Appetizer: What is a word that your family uses that would not be considered common?
My mother has a very strange synonym for “sick” that she once used frequently. “What’s the matter, you feeling punk? David won’t be in to school today, he’s feeling a little punk”. Meanwhile, my vice-principal was probably picturing me jumping around to an Exploited record or stabbing Nancy Spungen to death.
Soup: What theme of calendar do you have on your wall this year?
I have a cat & dog calendar, Twisted Whiskers, which features strange digitally altered photos… like a cat with a long neck and the caption “Hold your head high! That way, you can look down on everybody else.” Thanks, Mom.
Salad: Name 3 people you speak with on a daily basis.
My sister, Monster and my imaginary friend: Winkles the incontinent hermit crab.

Main Course: If you could put a new tattoo on someone you know – who would it be, what would the tattoo be of, and where would you put it on them?
It would be a bright bullseye on Carolyn Parrish’s forehead. I don’t know her personally, but I would like to see her brains blown all over a wall, personally. The worst thing about being Canadian is having to explain mindless, vindictive and looney-liberal comments like this to my American friends.
Dessert: What is the last beverage you drank out of a glass bottle?
“3 buck chuck” from Trader Joe’s. $36 for a case. Dangerous. And so delicious.




