Here’s the trick: Chelsea Girl agreed to “interview” me, ask me some questions. I answer them, and then open the floor – tell me if you want me to “interview” you. Yes, I’m abusing the quotation marks because this is kinda a non-interview, we don’t go back and forth the questions are just kinda out there.
So, here are my five questions from Chelsea Girl”
- What kind of bear? I mean, real or cartoon? And why?
When all this bloggity fun started, I was trying to be anonymous. Kinda. And somehow the image of Winnie the Pooh jumped into my head. I don’t ask questions, I just follow my instincts. So I picked it. Not much of a “bear” theme, is it?
Oh, also? The initials S.O.B.
- Do you believe in the inalienable right to bear arms? Why or why not?
I can’t help but laugh at the image of bears without arms, so yeah, I’m all for it.- What about the right to arm bears?
Now I think only happy bears should bear arms. And happy bears come from California. Or is that cows? (that should be armed?) I’m confused now.
- How about the right to bare arms?
Oh, definitely. I’m all for it. But — (you knew there would be a catch) — I suggest sunscreen. Nowadays you can’t be too careful.
- And what makes you want to date me, if you weren’t married and didn’t live otherwhere?
That’s the thing. I’ve been married for almost half of my life, and together with my honey (another kind of bear) for over half of my life. I honestly have no idea what it’s like to date anyone anymore, it has been so long. However, should the unthinkable happen (whereupon she wakes up and goes “WTF? I’m outta here!”) then I may find myself dating again, and that’s pretty scary. So I thought anyone who could write a page or two about their waxer has the obvious sense of humor it would take to actually like go to dinner with me or something. It takes a certain kinda crazy to appreciate my kinda crazy, so I think it would be fun.
There, did I get ’em all?