Blogger Interviews: Gunfighter

No, I didn't interview myself (again).  This time I was interviewed by Aunt Becky, who is super cool, and VERY funny. 

Here is the interview... read it, and then go visit Becky'sblog.  I'm betting that you will become a regular.

 

For Neil’s Great Blog Interview Project, I Interviewed Gunfighter who is pretty full of the Awesome, so you should check him out. And I’m not just saying that so he doesn’t kill me. He rules.

Katie Couric better watch out because I had WAY too much fun with this interview.

1) Sprinkles on ice cream or not? Or do you call them jimmies? Some people call them jimmies and I don’t understand it, but I think it’s a colloquialism like “soda” and “pop.”

Ha!  I was just talking about this a week or so ago.  For me, you only have sprinkles on soft-serve ice cream… and then only when you get it from the “Mr. Softee” ice cream truck that would come through our neighborhood in the summer.  As for what you call them, I always called them jimmies.  I understand that it is a fairly common thing in the northeast (I was raised in northern New Jersey.  Go Yankees!).

2) Are you going to kill me if I mess up this interview? I’m screwed, aren’t I? (don’t shoot me, please, I have delicate skin)

Shoot you?  Naaaah, I probably wouldn’t shoot you… you seem like a nice enough person… and you make me laugh, which goes a long way.  Not that you need to worry, or anything… because you are doing fine… so far.

3) If you could choose one single song for them to do on Glee to die a happy person, what would it be?

You know, my wife and I were listening to the Glee soundtrack when I got your email with these questions… we agreed that it would really be beyond cool (and I mean cool in the sense of Miles Davis, and Lou Rawls) if the cast of Glee performed Mel Torme’s iconic hit “Coming Home Baby”. If they were to do that, I would be a really happy man… that song or the them from “Underdog”

4) What annoys you most about blogging? Everyone has some pet peeve. As for me, I can’t stand it when people abbreviate people into initials because my brain is too small to handle and retain such information for long enough to make it through a post.

You mean bloggers can be annoying?  Never!  Well, ok, since we are new pals and all… I’ll just say this about that:  Sometimes bloggers are just a little too sanctimonious… and that probably means me, too.

5) You’re sent to live on a desert island with an iPod filled with the collective works of only 5 musical artists (let’s assume somehow you have unlimited power for said iPod). Who are they?

Mel Torme  (don’t laugh.  Mel Torme was as cool as they get)

Michael Jackson  (Dude was weird, but name a really talented person who isn’t/wasn’t)

David Phelps  (Look him up, he’s awesome)

Frank Sinatra  (Frank doesn’t need any commentary)

Tuck Andress & Patti Cathcart  (An incredible Jazz duo)

6) What’s the song that plays in your head every time you walk into a room? Like when you make an entrance, I mean. Not just like when you walk unnoticed into a room.

Oh, you mean personal theme songs?  I have several, and they vary depending on what I am walking in the room to do.  When I am walking into a classroom to teach, the song is “The Imperial March” from Star Wars (also known as “Darth Vader’s Theme”), The other, when I am on an operational assignment is the Main Title theme from “Superman“.  Often, in my everyday life, my theme song is that favorite hymn of mine:  “A Mighty Fortress is Our God” … there isn’t a much better song for a warrior.

7) If I came over to your house to eat dinner, what would you make me? Because you seem to be a good cook and I sometimes can’t be bothered to order takeout because I am JUST that kind of lazy and maybe I am kind of hungry right now.

I would probably roast a chicken with vegetables.  Oh, and I do a chicken right, my friend.  Mind you, it’s a rich dish, and ought to be shared with good friends and an ample supply of wine.  To die for, trust me.

Now that I have read your archives, I have realized that my brother would salivate at the bit to be your best friend, (which I will lord over him as punishment for years of torture when we were kids) which means I need to be your best friend. Can I be your best friend?

Interesting… why would he want to be my best friend?  Is it because of my tattoos, or because I have a rockin’ family?, or is it because I spend my day playing with guns?  Maybe it’s because chicks dig me.  Well, whatever it is, I am all about revenge on older brothers for childhood torture, so ok, we can be best friends.  Do you hear that, Becky’s brother?  She and I are BFF’s now, so don’t **** with her ever again!

So you should check him out because seriously, he’s awesome.

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And in the interest of full disclosure, I am going to tell you that my brother, Uncle Aunt Becky, would want to be BFF with Gunfighter because he would love Gunfighter’s job. Also, now I am going to visit Gunfighter so he can teach me how to shoot a gun. (but he doesn’t know that yet. He better get that chicken cooking. HA.).

 

OK folks... go visit Becky, there's a good chap.