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I've been tapped by the Socialist Swine for "The Dream Meme." So here goes:

1. If money were no object, what would you be doing with your life?

Honestly, I'd probably be devoting my time to opening as many animal shelters as I could. Also, I'd be raising funds for research into cultured meat.

2. Money is just that - an object, so why aren’t you doing it?

This is kind of a puzzling question - the first one asked what I would do if money were no object, and now it's telling me that money is an object, but the tone of the question seems to indicate that the above counterfactual is, in fact, true. So I'm confused.

3. What’s better: horses or cows?

This is a tough one, because they are both pretty cool. I'd have to give the edge to cows, though. Cows are one of only a handful of animals (along with cats) that have been seen as divine by various people, and it kind of makes sense in a way - doesn't a cow seem, like, totally at peace? Horses have a lot going for them, but I can't see anybody worshipping a horse.

4. What do you think the secret to happiness is?

Know thyself!

5. When was the last time you had a dream that you either remember well or did not want to awake from? Can you share a bit?

The last time I dreamed that someone I love who is deceased was still alive.

6. When you were a little kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I have vague memories of wanting to be a major league baseball player.

7. Complete this statement: Love is . . .

... an appreciation for others, and a desire to ease their suffering.

8. Can you tell a good story? (write one!)

"A young man in what is recognizably the fashion- and celebrity-obsessed New York is gradually, imperceptibly drawn into a shadowy looking-glass of that society and then finds himself trapped on the other side, in a much darker place where fame and terrorism and family and politics are inextricably linked and sometimes indistinguishable. At once implicated and horror-stricken, his ways of escape blocked at every turn, he ultimately discovers — back on the other, familiar side — that there was no mirror, no escape, no world but this one, in which hotels implode and planes fall from the sky."

(Plagiarism counts as writing a story, right?)

9. Can you remember your last daydream? What was it about?

I can't tell you but I know it's mine.

10. If you were to thank someone today, who would you thank?

I'd say thank you to everyone who reads this blog on a regular basis, for stopping by and listening to what I have to say.

Okay, I think I'm supposed to pass this on to three others. How about...

Cannot Be Trusted

Sweet Decline


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