My Fifteen Minutes, Blown

As promised, here are my answers to Jazz's five interview questions:

1. If you came into money, say a million dollars, would you still blog?

Hell yeah! I'd probably do nothing but. Oh alright, I'd do some traveling, and might even be offline for a week or two while I explore a remote island, but I'd always come back to my blog, write stories, and upload digital pictures.

2. I've noticed your penchance for Robbie Williams *g*. If you could ask him one question, what would it be?
Yeah, I like that boy. The more I listen to this songs, the better I like them. I like his cockiness, and how he makes fun of how full of himself he is (like in "World's Most Handsome Man", for example). I really like his voice, and the lyrics he writes, and the arrangements of his songs too. Oh yeah, and he's pretty easy on the eyes too.
But what would I ask him? That was the hardest question to answer. I thought about this for quite a while.
"Will you marry me?" Nawww, he wouldn't go for that. (If he did, I'd be really worried.) "Will you dedicate a song to me?" "Can I travel with your entourage for a year?" "Can I buy you a drink?" None of it sounded right. If I really did get to meet him and ask a question, it'd probably be something stupid like "Are you REALLY Robbie Williams?", and it'd probably come out like "Aaa.... gahhh ... gulp."
I don't think I really have a question for him. I'd like to tell him something:
"Thank you for making music. I'll let you entertain me any day."

3. Do you still have those strawberry pajamas, the ones you wore at the end of the 2001 Blogathon?
Oh yeah! I still love them. They're in the laundry right now; I'll post a new picture of me wearing them in a couple of days.

4. If you were ony allowed one photograph by order of the powers that be. Who would it feature. It has to be a photograph already in your possesion.
This one was surprisingly easy. Soon as I read the question, a vision of one of my favorite photographs popped into my head, and wouldn't be dislodged. I'll see if I can find it (I'm not sure if I have it here, or if it's in storage in Germany); if I do, I'll post it along with the jammies picture. Meanwhile, let me describe it for you:
It's a photo of Pablo Picasso, taken in Paris in the 1930s or so. That makes him, what, in his early Forties? He is sitting behind a table, wearing a rumpled trenchcoat, with his chin in his hand, looking right at the camera, as if to say "What are you worrying about? Relax, it'll be okay."
I've had that postcard at my desk for years, and it always helped if I was getting anxious, worried, pissed off, or frenzied.

5. You're visiting the pyramids. You wander off the beaten track and come across an artifact in the sand. It looks like a genuine piece of Egyptian history. What would you do?

I would look at it, trying to figure out what it was. Then I'd bring out my trusted digital camera and take lots of pictures. Then I'd try to find someone who might know more about it - and who would make sure the artifact either stayed right where it was, or went to a museum right in Egypt where everybody could take a look at their local history. I wouldn't try to keep it for myself, or try to smuggle it out of the country, if that's what you were wondering.

Oh, I forgot to post the rules of the interview game, because it doesn't stop here. Here they are:

Official Rules
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment saying "interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Comments

[Jazz]

Ooooo looking forward to the photos.
Of course I was wondering if you'd keep the artifact. Hehe. But I didn't think my Elke would do that. It's just damned hard thinking up questions *g*

[rich]

Follow up to quesstion 1) What you do you if you had to stop blogging? (Maybe wrongfully convited of a crime)

I would also like to be interviewed.

[Elkit]

Rich - thanks for suggesting I would be *wrongfully* convicted. Clearly, I have been hiding the bottomless black depths of my criminal mind well from my friends. Ha!

What would I do if I had to stop blogging? I think I would probably go back to reading books (for input) and talking to people (for output). And I would keep blogging in my head. Which leads me to the first of my five questions for you:

1. Do you "pre-blog" in your head during the day, and write it down as you're online, or do you sit down at your computer, and blog what comes to your mind then? Or do you employ yet another method?

2. If you ran for governor in the recall race, what would your "platform" be?

3. Three channels with endless supplies forevermore, and you can pick only one:
- all the music you could possibly want to hear
- all the movies you could possibly want to see
- all the books you could possibly want to read

4. 24 ... naaah, make it 48 hours of blackout in all of California. What do you do? What do you miss terribly?

5. If you could commit a crime and get away with it, what illegal thing would you do?

[Joel]

Interview me!

(That's you in the picture? You look like you are having a very happy vision. The Virgin Mary or someone else?)

[Elkit]

Joel! How excellent! I'll question you tomorrow.

Yes, that's me in the picture. Whatever vision I had was brought forth by the company of friends, tasty Italian food, and several glasses of wine.

[Ealasaid]

interview me! :) Please?

And dood, I totally know what you mean about talking to somebody famous and it coming out all "gah... um... gargle?" happened to me when I met James Cromwell: http://www.ealasaid.com/fan/auto-cromwell.html

[Elkit]

Of course I'll interview you, Ealasaid! I'll try not to turn it into the Chris Farley Show: "Remember ... remember when ... remember when you were in the Beatles?"
Paul McCa: "Yes. ...."
Chris Farley, tearing at his hair: "Awwww! That was so ... stupid!"

I saw "The Invention of Love" too, and it's still one of my greatest theatre memories, from the moment he said: "I'm dead then. Good."
Remembering him seeing his young love, reaching out his hand, and saying; "I would have died for you - but I wasn't that lucky." still knots up my throat.

Anyway. Joel's questions first, then yours. Give me a few minutes.

[Shaun]

I loved reading your answers.
I'd like to play! Interview me!