It's the Arts
uptightfish gave me this silly series of intriguing questions to answer. Here is how the interview goes:
1. What does "Jeg Elsker Deg" mean and is it Norwegian or what?
It is Norwegian! And it means "I Love You." The rest of my name (if you want to know) comes from the British actors' union efforts to get Peter Cook to change his stage name. Thus, he suggested "Sting Thundercock." Needless to say, they left him alone after that.
2. Have you ever seen a ghost?
You might as well ask me if I've seen an eight-legged Arctic bearded elephant smoking a hookah through his navel, ushered onto a UFO by a leprechaun riding a saddled purple unicorn. In other words, NO I have never seen a ghost! But due to my melanin-deficient skin tone, I am often mistaken for one. If you'll excuse me now, I'll be standing on the shores of Loch Ness, dancing a highland jig with the easter bunny and an unruly herd of hirsute tooth fairies.
3. If I could grant you three wishes, what would they be?
Hmmmm. Tough one. But here goes:
1. Give me the ability to play guitar like a fusion of Eric Clapton, Albert Collins, Buddy Guy, and Robert Johnson. With a little of myself thrown in.
2. Give me the chance to work on a project helmed by John Cleese where I get to co-write and co-star.
3. Exchange this warped schnozz of mine for a cute perky one, à la Nicole Kidman or Halle Berry.
4. Oh I'm sorry, is this a five minute argument, or the full half hour?
I've told you once.
5. Why is it that nobody remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern-schplenden-schlitter-crasscrenbon-fried-digger-dingle-dangle-dongle-dungle-burstein-von-knacker-thrasher-apple-banger-horowitz-ticolensic-grander-knotty-spelltinkle-grandlich-grumblemeyer-spelterwasser-kurstlich-himbleeisen-bahnwagen-gutenabend-bitte-ein-nurnburger-bratwustle-gernspurten-mitz-weimache-luber-hundsfut-gumberaber-shonedanker-kalbsfleisch-mittler-aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm?
Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, Liszt, Brahms, Panties....I'm sorry. What was the question again?
Now I'm supposed to ask everyone if they would like to be interviewed by me with 5 questions of my choice. But I have to be a party-pooper because I'm about to go out of town and won't be around to devise queries. But I will do it when I get back!
1. What does "Jeg Elsker Deg" mean and is it Norwegian or what?
It is Norwegian! And it means "I Love You." The rest of my name (if you want to know) comes from the British actors' union efforts to get Peter Cook to change his stage name. Thus, he suggested "Sting Thundercock." Needless to say, they left him alone after that.
2. Have you ever seen a ghost?
You might as well ask me if I've seen an eight-legged Arctic bearded elephant smoking a hookah through his navel, ushered onto a UFO by a leprechaun riding a saddled purple unicorn. In other words, NO I have never seen a ghost! But due to my melanin-deficient skin tone, I am often mistaken for one. If you'll excuse me now, I'll be standing on the shores of Loch Ness, dancing a highland jig with the easter bunny and an unruly herd of hirsute tooth fairies.
3. If I could grant you three wishes, what would they be?
Hmmmm. Tough one. But here goes:
1. Give me the ability to play guitar like a fusion of Eric Clapton, Albert Collins, Buddy Guy, and Robert Johnson. With a little of myself thrown in.
2. Give me the chance to work on a project helmed by John Cleese where I get to co-write and co-star.
3. Exchange this warped schnozz of mine for a cute perky one, à la Nicole Kidman or Halle Berry.
4. Oh I'm sorry, is this a five minute argument, or the full half hour?
I've told you once.
5. Why is it that nobody remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern-schplenden-schlitter-crasscrenbon-fried-digger-dingle-dangle-dongle-dungle-burstein-von-knacker-thrasher-apple-banger-horowitz-ticolensic-grander-knotty-spelltinkle-grandlich-grumblemeyer-spelterwasser-kurstlich-himbleeisen-bahnwagen-gutenabend-bitte-ein-nurnburger-bratwustle-gernspurten-mitz-weimache-luber-hundsfut-gumberaber-shonedanker-kalbsfleisch-mittler-aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm?
Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, Liszt, Brahms, Panties....I'm sorry. What was the question again?
Now I'm supposed to ask everyone if they would like to be interviewed by me with 5 questions of my choice. But I have to be a party-pooper because I'm about to go out of town and won't be around to devise queries. But I will do it when I get back!