Further Confusion... it's coming right for us!
Some of you may not be terribly familiar with me and are eager to know more before we meet in person at Further Confusion 2010. Here are some helpful answers to some helpful questions!
What is your badge name?
Electric Keet, but you'll likely see the one that says "Eekay" first because that one has a pretty snoqiti on.
Are you hosting any panels?
Yes. "Giving Cookies to Qitis". It'll be in my hotel room and it'll run from Thursday evening to Monday morning.
Where are you staying?
In a hotel room, as previously mentioned. Keep up with me here, okay?
Who will you be with?
Crazy people. Crazy, do you hear me? They think they're animals!
Do you do trades?
Sure. Um... I think I have a couple granola bars here, maybe some homemade beef jerky... and I can whistle pretty good! Trade you a tune for a cookie, eh?
What is your gender?
Philosphers have asked this since time immemorial.
How old are you?
Technically, my age is negative because I'm really from the future.
Can I touch you?
Wow, man.... My hands can touch anything bot themselves.... *waves hands around randomly*
Can I talk to you?
All you wish. In fact, with the small donation of some cookies, I may deign to respond.
Can I buy you lots of drinks?
Absolutely! I love trying new wheat or red ale microbrews, and I'm a sucker for whiskey sours. (Note: Neither does this guarantee that I will speak to you, though it's a positive step.)
Can I give you lots of money?
I'm trying to imagine the defect in a person that might make one say "no" to this.
Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Unclean! UNCLEAN! Back, agent of filthy filth! Wait, do you have cookies?
How tall are you?
a) three apples
b) 5'15"
c) a million ladies
d) 190cm
e) Other (please specify:)
Are you nice?
I'm the goddamned Electric Keet. I'm not just nice... I'm the best.
Are you cliquey?
Yes. Nobody gets to hang with me but me, except with my permission. And you - whoever you are, I don't care how famous or adoring of me - don't have it. Nyaaaah!
Can I stalk you?
Yes, but expect to be occasionally savaged for fresh meat. I have needs.
How long are you going?
Oh, about 190cm- damn, did I give away a previous answer?
Do you have an artist table?
Oh, crap! I left it at home.
Do you like parties?
The ones I can grab a handful of cookies from and then disappear out of, yes.
If I see you, how should I get your attention?
The best method is to sound exactly like the alarm on my cell phone. For those of you without pitch-perfect polyphony, the second-best method is to shout very loudly, "Hey! Keet! Over here! Yes, I'm trying to get the attention of that sexy sexy snow-leopardess, Electric Keet! Yoo-hoo!" but it has to be just like that, verbatim, and at top volume, preferably when I'm not actually there to hear it.
What is your badge name?
Electric Keet, but you'll likely see the one that says "Eekay" first because that one has a pretty snoqiti on.
Are you hosting any panels?
Yes. "Giving Cookies to Qitis". It'll be in my hotel room and it'll run from Thursday evening to Monday morning.
Where are you staying?
In a hotel room, as previously mentioned. Keep up with me here, okay?
Who will you be with?
Crazy people. Crazy, do you hear me? They think they're animals!
Do you do trades?
Sure. Um... I think I have a couple granola bars here, maybe some homemade beef jerky... and I can whistle pretty good! Trade you a tune for a cookie, eh?
What is your gender?
Philosphers have asked this since time immemorial.
How old are you?
Technically, my age is negative because I'm really from the future.
Can I touch you?
Wow, man.... My hands can touch anything bot themselves.... *waves hands around randomly*
Can I talk to you?
All you wish. In fact, with the small donation of some cookies, I may deign to respond.
Can I buy you lots of drinks?
Absolutely! I love trying new wheat or red ale microbrews, and I'm a sucker for whiskey sours. (Note: Neither does this guarantee that I will speak to you, though it's a positive step.)
Can I give you lots of money?
I'm trying to imagine the defect in a person that might make one say "no" to this.
Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Unclean! UNCLEAN! Back, agent of filthy filth! Wait, do you have cookies?
How tall are you?
a) three apples
b) 5'15"
c) a million ladies
d) 190cm
e) Other (please specify:)
Are you nice?
I'm the goddamned Electric Keet. I'm not just nice... I'm the best.
Are you cliquey?
Yes. Nobody gets to hang with me but me, except with my permission. And you - whoever you are, I don't care how famous or adoring of me - don't have it. Nyaaaah!
Can I stalk you?
Yes, but expect to be occasionally savaged for fresh meat. I have needs.
How long are you going?
Oh, about 190cm- damn, did I give away a previous answer?
Do you have an artist table?
Oh, crap! I left it at home.
Do you like parties?
The ones I can grab a handful of cookies from and then disappear out of, yes.
If I see you, how should I get your attention?
The best method is to sound exactly like the alarm on my cell phone. For those of you without pitch-perfect polyphony, the second-best method is to shout very loudly, "Hey! Keet! Over here! Yes, I'm trying to get the attention of that sexy sexy snow-leopardess, Electric Keet! Yoo-hoo!" but it has to be just like that, verbatim, and at top volume, preferably when I'm not actually there to hear it.