Old About
A.K.A. twenty questions!
If you were a Marvel comic book, how would each issue start?
By day, he is a mild mannered web application developer, graphic designer and office rabble rouser, by night a charming and eloquent freelance application developer, graphic designer, photographer and musician. He doesn’t fight crime though.
He is……
Me!
You are insane.
That’s not a question, eighteen left.
“Lonely Fridge”… why?
why not? Because any eponymous domain name was taken, oddly enough, as I’m a bit late to this internet thing- who’d have thought it would catch on? I mean, tch, really. Anyway, lonelyfridge evokes a certain sad, existential je ne sais quoi, doesn’t it?
What?
You obviously need to listen to more emo music. And mope.
Don’t you like blues instead of ‘emo’, though?
sssssssh! You’ll make me lose my “indie cred”.
As if.
Besides a fellow can like all sorts of music, no need to get all *cough* emo about it. Hey, have you heard of The Generic Article Plural Nouns? …
I’m the one asking the questions.
A-ha! That’s not a ques-
You are a bit unbalanced, aren’t you?
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Aren’t you having a conversation with yourself, right now?
er-
Doesn’t that strike you as a bit weird?
I think this interview is over.
You are a wuss too, aren’t you? I’ve got eleven questions left, haven’t I?
No comment, and it’s nine now.
Is it true, you know, that stuff about pizzas?
Come again?
You know, how you eat pizza by chewing corners off until it’s gone or circular, at which point you just get confused?
Listen, I don’t get confused. But yes, I eat my pizza that way. It makes perfect sense; I don’t get pizza sauce on my face.
Nyah nyah nyah, I don’t get pizza sauce on my face, nyah nyah nyah
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Have you or someone you loved ever had the following symptoms?
- soar throat
- runny nose
- smelly feet
- trouble breathing
- hair loss
- death
- pregnancy
- or hiccups?
If so, you should ask your doctor about-
Listen, I, um, really have to run, I’ve got to go make some uh, toast. In my toaster. Which is over … there, in the uh kitchen. Bye!