Answering Questions with PT: Twenty-Seven
Orange: If you were to write a book, what would it be about?
Yesterday I started reading GURU: My Days With Del Close by Jeff Griggs. It’s the third time I’ve read it and every time it makes me smile and makes me sad. To have only met Del, to have taken a class from him. I remember someone saying once, perhaps it was from during a DCM, or perhaps it was from a DSIF where Jeff himself was there to answer questions about his book. My memory is fucked, maybe it was from the book?! Anyways, the line I remember was this, “A lot of people wonder what it would be like to be taught by, or to have known Del. The only answer is, sorry. You didn’t, you won’t. Not ever.” Maybe that’s from the book. Shits, I should stop drinking when I answer these things.
Anyways, to answer the Q, I would write a book about my experience with improv, DSI and all. A no holds account of my experiences, the people I’ve met and everything. Scary thought eh?
Purple: What three food items would combine to make the most disgusting concoction ever?
Nutella + Mayo + Steak.
Blue: What is your favorite time of the day?
Fuck this time of the year! It’s dark by 5pm! Really?! Are you for cereal?! I cannot wait for the spring to kick in. Come on, even when you sleep in on the weekends, lets say til 1 or 2pm, the GD day ends in 3 hours! That’s exciting. Give me the night time in the night time, at 9pm. Don’t give me the night in the afternoon which is at 5pm which isn’t even tech the EVENING!
Yellow: What is the strangest thing that ever happened to your body?
About thirteen years ago, when I was still a child, I started to bake the traditional pumpkin pie every Thanksgiving. I was small, but my parents made me mix the ingredients and all and trusted me. Trusted me until the point of actually taking the pie out of the oven when it was cooked. My Dad insisted he take it out. I told him I could, no problem, but he refused to let me handle something so hot. So there I was, standing next to the oven, BARE FOOT in the kitchen (Hey, I was a kid). So I watched my Father of many years taking out the pie, and then, BOOM! He dropped the one pound 350 degree got dessert on my FOOT! I screamed and oh how I cursed the gods! Zeus!
That whole night I sat on the couch with my foot in a bowl of iced water. I didn’t sleep at all that night, the pain was too much. I don’t have a scar which is odd, because to this day I can still feel the pain. Since that time, I always make the pie, my Dad stays out of the kitchen.
BOOM!
