Curiosity killed the fucking cat. Doing some goddamn memes brought it back.

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Or something to that fucking effect.

Little Peaches gave me some questions because some other fuckers were too pussy to do it.

1. Vhat are the most important lessons you've learned in life?

I believe I goddamn already posted this the other fucking day. Worth repeating though. If it's wet and sticky and not your own, don't touch it. There are some sub-lessons about proper glove handling procedures and inoculation on a regular basis for various blood-born pathogens and flesh-eating shit, but you want the short version, that's it.

2. Vhere is the furthest avay from home you hawe ewer been?

I get a little bit further from home every minute, Peaches.

3. Is there anything you hawe done vhich you regret?

There was this little rat-faced shit terrier that our neighbor had when I was growing up. I still regret not breaking that dog's fucking neck. I still have a scar from where that cunt-rag mutt bit me.

4. Vhat is the funniest joke you ewer heard?

I think it's a tie between:

Two baby seals walk into a club.

and

How do you make a dead baby float?

Two scoops of ice cream, milk, dead baby, blender.

5. Vhat has been the proudest moment of your life?

I'm a modest soul. You might could get me drunk enough to talk about it one day though. Feed some Romulan ale and then ask me about the time I almost got myself into some deep shit on the Romulan home world, okay?

Y'all want some goddamn questions, fucking say so, pussies.

Comments

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1. Well, now you can mark that fucking thing off your list. Glad to provide a unique goddamn experience.

2. Something goddamn unique and ghostly about most of the stuff in your hands series. Shadows highlight both the structure and the frailty of that structure even as it's strong. We don't fucking focus on hands the way some other shitting cultures do - yeah, I'm looking at the goddamn Vulcans and Romulans here - and that's a cocksucking shame because tactile interaction is a fundamental method of communication.

Full Body Project fucking succeeds on a variety of goddamn levels. I mean, it'd be too shit-stirring easy to make the re-visioning of famous photos with fat chicks into parody and body shaming. But you're pretty goddamn respectful of their bodies and that's pretty goddamn difficult to impart to a fucking viewer.

5. Like I said, you don't fucking know me. Or my goddamn circumstances.

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2. I concede the point; I was wrong. Who and whatever you may (or may not) be, you are extremely insightful and smart. (The hand series also has significant religious elements to it; but it would be silly and self-important to expect someone from this century to pick up on those.)

5. Explain to me, then - I'm listening. There seems to me to be a rather staggering dichotomy between your ability to recognize my respectful portrayal of those women as a good thing, and your (seeming) callous disregard for human life and suffering which you've expressed clearly in other comments. How do you reconcile this? And yes, circumstances count for a hell of a lot, I agree. Circumstances can cause people to do terrible things, things they later deeply regret. But there needs to be regret; there needs to be an appreciation of the responsibility each of us carries towards other sentient life. Abdicating any and all personal responsibility and blaming your actions on circumstances becomes, at a certain point, unacceptable. Moreover, it is cowardly.