Yes, but what can we do?

Oct 27, 2005 22:25

1. Answer the questions posed to you by random friend.
2. Post the answers in your lj.
3. Remember to post these instructions as well so people know what to do if they ask you for an interview.

Interviewed by barnesy

1. Why do human beings feel it necessary to put their faith in a god?
I think it's probably because humans like to believe there's something bigger than themselves. It's kinda like we enjoy our inferiority complex, because we don't know quite what we'd do if we realised we were the biggest things in our own lives. We are stuck putting the blame on a god because we cant admit we are entirely responsible for our own consequences. It's too much for some of us to handle.

2. Why is CSI so cool?
It has this appeal to me because I enjoy puzzles. It's like figuring out the picture using the four corner pieces. I take great pride in having been able to beat them to the solution on a number of cases. And you must admit that they look so damn cool walking around in their overpriced sunglasses.

3. What state are you in when you write your poetry?
I've been told (by someone who was slightly annoyed) that I am a lazy writer. In some ways, I guess it's true. I admit I write most when I've got a deadline coming up, or a performance or whatever. But a lot of the time, it just strikes me. It's not about being in a state, but I find most often that poetry finds me when I'm thinking about something in a creative way. Just thinking about something in a different way creates a sentence which makes a stanza which builds a poem.

4. Do you ever feel that life would be easier as a female?
I think the only thing that females have over males is that they fall in love (usually) with the gender that's probably easier to understand. I think I've got that one sorted, though. They've got a lot of it harder than we do.

5. How fucken awesome am I?
So fucken awesome, Andrew. I mean, there's awesome, and there's awesome, and you're so the latter.
I mean, like, totally and stuff.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five postcards, I think. So far, anyway. Room for plenty more to do.
Keep making requests, because it gives me a reason to inform you of the petty and stupidly trivial details of my life.
I have to cut somebody from my play. God damn it.
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