Here's your chance to ask me embarrassing questions

[pjthompson]

Q: What questions should I have on my FAQ?

A: Not the boring ones you've come up with yourself.

Q: Why not ask your friends?

A: Wow, you like to live dangerously.

Q: I guess I should call myself Danger Gal?

A: Or maybe not.

So, all right, friends, acquaintances, and drive-bys...I can't promise I'll answer everything with the utmost of truth, but I will answer questions to the best of my ability.

(This isn't really a meme. I really am writing a FAQ.)

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[marshallpayne1.livejournal.com]

You might know I do interviews around the internez, so perhaps I'm qualified to ask… Here's one of my fav fluff questions:

What was the craziest thing you ever did?

Spill, Pam. ;-)

[pjthompson]

Jumping into the mosh pit at a Dead Kennedys concert in the early 80s. I can't remember if it was during "Holiday in Cambodia" or "Kill the Poor," but I do remember that it was right after Jello Biafra announced to the audience, "Somebody out there can spit far."

[marshallpayne1.livejournal.com]

Since it was "right after" then the infamous person spitting unfortunately wasn't you. If "right before," you could exercise your bragging rights, eh? ;-)

[pjthompson]

I could have, worse luck.

[darkspires.livejournal.com]

What was the most wonderful moment of your life thus far and do you think it can ever be equaled or excelled?

[pjthompson]

I have to think that one over and get back to you tomorrow. I'm hitting the road...

[pjthompson]

It wasn't a moment, but a time period: when I was young and in love with R. Although we parted ways, he went back to where he came from and I didn't follow, it doesn't diminish my memories of that time.

As to whether it can ever be equaled or excelled? I don't know. I'm not dead yet, but you can only be young once. :-)

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

Please describe your Min-worship rituals for the day.

[pjthompson]

After I remove her from my chest or my legs so I can get out of bed (and shake my legs a bit to get the circulation back), it is time to retrieve her special kibble dish from the antique (but towel covered) hope chest where she eats, and the other dish with the cute little black kitty on it that resides beside it, and walk quickly (but reverently) into the kitchen. There I participate in the ceremony of the opening of the sacred can and spoon some of the holy contents onto the cute little kitty dish, then the ritual handfuls of crunchies into the most holy kibble dish. The entire time I am doing my part of the ritual, Min engages in chanting and singing and leg rubbing. We both return to the antique towel-covered hope chest where Min can partake of the sacred mysteries of consumption.

I repeat much the same ritual in the evenings. During the day I light candles and offer hosannahs of praise to her name and thanksgiving for the honor of serving her. In the evenings, I recline in the priestly chair so Min may partake of the sanctified ritual of laptime. Later, after the laptime, I make myself supine in the blessed bed so that Min may occupy her favored position on my chest, or legs, or on my side, or...well, really, any darn place she wants to lay because Min must have Her way.

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

Wow, that sounds really complicated. Thank you for sharing.

[pjthompson]

Min requires total obeisance and much sanctified care. It is my honor to serve her.

[hkneale.livejournal.com]

If you couldn't be a writer, what else would you be?

[pjthompson]

A convicted felon.

[stillnotbored.livejournal.com]

What's in those sealed files that earned you the label of Danger Gal? :)

[pjthompson]

Well, there was that spot of bother just after the war when it looked like Chiang Kai Shek might actually beat back the rebels led by Mao. He did have the alliance with the aliens from Zeta Reticuli, after all. They're such nasty bastards, though. The Zeta Reticulans, that is. (Although the Maoists weren't exactly milk maids.) The ZR's just couldn't be allowed such deep inroads into the governance of Good Ol' Planet Earth. Much worse than the Red Menace, I assure you.

The rest, I'm afraid, is still classified under penalty of death.

One sometimes has to choose between two less than optimal outcomes. That's the way it is works in the shadow government. The masses have no idea how hard it is working for the Trilateral Commission, or the sacrifices we have to make so they can continue in their illusions...But I digress.

[stillnotbored.livejournal.com]

::loffs::

[pjthompson]

:-)

[hollailama.livejournal.com]

What do you want for each of your next five birthdays?

[pjthompson]

For my next birthday, I would sincerely like to retrieve the key to the family safe deposit box from its secret location so I can retrieve my great-great-grandmother's diamonds, as well as the incriminating pictures she had taken of her gentlemen callers in order to persuade them to give her those diamonds. I imagine both would fetch a handsome price on E-Bay. Unfortunately, the key has been hidden somewhere inside a Nicholas Cage movie and the clues to finding it are all rather muddled.

For the birthday after that, I would like to release the Kraken. Definitely.

As to the third birthday from now, I would like to sell my ninth novel, the one that's sure to break into the New York Times Best Seller list.

The next birthday should be all about the simple pleasures of life: gallons of ice cream with whipped cream, cherries, and almonds—which, of course, disappears as soon as it is consumed, leaving me satisfied but with no weight gain or unfortunate change in my sugar levels.

And last, but certainly not least, for my fifth-next birthday I would like to know what really happened to the Lost Colony of Roanoke. I've been wondering ever since I was a kid what became of Virginia Dare and it's bugging me that I don't know. Although there is this, which puts us at least halfway there.

[kmkibble75.livejournal.com]

I suck at asking people questions. It's why I screw so many things up.

So, what are you awful at that you wish you could be good at?

[pjthompson]

The list is fairly extensive, but I'd say the thing I suck at that has the most pervasive effect is the meet-and-greet thing. I am far too bashful for my own good, and would really like to be able to engage in chit chat without feeling like I want to curl up hedgehog style and roll under a table.