer to the essence of the skatepunk I fell in love with.
3) Is there anything you won’t write about?
I try not to write too much about work. I won’t mention the name of my employer. I’m unsure about writing about relationships — that can get pretty hinky. I remember the poor TTHM getting some nastygrams when I wrote so openly about him.
4) If Liz Phair asked you to make out with her, would you?
Hell yes. Yes. Oh God Yes! Yesss. Yesss. OHHHHHH YES!
5) Do you still answer questions with the number 5 in them?
Then Wolfdogg asked some more: How much would you sell your iwilldare.com domain for?
At least six figures. I really kind of love iwilldare.com more than I probably should.
What’s your favorite blog to read?
Would Ask MeFi count as a blog? Probably not.
My favorite blog would then be a tossup between Bookslut and Largehearted Boy. I love Dooce too (who doesn’t?) but I don’t really consider that a blog.
I have another question, but I have to ask you in private…