I don’t remember how I found 2writehands, but I did. One of the first posts I read was something about leaving a comment and she would do an interview. I didn’t quite get it, but I guess after seeing the questions, it’s kind of like a personalized meme.

She posted two other sets of five questions, but they seemed to be more specific to the individual’s blog. I like this one for DCBirdblaster because it’s generic enough that anyone can answer.
1. What did you do for your Eagle Scout project?

You shouldn’t joke about Eagle Scout projects, but every Eagle Scout project I’ve heard about deals with dead people. The scout is cleaning up or restoring a cemetary or cleaning up or restoring a statue to somebody dead.

I can’t recall an Eagle Scout project that benefits living people. Like cleaning up an innercity park, or rebuilding a computer for a recreation center, or building an expressway.

2. How do you feel about potatoes?

poTAHtoes, tubers! ground apples! love ’em, raw, baked, fried, frenched, julienne, scalloped, red, white, canned, fermented, mashed, chips, diced, sliced, microwaved, hashed, twice baked, skins, boiled. Wow, I didn’t realize how versatile the ‘tater can be.

3. Describe your cubicle in 100 words.

It has a ceiling because I am very short. I feel intimidated when taller people are lording over me. I can’t control it in the outside world, but in my world, you sit down. It’s softly lighted, so that the primary illumination comes from my monitor. There is the sound of falling water softly in the background. Oh wait, I just described a cave, didn’t I. I want to work in a place like the movie Castaway, with an internet connection like Mrs. Sigbritt Löthberg’s screaming four bazillion terrabyte download speed. People can find me if they look real hard, but nobody ever will.

4. What was the last thing you killed. Did you eat it?

She-at, easy, and hell no.

5. You’re writing a letter to an old friend you haven’t seen in ages. Share the letter with us.

Dear Booger Bottom,

Heard you died. Did you?

Regards,

Smitty

PS: where’s my money?