1) You know film. Film knows you. You're old friends. What does it do that makes you think "that's why we're still together, film and me" ? What does film do that puzzles you?
Film is elitist yet by its very nature its cost and difficulty almost demand greatness. The necessity for collaboration CAN bring out brilliance but often times falls short regardless of the egos involved. Video on the other hand by its nature is empowering yet its inexpensive nature CAN bring out the worst in uncle Harry's shaky camera work. Both have there place but when you treat them as tools and don't get to full of yourself on a large film budget or go so poor quality as to be un-watchable on a small budget the story and the well composed imagery will be whats seen not the media.
And thats when all your hard work becomes worth it
If you went to school for this kind of thing the famous quote "The medium is the message" might get bandied about, about this time. To which I would say sod off you toffy-nosed twit, because you can't argue with python. (unless of course you go to the right room)
As for how Film puzzles me I never did fully understand the photochemical process. I know proper exposures for raw stock and that it uses quite stinky and caustic chemicals for development.
2) You know blueerica. blueerica knows you. You're old... friends. What does she do that makes you think "that's why we're still together, blueerica and me" ? What does blueerica do that puzzles you?
I am sure that she loves me. Unquestionably more than I presently love myself and often times more than I am able to return to her for which I am grateful each day.
As for what puzzles me that she does, she is usually not present. I find a hair tie somewhere truly weird and thinking what the hell. I have a clutter problem but she's in denial about her random droppage problem.
3) You've trained as an EMS. Saved anybody's life yet? Come across anything interesting?
Yes Trained and certified but not presently engaged by any EMS agency at the moment. So not much on the BLS front. I did give the Heimlich Maneuver to my grandfather once bruised a rib but he had full airway blockage. (probably saved his life even though at the time I felt very bad for the bruising it also caused)
4) What, or who, was your biggest influence-- in day-to-day living? Artistically? In taste?
The answer to all three Hugh Hefner's gardner.
5) You're such a chill, funny guy. Not the kind of fellow I'd assume would have a conservative sensibility, if I was lumping conservatives together. Which I'm not. We're all beautiful snowflakes. What else about you would you suspect people wouldn't suspect?
I think that if you understand human nature you can't help but see that true compassion cannot be forced, the innocence of children must be protected and that there are some ideals which are worth fighting for.
Oh and my biggest reason is that I fully understand that socialist policies create and maintain the by far most cowardly and corrupt vial and loathsome bureaucrats. Those who are so noble you supposedly don't have to watch out for them following their own self-interests. You have to watch them far closer than a straight-forward capitalist or watered-down puritan. These charlatans, working on behalf of the masses, and of course, THEY KNOW BEST, what's good for the perpetual victim class du jour, and if you don't like it then they have no qualms about bringing down the full force and power of what ever government they have put their foul succubus mouth on.
Not that I would lump them all together
6) Pretend you are hosting a dinner party. What would the meal be like? What would you prepare? How would you present it? Who'd be there?
I would put on a children's sleep-over birthday party (clown-themed, of course.) Food would be a massive short-order style breakfast. (most satisfyingly fun to cook and have enjoy) The guest of honor would be Michael Jackson, only catch is the other guests would be 50 plus hardcore S&M females with a penchant for frail white women. (And consider this dismaying observation my buffet has no windows and no doors which offers you this chilling challenge to hold the video camera still while laughing and keeping the chaffing dish full of bacon as that one biker chick could quite possibly eat her own weight in breakfast goodness at the same time doing fairly disturbing and intrusive acts of battery on the guest of dishonor.)
Bonus: A monkey flinging poo at the zoo is funny.
This is far funnier.