<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:44:04.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAMES CHEETHAM'S UNCONVENTIONAL INTERVIEWS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-9013818563946741496</id><published>2011-06-15T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:03:26.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie Madison -  Actress &amp; Owner of Maddy G Productions, LCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mxs4EGfu1AA/TfjJ_qJwZuI/AAAAAAAAFBY/x33R7DMETUA/s1600/Marie-Madison.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mxs4EGfu1AA/TfjJ_qJwZuI/AAAAAAAAFBY/x33R7DMETUA/s320/Marie-Madison.jpg" t8="true" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Marie Madison&amp;nbsp;started her career&amp;nbsp;in 2001 when she was asked by a small amateur internet site to&amp;nbsp;perform in a&amp;nbsp;movie for them. It was a small Interview / POV project. Marie had always wanted to try an amateur film,&amp;nbsp;and finally decided&amp;nbsp;'what the heck'. It turned out to be a fantastic experience and she had a great time. Her feeling was that she wanted to do more films, but also&amp;nbsp;realized she&amp;nbsp;preferred to be&amp;nbsp;on the creative side of films as well. With some business savvy she&amp;nbsp;made a decision&amp;nbsp;to own her own properties,&amp;nbsp;and got together with some&amp;nbsp;friends. Together, they began making&amp;nbsp;POV movies&amp;nbsp;of their own. After&amp;nbsp;a year, that original internet company Marie made her very first movie with&amp;nbsp;went bankrupt and sold her back the masters to that&amp;nbsp;initial film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;She&amp;nbsp;is now&amp;nbsp;the proud owner of Maddy G Productions, LLC entertaining her fans worldwide. With&amp;nbsp;a collection of fetish, hardcore and mainstream movies under her belt, Marie&amp;nbsp;is moving forward to produce more features and television for Maddy G Tv. Maddy G Tv is her recent endeavor to showcase her movies and various&amp;nbsp;television series' like “Inside Marie’s Play Place” and “Regarding Jenny”&amp;nbsp;for her fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Marie&amp;nbsp;has also&amp;nbsp;welcomed other independent film makers and musicians to showcase their feature films or concert performances as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Marie brings a different and unique take to the indie/amateur world. She has refused to&amp;nbsp;follow the trends many&amp;nbsp;of the Hollywood studios have and chooses to&amp;nbsp;deal directly with her fans.&amp;nbsp;Taking an interest in the&amp;nbsp;feedback provided by them, she has progressed, finding her true calling in the film making world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1). Tell us about the scariest nightmare you've ever had.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s a tough one. Considering reality is scarier than anything I could ever dream. My dreams are very vivid. I often dream in 3rd person, so I’ve seen myself go through some horrific things. Plus, my mind tends to dream about whatever is on my mind or what I have seen on television.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;2). Have you ever had a paranormal experience? Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes I have. Several time through out my life. The earliest one I had was when I was 14. My most recent one was while on location of Mark Audess’s show “Things That Go Bump In The Night”. This was about a team of paranormal investigators, who were investigating “Union Station” in Erie Pa to see if there were really spirits there. I’m pretty sure there was quite a few spirits there.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;3). If you could have dinner with one living (or deceased) celebrity whether it be an actor, musician, etc...who would that person be? What would you have as the main course? What would you talk about over drinks afterward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Bill Hicks. He was a comedian, for those of you who don’t recognize the name. He was very passionate about comedy, and his acts often had a point to make. Whether it was political, drug related or how he felt about musicians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc;"&gt;I believe Bill was a big fan of steak and potatoes. So, I’ll go with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc;"&gt;I think after dinner conversation would be me picking Bill’s brain on what he thinks about the progress we have or have not made since his death in 1994.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4). What is your worst fear at this very moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same fear I always have, losing a child...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5). Name 5 albums you would have to have to remain sane if you were to spent the rest of your life isolated in a cabin deep in the mountains?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Butch Walker’s “Sycamore Meadows”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bon Jovi’s “Slippery When Wet”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gin Blossoms “Major Lodge Victory”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Del Amitri’s “Hatfull of Rain”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if there’s room, the soundtrack from “Virgin Pockets”, because there was so many great local bands on it. It was a 2 Disc set, so I don’t know if that counts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6). Tell us about one of the happiest moments of your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f4cccc;"&gt;These are too numerous to name. I wouldn’t leave any of it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7). What is your favorite song from the seventies and what special memory does it serve?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 70's might be a little early for me. My first real memory of music was Devo’s “Whip It”, because I had an uncle that would play it over and over on his new 'Hi-Fi Set’ while dressed up in that crazy hat from the video. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;8). You have 24 hours to live, how will you spend them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NClKEQmYpbA/TfjEd_q-d5I/AAAAAAAAFBU/PTtoJD44vJc/s1600/18043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NClKEQmYpbA/TfjEd_q-d5I/AAAAAAAAFBU/PTtoJD44vJc/s1600/18043.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cking!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zj0lcQDDOIw/TfjLRGSiQeI/AAAAAAAAFBc/Pj6ggsAs7MY/s1600/150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zj0lcQDDOIw/TfjLRGSiQeI/AAAAAAAAFBc/Pj6ggsAs7MY/s320/150.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9). Tell us how 10 year old Marie Madison might have spent a summer afternoon? What were you watching on TV those days? What did you have for lunch?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;With only one television in the house back then, I remember the shows my parents watched. “Hee-Haw”, “Mr. Ed”, “Honeymooners”. I remember my dad watching “Dukes of Hazard” and “Star Trek”. I was never a big fan, but I’ve seen every episode. For lunch? Maccaroni and Cheese with&amp;nbsp;weiners cut up in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10). Tell us about a loved one no longer with us and the impact they had on your life while they were here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of my best friend’s died in 2005. She was an amazing person. She had a beautiful smile and was a very compassionate person. She taught me how to think things through. She taught me to be tenacious and to never give up on what you believe in, no matter how anyone else feels about it. She showed me that the world is just a place where&amp;nbsp;our bodies exist, and that I shouldn’t fear her loss. She always said, “You only get one life here on life. This isn’t no dress rehearsal”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;If you would like to learn more about marie Madison and her projects, or would like to contact her, feel free to visit her at the following links (+18 or older):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariemadison.com/"&gt;http://www.mariemadison.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regardingjenny.com/"&gt;http://www.regardingjenny.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maddygtv.com/"&gt;http://www.maddygtv.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2AjzKYPanU/TfjLqwGX71I/AAAAAAAAFBg/Jfb8ob6BDlE/s1600/backside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2AjzKYPanU/TfjLqwGX71I/AAAAAAAAFBg/Jfb8ob6BDlE/s320/backside.jpg" t8="true" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-9013818563946741496?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/9013818563946741496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=9013818563946741496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/9013818563946741496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/9013818563946741496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2011/06/marie-madison-actress-owner-of-maddy-g.html' title='Marie Madison -  Actress &amp; Owner of Maddy G Productions, LCC'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mxs4EGfu1AA/TfjJ_qJwZuI/AAAAAAAAFBY/x33R7DMETUA/s72-c/Marie-Madison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-1741176798498769485</id><published>2010-06-12T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T19:53:48.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAWN DUNCAN - DRUMMER FOR KICK-ASS METAL BANDS DC4 &amp; ODIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/TBQewtdyhuI/AAAAAAAAE7M/XoHyE_IbeGU/s1600/kiss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/TBQcMTxZC4I/AAAAAAAAE7E/9ZiHkU49Y2o/s1600/Shawn02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482037644208180098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/TBQcMTxZC4I/AAAAAAAAE7E/9ZiHkU49Y2o/s400/Shawn02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHAWN DUNCAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;One of hard rock’s essential and most underrated drummers with over 20 years of experience under his belt, Shawn Duncan is the drummer of choice whose command of Hard Rock and Heavy Metal is equally matched by an early pedigree in Classic Rock and Soul inspired music absorbed during his formative years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, Shawn Duncan is behind the kit for the up-and-coming hard rock band, DC4, which includes brothers Matt and Jeff Duncan, the latter who is also a member of metal mainstay Armored Saint. Just added last year to the DC4 line-up is British born guitarist Rowan Robertson, a teenage prodigy who toured at the age of 19 with Ronnie James Dio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Duncan balances a dedicated commitment to DC4 with his involvement as a major component of the newly reconvened ODIN, a legendary metal classic from the 1980s of which Shawn is an original cofounder. ODIN was the featured artist in Penelope Spherris’ 1988 documentary, The Decline Of Western Civilization Part 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/TBQa_YrXhUI/AAAAAAAAE68/b0CGgzGAFcg/s1600/odin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482036322675164482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/TBQa_YrXhUI/AAAAAAAAE68/b0CGgzGAFcg/s400/odin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the modern day ether of ODIN, an upcoming compilation entitled Best of Odin is on the horizon. The disc will feature a brand new song entitled “Let The Show Begin,” plus a rare live track from the 1980s and an arsenal of studio tracks from each of the band’s studio albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1). Let's start right of the hop with albums. You're going to jail for life after an unfortunate misunderstanding at the Key Club, you're allowed five albums to keep you sane, what will they be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not necessarily in this order...and obviously considering the circumstances, playing anything soft and pretty would be asking for a poop shoot intrusion, therefore, the albums would have to contain a certian amount of machismo in order to avoid such an unfortunate predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Physical Graffiti, Led Zeppelin: First off it is a double album so I get a 2fer! Then I get to listen to some of the best written Hard Rock ever created..Nuff said! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)The Mob Rules, Black Sabbath: One of my all time favorite albums. Killer drums (ala Vinnie Appice), Great Songs! Dio and Iommi..it just don't get any better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Appetite For Destruction, Guns and Roses: This album straight up Rocks! Front to back a great record! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Killers, Queen, Again a 2fer!! So many awesome songs..and it can take me away from the cell for a while and make me feel like I am somewhere else..Like looking at hot chicks in tank tops bouncing around on someones shoulder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Master of Puppets, Metallica, Um..because it KICKS ASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2). Tell us about your favorite gig and why it stands out in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mcallen TX, 1988, Odin opened for Alcatrazz and the place went nuts. I thought they were gonna tear down the place..we felt like The Beatles..HA! And needless to say that show later led to several more we did in Texas..Gotta LOVE them Texas Ladies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3). Tell us in detail a nightmare you've had that still gives you the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running as fast as I can and I come up to what looks like a little hill in front of me..I do not know who I am running from but I seem scared. So I get to the little hill an hit it full speed, running hard I look back and still can't tell what I am running from..when I turn around I am at the top of the hill only to find out that it is a cliff! I can't stop and jump off the cliff, arms and legs flailing I see the ground getting bigger beneath me and always wake up before I hit bottom..Not fun...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4). In a world so saturated with celebritism, is there any room left in the future for iconic superstars like Michael Jackson, or has that kind of status come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it is over in Music. Maybe some actor or something, but The music business has eaten themselves and forgot how to put Talent, Songs and Creativity first...So now we get cookie cutter corporate shit bands and "stars" who last about 2 albums if they are lucky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5). You have a chance to spend one evening with any deceased musician. Who do you choose, what do you talk about, and what do you order for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck Dinner, I would have beers with John Bonham and talk about music, drums and some Led Zeppelin history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/TBQUrNP2LDI/AAAAAAAAE6s/BJfLh15V1m8/s1600/Sduncan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482029378939792434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/TBQUrNP2LDI/AAAAAAAAE6s/BJfLh15V1m8/s400/Sduncan1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6). If you could go back in time, tell us how a typical summer day in your childhood would have been spent. Who would you have spent that time with and what would you have been doing that still brings back good memories to this day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK, at about 8 am on a Saturday I would wake up to a few of my friends at my window..you see Ben and Brant (my chinese friends up the street) would usually cop a little cash from their parents stash (they didn't belive in banks and owned a laundromat).. one of them would say: "Shawn, lets go, I got a Krispy" (this was good, Krispy was code for a $100 bill and in 1977 that was a lot of fricken dough!) So I would get up and usually if it was a Krispy there would be several of us. Me, Abel, Ben, Brant and sometimes Carlos and Agu...We would walk over to the bus stop and take the 91 into Hollywood or somewhere like that, Long Beach, where ever..but ultimately we almost always ended up at a bowling alley bowling endless games, eating pizza and playing pinball for hours! This happened very often, sometimes we went to the mall or fishing, but mostly it was Pinball and Pizza! LOL..Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7). What is your greatest fear at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That Mother Earth is going to shake of the human race like a bunch of fleas. I honestly couldn't blame the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8). What song puts goosebumps on your arms and takes you right back to a distinct moment in your past? Share with us why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother wrote a song recently called "Dirty Hands", it will be on the new DC4 CD "Electric Ministry" (shameless plug, like how I did that?), anyhow, after our mother passed we had the unfortunate responsibility of cleaning out her house and garage. Mom kept EVERYTHING. So here we are Me, Jeff, Matt and my sister Ginger having to go through all of this stuff and throw most of it away in a huge roll off container. I don't know how many people have had to do this, but you have so many conflicting emotions while doing this that it physically drains you. But anyway, Jeff wrote this song and it covers the 2 days perfectly...just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/TBQhQu3htyI/AAAAAAAAE7U/UGGQp5QtZQU/s1600/DC4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482043217759287074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/TBQhQu3htyI/AAAAAAAAE7U/UGGQp5QtZQU/s400/DC4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9). Tell us about the worst job you ever had to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her teeth really got in the way! Braces and all! Brutal I tell ya! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;10). What do you fear worse than death (if anything) and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being crippled. Death is natural, walking around drooling and unable to function is a fate worse than death...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DC4 is currently in 3rd place and needs your support for a chance to open a KISS show in Chicago Illinois. Show Shawn and the band some love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go to this link and request DC4 in Chicago (put the Zip code #60634 in when prompted)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/TBQewtdyhuI/AAAAAAAAE7M/XoHyE_IbeGU/s1600/kiss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482040468603832034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/TBQewtdyhuI/AAAAAAAAE7M/XoHyE_IbeGU/s400/kiss1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://eventful.com/competitions/kiss2010/chicago"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://eventful.com/competitions/kiss2010/chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;More of Shawn Duncan's Links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/shonster1"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/shonster1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dc4duncan"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/dc4duncan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mightyodin"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/mightyodin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquariandrumheads.com/artists/shawn-duncan"&gt;http://www.aquariandrumheads.com/artists/shawn-duncan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soultonecymbals.com/ArtistDetail.aspx?ArtistID=554"&gt;http://www.soultonecymbals.com/ArtistDetail.aspx?ArtistID=554&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Shawn-Duncan/55984211663"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Shawn-Duncan/55984211663&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shawn.duncan2"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/shawn.duncan2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-1741176798498769485?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1741176798498769485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=1741176798498769485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/1741176798498769485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/1741176798498769485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2010/06/shawn-duncan-drummer-for-kick-ass-metal.html' title='SHAWN DUNCAN - DRUMMER FOR KICK-ASS METAL BANDS DC4 &amp; ODIN'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/TBQcMTxZC4I/AAAAAAAAE7E/9ZiHkU49Y2o/s72-c/Shawn02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-3836103672774223808</id><published>2010-05-24T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:11:42.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn Lyn - Actress and Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S_qiQ5OvOxI/AAAAAAAAE6U/09_n_BO1KL4/s1600/dawn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474866708146502418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S_qiQ5OvOxI/AAAAAAAAE6U/09_n_BO1KL4/s400/dawn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dawn Lyn is an Actress/Model currently represented by The Hurd Agency in Antioch,Tennessee. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was born in Ames, Iowa on May 2, 1980, and grew up between Findlay &amp;amp; Fostoria Ohio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can catch Dawn at many Tattoo, Horror and Comic Conventions across the country.She is always happy to sign an autograph or snap a photo with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dawn is also an exceptional actress, performing in film, theatre, and with a Comic book character called "Dominatrix" courtesy of Red Skye&lt;br /&gt;comics out of Chicago,Illinois. Dawn has even performed in public chain escape feats and various other live performances, never one to limit herself to new opportunities and experiences. She has worked on various projects for CMT as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dawn has been a featured actress/model on many networking web sites such as Myspace and Nextcat as well as modelling for many photographers. She is a multi-award winner including &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Best actress of the Year'10" at the&lt;br /&gt;Death Valley Haunted Woods in Hendersonville, Tennessee, and 1st place in kata &amp;amp; sparring in the Martial arts she studies&lt;br /&gt;in her down time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She has been nominated and has won many modeling competitions as well and has appeared in many films including but not limited to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Habits Die Hard,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabies, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Van Wilder: Freshman Year,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thong Girl 4,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killer Shorts 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Last Rendevous 2: Retribution).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She has worked with several photographers inclding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TNA's Lee South,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cypocryphys-Robert &amp;amp; Cecile Logue,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott Blair,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marty Wayne,J &amp;amp; D Images&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and many, many more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We thank Dawn for taking some time from her busy shedule to do an Unconventional Interview&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1).If the world was overrun with zombies, where would you seek shelter and what wordly possessions would you require in order&lt;br /&gt;to stay sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I would seek shelter in a cave in the mountains with lots guns and ammo.&lt;br /&gt;In order to stay sane I would need a picture of my Loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2). What was the worst job you ever had and tell us why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Bar waitress.Not bartender but bar waitress.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you get burned by drunks with cigarettes you make $2.00 hr and clean up drunk peoples bodly fluids in bathrooms and&lt;br /&gt;anywhere else in the building. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3). What is your greatest fear at this very moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Scorpions &amp;amp; brown recluse spiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;4). You have been sent to live the rest of your life on a desert island with nothing but a solar powered DVD player and TV,&lt;br /&gt;what five movies will be in your suitcase and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cold mountain,The Notebook, a 4 disc compilation of Hustlers XXX films, Rocky Horror Picture Show and Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;They are all inspirational to this world and mine. They keep a person happy &amp;amp; sad, children's films keep the fire inside alive and&lt;br /&gt;well, and as for the porn film...keeps sex from getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;5). If you could have dinner with any living or dead actor or actress, who would it be and what would you talk about? What&lt;br /&gt;would you order for dessert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Will smith, Johnny Depp, Oprah Winfrey, Nicole Kidman&lt;br /&gt;We'd talk about our careers.what made them go into acting, the things they sacrificed to have what they have, and how I could make&lt;br /&gt;things better for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry cheesecake for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;6). Tell us about the scariest nightmare you've ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It was back in 1996 or 97. Before I had ever visited Nashville. I was running through an abandoned hospital with zombies chasing&lt;br /&gt;me and zombies behind the windows of the empty rooms trying to get out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;There were big boxes with baseball bats and other&lt;br /&gt;sharp weapons in them in the middle of the hallway so I grabbed a knife and a bat with wire around it and ran into a room&lt;br /&gt;where there were other normal people. I took a deep breathe, turned around and the normal people turned into zombies so I started swinging,&lt;br /&gt;tellin them to"Eat this".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I got out ran and all of a sudden, I'm running over one end of the big bridges in Nashville. At the end of the bridge was the maker of the zombies and his apprentice. I jumped and then woke up.(When I awoke my friend who was in my dream&lt;br /&gt;had been taking a nap at the same time in my living room. She had the exact same nightmare when I was having mine. I went to sit&lt;br /&gt;in the kitchen only to see the knife that was in my dream but had never been in the house before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;7). What song brings you right back to your childhood and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;'Zippidy doo dah' and the 'Mickey Mouse Club song'&lt;br /&gt;Disney channel was what I wached ALL the time. I was a member of the Mickey Mouse Club, ears and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(Sometimes I still watch&lt;br /&gt;an old Disney movie from time to time to keep me optimistic and open minded) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S_qfsiR3NlI/AAAAAAAAE6E/yjSeDy6Hnj0/s1600/dawn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474863884487046738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S_qfsiR3NlI/AAAAAAAAE6E/yjSeDy6Hnj0/s400/dawn3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8). Have you ever had a paranormal experience? Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yes many...&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9). Tell us about a loved one no longer with us and how it has changed your life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My grandmother Peggy. She brought stability into my life at a very young age, it helped so much with my foundation in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10). You have 24 hours to live...tell us about that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I would enjoy a wonderful meal, hang with everyone I care for and share all the activities across the country I never could before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Visit Dawn at the following links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hurdagency.com/"&gt;http://www.hurdagency.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sweetsunrise_5280"&gt;www.myspace.com/sweetsunrise_5280&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?sk=messages&amp;amp;tid=1300611440322#!/dawn.lyn1"&gt;www.facebook.com/?sk=messages&amp;amp;tid=1300611440322#!/dawn.lyn1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3168905"&gt;www.imdb.com/name/nm3168905&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Dawn_Lyn"&gt;www.twitter.com/Dawn_Lyn&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modelmayhem.com/665525"&gt;www.modelmayhem.com/665525&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nextcat.com/Dawn_Lyn_5280"&gt;www.nextcat.com/Dawn_Lyn_5280&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-3836103672774223808?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3836103672774223808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=3836103672774223808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/3836103672774223808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/3836103672774223808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2010/05/dawn-lyn-is-actressmodel-currently.html' title='Dawn Lyn - Actress and Model'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S_qiQ5OvOxI/AAAAAAAAE6U/09_n_BO1KL4/s72-c/dawn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-1615061860789757617</id><published>2010-03-03T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:42:55.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maurice Bruneau - Philosophy of a Photograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S474jiYoyNI/AAAAAAAAE3A/5WnqvCLiNRg/s1600-h/Jaybw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444562288946759890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S474jiYoyNI/AAAAAAAAE3A/5WnqvCLiNRg/s400/Jaybw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maurice Bruneau was born and raised in the north end of Winnipeg. He is glad to say he no longer resides there. He has always had a creative outlet of some kind, beginning with music, then writing, and, since 2005, photography. He began by shooting street photography in Winnipeg's central core, documenting the lives of the homeless, addicts, sex-trade workers and the harshness of their surroundings. He has since photographed everything from pow-wows to concerts, protests to gay pride parades. Although he still photographs these events, he now focuses almost exclusively on freelance photojournalism. His work has appeared in the Winnipeg Free Press, the Winnipeg Sun, The Globe and Mail and various grassroots publications across Canada. Perhaps his most famous photo is of Brian Sinclair, a homeless, legless wheelchair-bound man who made international headlines in 2008 after dying in the emergency room of a Winnipeg hospital after waiting 36 hours for care. In March 2009, he was part of an exhibition in Ottawa produced by Indian and Northern Affairs Canada documenting Urban Aboriginal Life in Canada. In October 2009, he fulfilled a small personal goal by having a photo published on the front page of the Winnipeg Free Press. The photo, taken during an intense industrial blaze in Winnipeg, features a firefighter silhouetted against a ball of flame. The photo has since been nominated by the International Association of Firefighters for their 2009 Media Awards as a Photo of The Year. An extremely private man, he lives in Winnipeg with his wife Heather, one of the city's most prolific graffiti photographers. To drown out the screams, he reads to the point of obsession, watches HBO shows on DVD, and basically spends as much time as possible away from people. He dreams about the Rocky Mountains every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S477hkwp3QI/AAAAAAAAE3I/4QN1cKKrHdc/s1600-h/James01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444565553759509762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S477hkwp3QI/AAAAAAAAE3I/4QN1cKKrHdc/s400/James01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1). What's wrong with kids these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Incompetent parents who feel entitled to have children knowing the welfare state will take care of them. Then they try to be the kid's friend and not a parent. That and TV. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TV is a disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S48b2B7-kAI/AAAAAAAAE34/oijB6ql3NTE/s1600-h/James06jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444601089561104386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S48b2B7-kAI/AAAAAAAAE34/oijB6ql3NTE/s400/James06jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;). You are allowed one day to travel back in time to the era of your youth. How is a typical summer day spent, and what do you have for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I wake up more than likely hungover, hang out with some friends and bust each other's balls, go to 7-11, listen to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hair metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; play ball hockey. Probably have pizza pops for lunch. Scrounge around the rest of the day for money to buy more beer. Drink, try to find chicks, argue about hockey and who the best drummer in the world is. Walk home around 2am with a group of friends, pissed drunk and staggering. Vomit somewhere. If it's a Friday night, repeat same on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S48ajYvjYDI/AAAAAAAAE3g/ilNCS_9dJEA/s1600-h/James03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444599669753864242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S48ajYvjYDI/AAAAAAAAE3g/ilNCS_9dJEA/s400/James03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3). If you could have dinner with any artist (in any form) living, or dead. Who would it be, and what would the conversation over drinks consist of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Probably &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;David Foster Wallace&lt;/span&gt;. Judging from what I've read about him, and from what I've read in his work, we'd probably have many things in common -- depression, addiction, what I assume to be a sense of futility regarding life. I may be wrong, he could have been gregarious and shallow. I doubt it though. Honestly I think most artists would be boring to talk with. They'd either be monstrously narcissistic or so pretentious you'd basically become nothing more than a piece of exercise equipment on which they could sweat out their conceits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4). What is your greatest single worry at this very moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; No particular reason outside of a general low-level hypochondria that I've always lived with; but, since everything else seems to be going well -- money, work, creative concerns -- health seems like a vulnerable part in my wall. That and four more years of Obama. That scares the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S48a4EGX-4I/AAAAAAAAE3o/UcboBygcN7U/s1600-h/James04jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444600024989694850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S48a4EGX-4I/AAAAAAAAE3o/UcboBygcN7U/s400/James04jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5). What are the five most important songs of your life soundtrack and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't pay much attention to lyrics so music is more about feeling to me. If I had a life soundtrack it would consist of songs that have struck some primal part of me, something red in tooth and claw. "Amo Bishop Roden" by &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boards of Canada&lt;/span&gt; does that. Then again I believe that BOC taps into some kind of collective unconscious with their music. They remind me of the eponymous videotape in Infinite Jest, made up of something that jets straight to the meaty part of your psyche. "Breathe' by Pink Floyd, because I have very vague memories of my dad listening to that album when I was a baby. When I got older he told me he'd lie in bed at night with me and our dogs and listen to that album over and over in the dark. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Hemispheres"&lt;/span&gt; by Rush. Total high-school nerd music that helped me get through many days where I was like a clenched fist walking the halls. I'd put that on my walkman and all I would think of is playing drums. I don't think I ever felt that much passion for creativity again. Not even with photography. "Heaven" by the Rolling Stones because A) it's the greatest Stones song no one has ever heard B) it reminds me of my &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;, and C) it reminds me of my friend Rich and being young and clueless and sitting on his roof talking about how we were going to be rock stars, smoking weed, drinking wine coolers and just totally in the fucking moment. "Mean Streets" by Van Halen. Because Eddie is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6). In a world so terribly saturated with musicians and media, is there a future for iconic superstars since the passing of Jacko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Perhaps if the person in question is a novelty like Jacko, an absurd almost satirical version of a celebrity. Everyone loves a trainwreck so yeah I can see future Jackos, Courtney Loves, Lindsay Lohans, Brittneys attaining icon-status. But for the most part the future belongs to whomever's Twitter/MySpace/Facebook/Flickr is the most shrill, self-whoring and, if possible, shows the most ass. Look at &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tila Tequila.&lt;/span&gt; Has the human race ever produced something as useless? And she's the future of celebrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S48bfwPd_iI/AAAAAAAAE3w/yVeE7g7OIq8/s1600-h/James010jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444600706853895714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S48bfwPd_iI/AAAAAAAAE3w/yVeE7g7OIq8/s400/James010jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;7). Why hasn't God stopped evil yet? It's getting pretty old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm an atheist so&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; means about as much as a dog bark to me. I can't really answer this question because for me it's not so much about anyone stopping evil as it is trying to find goodness. I see so much filth and depravity in the world that decency now seems like some strange interruption in routine. In light of this, atheism seems like a better choice than believing in a deity who would have to come to terms with the absolute failure of his &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;grandest scheme&lt;/span&gt;. I don't believe human beings are capable of feeling the appropriate amount of pity for regret and sorrow that profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S48aCgj-hGI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/3mq6RsNnm80/s1600-h/James05jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444599104917111906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S48aCgj-hGI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/3mq6RsNnm80/s400/James05jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brian Sinclair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;8). Name 5 books every human being should read and tell us why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1) Crime and Punishment: To remind us that shame once existed in humans and that if used properly can inspire us to do good things&lt;br /&gt;2) The Black Book of Communism; To help eradicate the sad romantic allure of one of civilization's greatest cancers. Also to bitch-slap your profs when they start spouting &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Marxist &lt;/span&gt;talking points they figure most people take as prima facie true, or don't know enough about to offer a counterpoint.&lt;br /&gt;3) Infinite Jest: Because pure genius is seldom so simultaneously exhibitionistic and humble.&lt;br /&gt;4) Ovid's Metamorphoses: Without a thorough grounding in &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Greek mythology&lt;/span&gt; you cannot understand Western civilization. Besides, Greek myths rock.&lt;br /&gt;5) Shakespeare's collected works: If you have to ask you'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9). What song do you love though it totally contradicts your personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;There She Goes by Sixpence None the Richer. A song that sounds like a tampon commercial. The most banal of adult-contemporary dentist-office &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rubbish &lt;/span&gt;that I can imagine yuppies listening to while sipping wine and reading the New Yorker. Yet everytime I hear it, I stop in my fucking tracks and sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10). Tell us about a loved one no longer with us and how their death has changed your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My aunt died recently and she was the first person I watched die over an extended period of time, vanishing piece by piece. It was sad and horrifying and yet for some strange reason it made me fear death less. For years I struggled with mortality and it would paralyze me at times. After witnessing what my aunt went through I realized death is relief, not just from illness but from all the mundane bullshit of existence. Trying to find a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;grand meaning&lt;/span&gt; of some kind; sorting through the minute raw data of life trying to figure out what matters; wracking your brain trying to figure out if there really is any difference between a regret and a blessing. Life is fucking exhausting. I don't plan on dying anytime soon but I can imagine by the time I hit 60-65, or if I become gravely ill, I'll be like, " Yeah, ok, so &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; of this shit. I'm gonna bounce..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S48ZdOS1zAI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/E-5xmXvEpis/s1600-h/James07jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444598464358239234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S48ZdOS1zAI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/E-5xmXvEpis/s400/James07jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-1615061860789757617?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1615061860789757617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=1615061860789757617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/1615061860789757617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/1615061860789757617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2010/03/maurice-bruneau-philosophy-of.html' title='Maurice Bruneau - Philosophy of a Photograph'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S474jiYoyNI/AAAAAAAAE3A/5WnqvCLiNRg/s72-c/Jaybw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-9031668875783237615</id><published>2010-01-04T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:01:34.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceased Darling - Model of Macabre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S0IV-ZMu4_I/AAAAAAAAE10/OJN-0cHtgzo/s1600-h/DD011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422921062967862258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S0IV-ZMu4_I/AAAAAAAAE10/OJN-0cHtgzo/s400/DD011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deceased Darling grew up in the glittering lights of Las Vegas, NV. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From an early age it was obvious this chick was strange.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In fact, she's has the final word on strange.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her mother recounts the time one of the neighbors showed up at their door complaining that Darling had threatened her children. She was going to burn their house down, even pulled matches from her black 'Wednesday Addams' braids.&lt;br /&gt;Her interest in horror and dark genre movies only intensified into her teenage years and then adulthood. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being odd and creative came naturally to her and her attention inevitably turned to creating her own images of terror, shock, and just plain weirdness, using friends as her photographers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;With her insatiable love for zombies and her passion for all things sexy, its no wonder Deceased Darling will be published in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlsandcorpses.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Girls and Corpses magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2010 will be no exception, this morbid beauty has many "killer" suprises for all of you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S0IXDtxhQMI/AAAAAAAAE2E/6G8o5Lkf3DM/s1600-h/DD13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422922253901840578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S0IXDtxhQMI/AAAAAAAAE2E/6G8o5Lkf3DM/s400/DD13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay Tuned, if you dare...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1). Tell us about the worst job you ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Babysitting definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2). If the world was overrun with zombies, where would you seek shelter, and what worldly possessions would you have to have in order to remain sane? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would have to have makeup and a good book! Ha ha… And I would seek shelter in the West Virginia mountains somewhere. Hopefully it'd be isolated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3). Tell us the last concert you attended, was it worth the price of admission? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was the Queers in West Palm and it was definitely worth the price. They are legendary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4). Do you have any special tattoos you'd like to tell us about? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, speaking of the Queers I have a tattoo of their band name on my shoulder blade. My mom did it. I forced her to do it when she first got her tattoo gun. The Queers played a huge part in my teen years. Significant lyrics…ha ha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5). If you could go back in time, tell us how a typical summer day in your childhood would have been spent. What would you have for lunch? Who would you spend that time with? What would you be doing as a child that still brings back such memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A typical summer day in my childhood at about ages 7-10 would be spent pretending that I was Wednesday Addams. I made her outfit and wore it like everyday! I also made my younger brother dress up like Pugsley. Ha ha Its funny that they finally make the Wednesday Addams costume! And the Morticia! I would have killed to have had those when I was a kid instead of making them out of old black blouses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6). You are stuck inside the cartoon The Simpsons and are told the only means of escape is to murder one of the characters, which character in your opinion is expendable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sideshow Bob. We'd make for an interesting fight scene.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7). What makes for a perfect first date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A haunted house or theme park! Anything but a boring restaurant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8). Tell us about your favourite horror movie and why it remains your favourite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evil Dead, the original. Demonic possession has never been re-created like in that movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9). Tell us about a loved one no longer with us, and how that loss has changed your perspective.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, my aunt died a few years back. Unfortunately she hated her life and was very poor. I swore after she died that I would never be like that, and that I would make something of my life. So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;10). Tell us in detail about the scariest nightmare you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When I was about 12, I dreamed that I killed my sister, who then was a baby. For some reason she had an evil twin in my dream. I smashed in the evil twins' soft spot. Or, I thought I had. When I turned back to my baby sister, the baby smiled a really evil grin, and I realized that I had killed the wrong baby. It still haunts me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And we hope you will continue haunting us Deceased Darling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S0IdmY59WII/AAAAAAAAE2M/wnk-rR8HJ0o/s1600-h/DD14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422929446665279618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S0IdmY59WII/AAAAAAAAE2M/wnk-rR8HJ0o/s400/DD14.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/everafteralways"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Say Hey To Deceased Darling on Myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-9031668875783237615?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/9031668875783237615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=9031668875783237615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/9031668875783237615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/9031668875783237615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2010/01/deceased-darling-model-of-macabre.html' title='Deceased Darling - Model of Macabre'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S0IV-ZMu4_I/AAAAAAAAE10/OJN-0cHtgzo/s72-c/DD011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-8948556846950813562</id><published>2009-12-14T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:42:36.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Schimmels - Actor, and Fine Human Being...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SyZyVduJ6lI/AAAAAAAAE0s/_ePpwLhJcfw/s1600-h/Tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415141315040635474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SyZyVduJ6lI/AAAAAAAAE0s/_ePpwLhJcfw/s400/Tom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tom Schimmels is an actor of stage and film and oft recognized for his role in the cult classic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"American Movie". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A self described traveler, writer, wastrel, and human, we are honored to have borrowed some of Tom's time most often saved for the experience of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tom is: Just a soul who, like Sabatini's description of Scaramouche, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What a privilege to introduce you to Tom Schimmels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(you've just upped your coolness by meeting him).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-James Cheetham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/american_movie/articles/734079/american_movie_shows_what_it_is_to_be_an_artist_obsessed_with_creating"&gt;Review of American Movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1). What song gives you goosebumps and takes you right back to an earlier time in your life? Explain why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The final movement of Beethoven's 9th Symphony, combining the music of the Master w/ the poetry of Schiller, commonly referred to as the "Ode to Joy." It consumes me each time I listen to it...This, to me, is an eternal glory, made manifest by the genius that produced it's component parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2). If you could have dinner with any living or dead actor who would it be, what would you most like to discuss with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I've a few actually. On off-hand list: William Shakespeare/actor, etc; Klaus Kinski; Steve McQueen; David Janssen; David Lynch/actor, etc.; Anthony Hopkins; Katherine Hepburn; Humphrey Bogart; Spencer Tracy; Michael Weber - a pal FB friend &amp;amp; mentor of mine; (the list is not by any means inclusive and could go on &amp;amp; on...)...In other words, a crew that I could have a few (&amp;amp; a few more) drinks with and get down to the bare bones with regarding that essential personal imbalance that drives perfectly ordinary appearing people to seek their validation on the stage or the screen...In essence, individuals as fundamentally curious, perhaps damaged, and certainly as marginally eccentric (or, in the case of the glorious Klaus fully blown crazy) as I perceive myself to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3). What was the worst job you ever had and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I've had an array of them - Several gigs as a bill collector - beloved of no one, believe me, either of my bosses or of the distressed souls from whom I was trying to recoup my employers ill-earned gains; as an apprentice to a contracting firm (dressed in full protective clothing in mid-summer, respirator &amp;amp; all, digging asbestos from the walls of sub-basements in Madison, Wisconsin.), as a young "Security Guard" for a company that printed hunting catalogs, porn &amp;amp; anything else that could be captured by print on page. In other words, soul-deadening, supernumerary, pointless bullshit gigs that allowed me to pay the rent and drink a few beers every now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SyZ4eq6EepI/AAAAAAAAE1E/C_VLCgeI-gw/s1600-h/A70-14594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415148070268861074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SyZ4eq6EepI/AAAAAAAAE1E/C_VLCgeI-gw/s400/A70-14594.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4). You are stranded on a desert Island and are only allowed to bring 5 albums to keep you happy the rest of your life...what will they be and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Beethoven's 9th; Van Morrison "Astral Weeks"; Robert Johnson "The Complete Recordings"; The Stones "Exile on Main Street"; &amp;amp; Judy Garland "Judy at Carnegie Hall". Why? What the hell, the soul in each is undeniable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5). How do you feel about the war in Iraq?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Deeply ambivalent. Proud of, and deeply indebted to, the heroic men &amp;amp; women who have paid the most profoundly life-altering price imaginable to allow myself &amp;amp; my loved ones live in relative peace. Mortified by the loss of life; the pain &amp;amp; the unimaginably, incalculably vast waste that have always been, and will be always be, the by-products of armed conflict for combatants &amp;amp; innocent civilians on both sides of any conflict/conflagration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6). Tell us of the scariest nightmare you've ever had.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;An actor's nightmare...Standing alone, on-stage, in mid-production...Tongue-tied; utterly unable to remember the lines of the piece; and utterly shamed as audience members - individually at first and then collectively - arise from their seats and file out of the theatre while I stand mutely, and impotently, in the spotlight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7). You have one day to live, how is it spent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repenting for the staggering array of sins (accumulated throughout years of rash and careless living) of which I am/and have been guilty. Then contacting each person I can possibly reach, whose love and kindness has touched &amp;amp; enriched my heart &amp;amp; soul throughout these many years, and telling them how deeply grateful I am to them &amp;amp; how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8). You are allowed one day to travel back in time and be a child again in the very era you grew up in. How and where is that day spent?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Oh, just for the sheer sake of curiosity, I'd fly back to the day of my birth...the last time I saw my birth mother. I would've taken a longer look @ her face so that - half a century later - the impression remained etched into my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9). What is your greatest fear at the moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Death - or more precisely a death that interrupts a life not fully lived! Man, I want it all, down to the dregs...The second greatest fear, at least tonite, is of running out of beer before I'm done writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10). If reincarnation exists, what were you most likely in your previous life and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well, if this life is a refinement of an earlier existence, I must have been sorely underdeveloped back in the day...That having been said - the choice is probably between a sea slug or a pirate swingin' from the gallows...I'm a Piscean - how could things have been otherwise? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SyZ3wLfoNgI/AAAAAAAAE08/wPWZSwn9bWE/s1600-h/Tom+Cast+AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415147271562475010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SyZ3wLfoNgI/AAAAAAAAE08/wPWZSwn9bWE/s400/Tom+Cast+AM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-8948556846950813562?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8948556846950813562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=8948556846950813562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/8948556846950813562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/8948556846950813562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2009/12/tom-schimmels-actor-and-fine-human.html' title='Tom Schimmels - Actor, and Fine Human Being...'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SyZyVduJ6lI/AAAAAAAAE0s/_ePpwLhJcfw/s72-c/Tom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-918769702936215522</id><published>2009-08-26T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:47:33.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerian Rich - Author and host of Horror-Addicts Podcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SpVmcmxvMUI/AAAAAAAAEto/uT4ylFJNtkQ/s1600-h/EmzPurprich01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SpVmcmxvMUI/AAAAAAAAEto/uT4ylFJNtkQ/s400/EmzPurprich01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374314371968086338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emerian Rich was born in  Colorado, the only child of  pastors. She lived in thirty-two different places by the time she graduated high  school. With no siblings and no consistent peer relationships, the pen became an  integral part of her life, granting her an inexpensive pastime that she could  take with her anywhere. The characters in her stories became her friends and her  journal, her only continuous confidant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerian is the author of Night's  Knights Vampire Podnovel, the Office Angst Series, and hostess of  HorrorAddicts.net. Her first print novel, &lt;em&gt;Night's Knights &lt;/em&gt;will be  available October 2009. She lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband  and son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To find out more about Emerian,  visit her site at: &lt;a href="http://www.emzbox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.emzbox.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1). Does death  scare you? Why or why not?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kinda.  I almost died after the birth of my son due to post-partum complications. It was  scary happening, but I just wanted the pain gone so bad that I asked to die  or pass out. Obviously, it wasn't my time yet. I think that death is a natural  process, but my fear is dying before I get everything done! Or experiencing the  pain of dying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2). You have one day  to live…how is it spent?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;First, I say, "Oh CRAP!"  Then I would spend it with my loved ones doing everything we can to have fun.  Probably max out my credit cards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3). If you could be a  kid for one day back in the era you grew up, what would you spend the afternoon  doing? What would you have for lunch?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Probably relax. I miss those  olden days when I was bored. Never have enough time anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Lunch? Um... a brownie sundae. I  am a big ice cream fanatic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4). What song  repulses you so terribly; you want to tear your hair out when you hear it? Any  particular reason?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Anything with Angela Lansbury singing.  Especially "Be My Guest" for some reason she gets under my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5). Tell us in  detail, the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;It  probably seems silly to those of you expecting vampires, evil monsters, and  murderers... but I had nightmares my entire childhood about monkeys. It  would start out all innocent and happy. I was in the forest at a big feast. The  monkeys called me their queen. They fed me grapes and fanned me and generally  made me feel like royalty. After the party, I would take off the flower crown on  my head and thank them all. I would say, "You've all been so lovely, I will miss  you, but I must go home.  They would say, "But you can never go home, this  is your home now." Then they would chase me through the jungles all night as I  ran as fast as I could to try and get home. To this day I am still scared of  monkeys. Especially the small ones that can pluck out your eyeballs and juggle  them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6). If you had to be  stranded on a desert island for a year (VCR made from coconuts is working  fine...), name the top five movies you would want to have with you to pass the  time.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;In no particular order:  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;1. Death Note (Live  Action)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;2. Pride and Prejudice (BBC  version)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;3. Interview with the  Vampire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;4. (I'm cheating) Dead Like Me  Seasons 1&amp;amp;2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;5. a-ha live at vallhall,  homecoming (yes- I'm a long time fan)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7). How do you  feel about the war in  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Iraq&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;I don't follow world politics at  all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;8). If you could have  dinner with any artist (in any form) living or dead, who would it be? What would  the conversation include, and what would you order for the main  course?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;I'd like to say someone like Poe,  or Amadeus (rock me Amadeus!), but in reality, I think they would freak me out.  I'd be all in awe and too shy to talk to them. I think I could speak  with Jane Austen. She'd probably be horrified by my colored hair and  ghastly eye makeup, but I would love to tell her all about her writing success  and watch her be amazed at the fact that we listen to her books on earbuds  and car stereos.  I would also like to talk to her about writing and  tell her how much I love Northanger Abbey.  Main course... hum.  I  might serve her something really modern and American like a  cheeseburger, chili fries, and a root beer float... just to watch her  explore something she's never seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;9). If the world were  overrun with zombies, where would you seek safety and what would worldly  possession you require to remain sane?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I would go to a large mall with  many floors, kick the zombie stock boys out (don't want them attacking you while  you are trying on clothes and dancing to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. If you don't  get that, just watch Night of the Comet. It could happen to you!) and hope that  all the restaurant freezers and pharmacy shelves are stocked.  Oh yeah, I'd  stop by the ER to snag a healthy doctor just in case me and my post-zombie  apocalypse friends need one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="courier new" style="text-align: left;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SpVnCDJDprI/AAAAAAAAEt4/r0lnAZQ7Dno/s1600-h/288x424NK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SpVnCDJDprI/AAAAAAAAEt4/r0lnAZQ7Dno/s400/288x424NK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374315015237248690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10). Tell the fine  people your happiest moment of 2009 thus far...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;When I saw the finished cover art  for my first book in print.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-918769702936215522?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/918769702936215522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=918769702936215522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/918769702936215522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/918769702936215522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2009/08/emerian-rich-author-and-host-of-horror.html' title='Emerian Rich - Author and host of Horror-Addicts Podcast'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SpVmcmxvMUI/AAAAAAAAEto/uT4ylFJNtkQ/s72-c/EmzPurprich01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-5419083704893118176</id><published>2009-08-21T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:04:02.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cindy Massey - MALICE COOPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/So7aUckXosI/AAAAAAAAEtA/D0EuMRpzuIg/s1600-h/Malice02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/So7aUckXosI/AAAAAAAAEtA/D0EuMRpzuIg/s400/Malice02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372471450300555970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/James/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malice Cooper (Aka Cindy Massey) is a talented musician who was born to a very talented musical family. She has played in numerous bands like Jezebel Finch, Satan Zanus, Evil Mewcus &amp;amp; The Wicked Membranes, Checkered Past, and even toured with Elvis, Elvis, Elvis at the age of 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Perhaps her most famous incarnation is of course the one and only Malice Cooper, a female Alice Cooper fronting a cover band that took the legend of Alice to the limit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cindy, never one to be content doing just one gig, has modeled, and has appeared as an extra in The Oklahoma City Bombing, and the David Milgaard Story. She can currently be heard as &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;The Queen of Your Nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at the link below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nightmareswmalicecooper"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/nightmareswmalicecooper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/So7atad5q_I/AAAAAAAAEtI/Ko6kRsMLQkE/s1600-h/MALICE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/So7atad5q_I/AAAAAAAAEtI/Ko6kRsMLQkE/s400/MALICE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372471879233285106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1). If you could have dinner with any artist (in any form) living or dead, who would it be? What would the conversation include, and what would you order for the main course?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I would definitely love to have dinner with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice,&lt;/span&gt; we'd probably have Burger king, and I'd eat a chicken sammich, with a real coke.  He drinks the diet stuff.  Its not good for you I heard though.  So straight coke a cola for me.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;We'd probably talk about the universe, and all the awesome B movies we've watched a billion times.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2). Tell us the scariest moment of your childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Scariest, hmm...That would have been when my dad hit a ditch after ice fishing and the car was buried in snow.  He left me inside it to go for help.  I couldn't hear or see anything but snow.  That was probably the very scariest.  I was 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3). Have you ever seen a ghost or had a paranormal experience? If not, do you believe? Please explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Totally had tons of those actually.  Just to give you one though.  I was going out with this guy and his house had the ghost of a 16 year old girl.  She had a crush on him or something.  All the time I would be smoking, she'd blow the smoke rings back in my face.  She showed up as a ball of light in his sisters room once.  She always stole my stuff...it was hell.  I have lots of pictures of ghosts that I captured from internet sites as well.  I could send you some, you'd freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4). What song puts a lump in your throat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Songs that the vocals give me shivers.  There's one that I sang to actually.  It's called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raining in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;.  A collaboration of myself and the guys from the Side Project Band.  The guy that was collaborating with me died though.  The song never ended up completed.  I'd love to finish it with them one day.  It's beautiful, and makes everyone cry including me.  It took me forever to sing it cause I kept crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5). What was the worst job you’ve ever had? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Saan store, because the owner would come in smoking a stinky cigar, even though it said no smoking.  So one day I told him to put it out.  Then I was accused of stealing, which I would never even think of.  It sucked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6). What was your favorite television show when growing up and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh I dislike Favorite questions.  I have so many ones I like, its hard to chose just one.  I guess hmm...I liked the Brady Bunch and Partridges.  But to pick a favorite, like out of everything I think probably Mr. Dressup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7). What is your greatest worry at this very moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;That black helicopters are going to land, and some guys in black suits take me away and zap out my brain.  Just because we saw a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UFO&lt;/span&gt; August Long weekend and I let the media know about it.  Yeah, or that the aliens come to steal my brain...either way looks like I'm screwed... lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8). What is your stand on the legalization of marijuana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I think its safer than booze.  I don't advise people get stoned and drive around.  But for the most part, it doesn't appear to hurt anyone.  I watch people smoke it all the time, they just sit there.  No one moves, no one gets hurt.  Its like a safety meeting.  I think the only reason its not (legal) is because the government knows we wouldn't pay them for it.  They'd put all these additional charges on it for no reason and just make it intolerable I think. Plus they would produce marijuana that sucks and gives you a headache. On booze people fight and everything.  I've never seen stoned people get into fights, or move even.  So I figure, if you're an adult, and that's what you want to put in your body, its better than killing yourself with harder drugs like crack, or heroin.  Heck people are abusing Oxycontin and prescription medication.  I'm a believer that anything in moderation will not hurt you.  Unfortunately people don't know what moderation is apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9). If you had to be stranded on a desert island for a year, name the top five albums you would want to have with you to pass the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Welcome to my Nightmare, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, Hotter than Hell, Brick in the Wall Pink Floyd the names escaping me right now, and um....probably one of ZZ Top's greatest hits albums.  Bummer you said I could only have 5 albums.  Cause I really like Knuckleduster, Devoid, Ashland Court, Pornocracy local bands.  There's too many to name, but they know who they are.  But you said I could only pick 5, oh crap, I didn't pick AC/DC.  You ask hard questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10). What song's lyrics sum you up best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Woman of Mass Destraction...lol...so many reasons, could be destruction too lol.  I tend to walk into things on a regular basis, or cause near car accidents when I walk down the street.  I have no clue why though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/So7dMI74C8I/AAAAAAAAEtQ/s4nHayp1P48/s1600-h/n612986648_1649024_3849405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/So7dMI74C8I/AAAAAAAAEtQ/s4nHayp1P48/s400/n612986648_1649024_3849405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372474606126369730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-5419083704893118176?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5419083704893118176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=5419083704893118176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/5419083704893118176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/5419083704893118176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2009/08/cindy-massey-malice-cooper.html' title='Cindy Massey - MALICE COOPER'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/So7aUckXosI/AAAAAAAAEtA/D0EuMRpzuIg/s72-c/Malice02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-5833626313548636088</id><published>2009-08-08T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:54:33.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Cray - Actor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sn2aGNx8xvI/AAAAAAAAEro/xYSbqz8hhsQ/s1600-h/Mark+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sn2aGNx8xvI/AAAAAAAAEro/xYSbqz8hhsQ/s400/Mark+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367615762464556786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/James/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 5pt 0in; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mark Cray is a working actor born and raised in Minnesota. Throughout his childhood Mark performed in many theatrical plays including Brigadoon and The Sting. He went to the state championships as a Public Speaking contestant before joining the military after high school. After four years of outstanding service to our country Mark traveled down from the land of ice and snow to expand upon his craft at Toledo University. Here he got his first real taste in film with the independent short film ‘Weeding the Garden’. As fortune would have it the aspiring actor would have to wait several years to get his next taste of the so called acting bug. Mind you this was not for a lack of trying. No, Mark put his dreams aside for almost a decade to start a family. He is now lives happily with his loving wife and four beautiful daughters. With the support of his family Mark is pushing onward with his dream of acting. His first full-length independent film, ‘The Grindhouse Massacre’, was a hit and he has since continued his career with such films as "Reunion" and ‘The Horror Convention Massacre’, recipient of the ‘Golden Coconut’ for best horror film at the Miami Underground Film Festival in March of 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark is finally hitting his stride and considered an ‘up and comer’, with 3 films scheduled to premiere this fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;‘Never Escape’ by Mancinetti Pictures in Sept. as well as ‘The Ritual’ by Fleet Street Films Premiering at the Newark Film Festival and playing at such venues as Dark X-mas, Crypticon, and a slew of others. And the long awaited ‘Voodoo Rising’ is set to Premiere in October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can follow along with Mark through Myspace: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/markcray"&gt;www.myspace.com/markcray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, his website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.markcray.com/"&gt;www.markcray.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; , and on Facebook…be sure to mention who sent you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1).Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare, you’ve ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I was standing in the middle of a football arena wearing only a leather codpiece and armed and armed with a spork when I was suddenly attacked by 20 ninja midgets who beat me down ( ninja midgets are still ninja's after all) and forced me to watch reruns of "Maude"... my left eye twitched for about week afterwords!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2).What was the last concert you attended, was it worth the price of admission? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;That would be Jackyl and Aerosmith (yeah, I'm getting old, sue me) in MPLS, MN.. it was a good show but weather outside was terrible blizzard conditions and we only made it half way back to the range before we had to pull over into a roach motel for night.  Me and my date played coed nekked twister till wee hours of dawn.. so it worked out..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3).If the world were over run with zombies, where would you seek safety and what worldly possessions would you require to stay sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I would make a bee-line to the nearest cruise-liner (preferably not one littered with zombies, hijack it to the high seas and live out the rest of my days in sun and fun... and I'd bring a gymnastics teams along for company to stay sane. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4).If you had to be stranded all alone on a desert island for a year, name the top five movies you would want to have with you to pass the time. (Sure the VCR works…it’s solar powered!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Star Wars 4, 5, 6 (pre-Greedo shooting first), The Devils Advocate and the Fifth Element.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5).If you could have dinner with any artist (in any form) living or dead, who would it be? What would the conversation include, and what would you order for the main course? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;GWAR, Global Domination, and a cow.. that's right a whole cow.. we could cut our own steaks ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sn2fbSUkO4I/AAAAAAAAEr4/34TVTJXRZIY/s1600-h/l_d27e02e14c3290e48239bd866f88b359.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sn2fbSUkO4I/AAAAAAAAEr4/34TVTJXRZIY/s400/l_d27e02e14c3290e48239bd866f88b359.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367621622018882434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6).W&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hat song puts g&lt;/span&gt;oosebumps on your arm and takes you right back to an earlier time in your life?Explain why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs don't give me goosebumps, I just don't roll like that.  but anytime I hear "Sir Psycho Sexy" I'm reminded of back in '92 while I was on leave from the army that whenever they heard the song they were reminded of me.  we had sex in the park later that day. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;7). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets? Explain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I would like to believe there is life on other planets.  it's hard to imagine that in all the universe we are the only ones here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8).What was your favorite television show when growing up and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: center;" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;TJ Hooker.. Capt Kirk and Heather Locklear.. what a great combo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9). Tell us of a loved one no longer with us, and explain how their death has changed your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;That would have to be my Grandmother.  she taught me how to stand up for myself and keep fighting until you have nothing left, then take another swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10). You have one day to live…how is it spent?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sitting on a beach, watching the tides, drinking a Pina Colada and just relaxing for a change.... who am I kidding.. i'd probably hosting a ninja midget UFC battle royal and then a after party and "have sex till I die" bash.. ( the ninja midgets wouldn't be invited.. they still creep me out too much..hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-5833626313548636088?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5833626313548636088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=5833626313548636088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/5833626313548636088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/5833626313548636088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2009/08/mark-cray-actor.html' title='Mark Cray - Actor'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sn2aGNx8xvI/AAAAAAAAEro/xYSbqz8hhsQ/s72-c/Mark+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-6412960041112317577</id><published>2009-05-31T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:00:47.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greg (The Rock &amp; Roll Preacher) Glatz, and Marlo Boux - Hosts of Godtalk on CJOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SiMhBXL4tXI/AAAAAAAAEDs/cl6bQbNJJyo/s1600-h/git02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SiMhBXL4tXI/AAAAAAAAEDs/cl6bQbNJJyo/s400/git02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342149890278995314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Godtalk - Shedding a little light on the darkness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cjob.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On CJOB680 Sundays from 9pm - 11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rock &amp;amp; Roll Preacher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reverend Greg Glatz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SiMinZCe8RI/AAAAAAAAED0/4gV-x28SfIs/s1600-h/Greg0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SiMinZCe8RI/AAAAAAAAED0/4gV-x28SfIs/s400/Greg0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342151643123085586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.rocknrollpreacher.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rev. Greg Glatz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is lead producer for the &lt;a href="http://blog.rocknrollpreacher.com/"&gt;Rock 'n' Roll Preacher Production Co.&lt;/a&gt; He also pastors &lt;a href="http://www.coolbaptist.com/"&gt;Central Baptist Church&lt;/a&gt; in Winnipeg and plays lead guitar for several music projects, including the Royal Unruh Band and the B-side Apostles with CJOB's Larry Updike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg is pursuing doctoral studies in postmodern missiology at George Fox University in Portland, OR. He previously completed a B.A. in ancient/medieval history and languages at the University of Manitoba and a M.Div. at North American Baptist Seminary. Greg was a contributing author to Leonard Sweet’s 2008 book, &lt;i&gt;Church of the Perfect Storm&lt;/i&gt; and has been an ongoing contributor to &lt;i&gt;ChristianWeek&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rock and Roll Preacher has one amazing wife, two incredible kids, and twelve rockin' guitars. You can find him Sunday mornings down at the church house, or tune into the GodTalk Radio Show on Sunday nights from 9-11 on CJOB 68 or &lt;a href="http://corusmedia.media.streamtheworld.com/player/Player.htm?id=cjobam&amp;amp;city=Winnipeg&amp;amp;bdskey=&amp;amp;url=http://www.cjob.com&amp;amp;platform=EMMISAM&amp;amp;active=true%22"&gt;streamed live&lt;/a&gt; on the world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). Let’s talk addiction and habit. Share with the audience some of yours. Don’t be shy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an addictive personality. I get wasted on whatever I’m doing. Been addicted to a lot of things over the years. Alcohol was the worst. Guitars was (is) the best. I’m never addiction free. Best thing I can do is short-circuit all my other addictions with an addiction to Jesus. It's life or death for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2). Lets say reincarnation exists, what most likely were you in your past life and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If my present life is any indication of my past one, I was probably a bull. Not allowed in china shops. This time round, the bull got a church, a band, and radio station instead of a bullpen. What was God thinking?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3). What is your stand on the legalization of marijuana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Legalize marijuana. Criminalize cigarettes. Jail big tobacco CEO’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4). If you could be a kid for one day back in the era of your youth, what would you spend the afternoon doing? What would you have for lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ummm … I never grew up. I spend the afternoons doing what every kid dreams of doing: reading, writing, talking, listening to music, playing guitar. Lunch? Think I’d skip the SPAM and “meat spread” of my childhood days. I’d have Chef Boyardee beef ravioli. And an Orange Crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5). What song do you love though it totally contradicts your personality? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Silly Love Songs by Paul McCartney and Wings. Caught a lot of flack for liking it back then. Will catch a lot of flack now. (My rocker cred is dead.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6). Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My scariest nightmares are all variations on the same theme. I’m trying to run as fast as I can and I’m getting nowhere. Usually accompanied by waking up gasping for air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7). What do you miss most about being a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;See reference above to Chef Boyardee beef ravioli. That and Dodge station wagons: I miss “miles per hour”, 8 cylinder motors, and green vinyl car seats. Most of all, I miss driving for the sake of driving. My dad did it all the time when we were kids. I’m rediscovering the road these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8). If you could have dinner with any deceased celebrity, who would it be and what would the conversation regard? What would you order?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I’d dine with a band of dead celebrities. I'd love to hear them talk to each other. Here’s what I’d say to each one .... Duane Allman: “Stay off the motorcycle today, bro.” John Entwhistle: “At your age, it’s one or the other: coke OR the stripper, not both.” John Bonham: “God made you a drummer for a reason – keep a drumstick in each hand; leave the Vodka bottle alone.” Freddie Mercury: “Pick one.” Miss all these guys. If we could have dinner together, it would be BBQ. Catered by Lovey’s on Marion St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9). Do you have any tattoos? What’s the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tattoo planned for summer 2009. Working on the design now. Located somewhere on the left arm? (I'll put it some place I can show people!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10). Tell us about the happiest time of your life. That single moment where everything made sense…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't think anything makes me happier than hearing "I'll do it". I think the happiest moment of my life always lies ahead. I'm always looking for the next high (see answer to first question).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;THE JOYFUL CHRISTIAN WIFE&lt;br /&gt;MARLO BOUX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SiMiqaB0JoI/AAAAAAAAED8/e0Dm4e7fAFM/s1600-h/Marlo0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SiMiqaB0JoI/AAAAAAAAED8/e0Dm4e7fAFM/s400/Marlo0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342151694928324226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Marlo Boux(prn. "books") is a wife and mother of three children. She's been a producer with the Rock 'n' Roll Preacher Production Co. since March 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Marlo has a B.A. double major in Sociology and Justice and Law Enforcement from the University of Winnipeg. Before deciding to stay home with her children in 2005, Marlo worked as a case coordinator, behavioral therapist, and youth case manager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Marlo comes from very creative and musical roots - her mother is an artist and singer-songwriter. Her father, Bill Wallace, played bass with The Guess Who from 1972-1975 and again from 1999-2003. Marlo didn't pursue a career in music so she channels her creative genes into writing, radio, business, and leadership skills development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Feisty, generous, loyal, honest, Spirit-led, intelligent, hard-working, quirky, and compassionate are words others have used to describe Marlo. If asked to describe herself, Marlo says she is a strange mix of Bree Van de Kampe, Xena the Warrior Princess, and Lisa Ling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Marlo is currently pursuing a Christian Ministry diploma through the International School of Ministry (Vision International University) and hosts her own blog at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://joyfulchristianwife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;joyfulchristianwife.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. Marlo and her blog have been featured in the Blog Catalog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" target="_blank" href="http://blog.blogcatalog.com/blogcatalog-spotlight/in-the-bc-spotlight-marlo-boux-author-of-the-joyful-christian-wife/"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1). Let’s talk addiction and habit. Share with the audience some of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yours. Don’t be shy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have a very addictive personality.  In my teens and 20s I definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;had issues with binge drinking.  I don't have any issues with having a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;drink here and there but my hard and fast rule is that we don't keep a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stash of alcohol in the house - we buy for the ocassion at hand and no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;more.  Of course an addictive personality can have its positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;applications too!  I am addicted to reading and learning.  It is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;unheard of for me to tear through 3-6 books per month - strictly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;non-fiction.  No offense James!!  The demands of university ruined me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in terms of recreational reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2). Lets say reincarnation exists, what most likely were you in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;past life and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmmm, I probably would have been a Siamese cat.  Stealthy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;calculating, resourceful, loyal.  Impatient and a wee bit snobbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hopefully I would be doing a better job of life this time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3). What is your stand on the legalization of marijuana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think it should be decriminalized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The justice system is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;overburdened as it is.  Here is my deal: I can teach my kids the pros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and cons of drugs myself.  I don't need it to be criminalized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Smoking and drinking can be even more harmful, in my opinion, yet they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;are legal.  The court dockets should be filled with more pressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4). If you could be a kid for one day back in the era of your youth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what would you spend the afternoon doing? What would you have for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I would play marbles and baseball with my friends.  Then I would go to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the mall and buy a hideous pair of jelly shoes.  Remember those??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*Shudder*.  I would definitely have a peanut butter sandwich and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;glass of milk for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5). What song do you love though it totally contradicts your personality? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dirt off your shoulder by Jay-Z.  The lyrics?  So not me (well not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anymore).  But the beat is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6). Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I used to have repeat nightmares and they were all the same.  I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;myself in the middle of the ocean totally alone.  No boat, no life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;jacket.  Treading water.  I would look around and see fins slicing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;through the water, circling around me.  Then they would disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They would reappear and come closer and closer.  I was totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;helpless.  I would always wake up before I was actually attacked.  I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sometimes had these nightmares 2-3 times per week and this went on for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;four years.  Sharks were my Freddy Krueger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7). What do you miss most about being a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I miss spending weekends with my grandma Mary.  She made everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fun!  We made popcorn, went for nature walks at St. Vital park, did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;crafts, puppet shows, watched the River Rouge go by at night and spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a lot of time rolling down the hills by the St. Vital bridge off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kingston Row.  We spent a lot of time at the museum and art gallery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She didn't have a TV - I never missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8). If you could have dinner with any deceased celebrity, who would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it be and what would the conversation regard? What would you order?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Michael Hutchence.  And the conversation would be "What the HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dude!?!  WHY did you do that?"  Oh, and I would ask him what his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;favorite INXS memory was.  I would order something girly and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;predictable like a salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9). Do you have any tattoos? What’s the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have always wanted a tattoo.  Yet, the more practical side of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;questions why I would PAY for pain.  I've given birth three times.  No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;need to go seeking it out.  Yet, I will never say never :)  I look at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my life now and cannot believe where it is going.  So I wouldn't rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;out a tattoo.  But it would still have to make sense when I'm 70.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10). Tell us about the happiest time of your life. That single moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;where everything made sense…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow, that is a tough question.  I would love to say it was when I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;married or when I became a mother but it seems too cliche.  I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;always been a bit on the melancholy side.  I spent 20 or more years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dealing with depression on the inside while hiding it from everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;with a bright and shiny (mostly) exterior.  All appeared well on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;outside but I was in a dark place on the inside.  I think the happiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;time for me - when it all made sense - was when I realized that I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;healed from depression and no longer needed medication to make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'normal'.  I think the day I realized that life could be colorful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;instead of constant shades of grey was a major epiphany for me.  It is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kind of like being born with really poor vision.  You have no point of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;reference of what it means to really see clearly.  You think murky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;outlines is how everyone sees.  That is, until you put on a pair of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;glasses.  A whole new world opens up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-6412960041112317577?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6412960041112317577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=6412960041112317577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/6412960041112317577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/6412960041112317577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2009/05/greg-rock-roll-preacher-glatz-and-marlo.html' title='Greg (The Rock &amp; Roll Preacher) Glatz, and Marlo Boux - Hosts of Godtalk on CJOB'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SiMhBXL4tXI/AAAAAAAAEDs/cl6bQbNJJyo/s72-c/git02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-6513040457947161836</id><published>2009-04-30T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:39:37.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PUSHING DAISIES - Guitarists Curtis Paull &amp; James Roth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SfpUGwyd4hI/AAAAAAAAEB0/DsBXpLj5KOI/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SfpUGwyd4hI/AAAAAAAAEB0/DsBXpLj5KOI/s400/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330665584098927122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The band  to watch for in 2009...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;The Pushing Daisies' new album "YOUR DEVILS AND YOUR  ANGELS" is set for a May 2009 release. The new record is a great representation  of a typical Pushing Daisies jam session, loud bluesy rock n' roll - ONLY ONE,  HARD TO LOVE A LIAR, MISSISSIPPI, funk - BREAK THE FALL, TELEKINESIS, dance rock  - WAKE UP MARY, ballads - DROWNING, EmptyLonelyGone, and two tracks featuring  Rapper Bubba B the MC - BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR and RIDE. New album available  NOW on itunes and Amazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SfpWDojOUpI/AAAAAAAAEB8/HN4irYPilwk/s1600-h/PD+-new02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SfpWDojOUpI/AAAAAAAAEB8/HN4irYPilwk/s400/PD+-new02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330667729371157138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"  &gt;1). If you  had to be stranded on a desert island for a year, name the top five albums you  would want to have with you to pass the time (not including your own!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Curtis" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Van Halen - Van Halen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aerosmith - Toys In The  Attic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Kiss - Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Alice In Chains -  Facelift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Eric Clapton - Unplugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"James"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ben Harper - Live From Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:130%;" &gt;R.H.C.P. - Blood Sugar Sex Magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pearl Jam - Vs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:130%;" &gt;Live - Throwing Copper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Black Crowes - Southern Harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2). What would you do if Elvis showed up on your doorstep and told you he  was still alive but needed you to keep it a secret? Would you do it? Could he  live in your basement? Is there an advantage to Elvis dwelling in your laundry  room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Curtis" &lt;/span&gt;- Ummm, actually this  happened...having said that, I guess I can't keep a secret....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"James"&lt;/span&gt; -  I could keep it a secret and hell yeah  he could stay, I play rock n' roll, he's the king of rock n' roll, so he could  give me daily rock n' roll lessons, share a bit of his mojo and I'd get a deep  fryer and reward him with deep fryed peanut butter and banana  sandwiches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3). What was the worst job you’ve ever had? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SfpbaVIWXdI/AAAAAAAAECM/xwx0GpGNcsQ/s1600-h/Curtis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SfpbaVIWXdI/AAAAAAAAECM/xwx0GpGNcsQ/s400/Curtis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330673616853294546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Curtis"&lt;/span&gt; - Man, I have had some  brutal jobs, my worst ever was cleaning bricks...You actually take old bricks  and hammer off the mortar so they can be recycled...I got paid 5 cents a  brick...I lasted one day and my cut was about 6 bucks....my hands bled for a  week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"James"&lt;/span&gt;  - I was an after bar custodial engineer,  cleaning up bar bathrooms from 2:00 till 10:00 A.M. Lasted one night and  never came back. Learned something that night.....drunk woman are WAY more messy  than drunk guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"  &gt;4).What was  your favorite television show when growing up and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Curtis"&lt;/span&gt; - Simpsons, there is no show that will  ever touch The Simpsons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"James"&lt;/span&gt; - Dukes of Hazzard by a mile, Bo, Luke,  the General Lee and of course DAISY!!! Plus all that banjo music just felt  good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5). You wake up on the set of Mork and Mindy. They invite you  for a threesome. Its TV land, nobody is going to know. Are you in or out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SfpZnDMzZ0I/AAAAAAAAECE/OswD3pAuIrY/s1600-h/CPJRPD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SfpZnDMzZ0I/AAAAAAAAECE/OswD3pAuIrY/s400/CPJRPD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330671636355180354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Curtis"&lt;/span&gt; - Out - Robin  Williams is too nuts!!  He scares me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"James"&lt;/span&gt; - So OUT, the  thought of accidently crossing swords with Popeye would ruin me for life,  wouldn't mind waking up on the set of Threes Company though, ya know,....Jack's  out at the Regal Beagal getting drunk with Larry and it's just Janet,  Chrissy and.......well you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6). Had any interesting experiences meeting other  musicians/celebrities? Do tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Curtis"&lt;/span&gt; - I never kiss  and tell, sorry!  See Britney, I can keep a secret!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"James"&lt;/span&gt; - we were out  in Toronto playing a Canadian Music Week after party and everyone was just  hammered, we hung out and jammed with lots of cool musicians like Our  Lady Peace, The Tea Party, Trailor Park Boys, it was wicked. So anyways we're  playing and this dude walks in dressed in silk pajamas, sits down and just  listens to our whole set, pounding shots the whole time. I'm convinced  it's Bob Geldolf. After we're done I go say hi and he's pretty cool, kind  of out of it, I tell him I dig his work, he thanks me, I tell him how  amazing Live Aid was, he agrees, I ask him if he would ever put on another Live  Aid, he just stares at me for like 2 minutes and finally says.."Who  the f*ck do you think I am, get away from me you stupid monkey"   Well I go to the bar and Mike who plays Bubbles on Trailor Park Boys is  there also, I tell him what just happened, he grabs his Coke Glasses  from his pocket, hands me a beer, goes into Bubbles character and  says.... "you just called superstar producer Don Was Bob Geldolf, you  really are a stupid monkey". And that was that. I stayed hidden at the bar till  "Bob" left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7). If you could be a kid for one day back in the era where  you grew up, what would you spend the afternoon doing? What the hell would you  have for lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sfpbj5WyKcI/AAAAAAAAECU/QQ5234YDn7s/s1600-h/James01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sfpbj5WyKcI/AAAAAAAAECU/QQ5234YDn7s/s400/James01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330673781196335554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Curtis"&lt;/span&gt; - I would ride  my BMX and then hit the arcade for the day and head to Juniors for lunch of  course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"James"&lt;/span&gt; - I'd be in  North End Winnipeg on my front steps with my friends cranking my Motley  Crue Shout At The Devil cassette over and over again on my killer big ass Sanyo  Ghetto Blaster, probably nuke a couple pizza pops, or chili pops which also  ruled back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8). If you could have dinner with any living or deceased rock  star in the world, who would it be, and what would the conversation regard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Curtis" &lt;/span&gt;- I would  spend the day with Steven Tyler, I am a huge Aerosmith fan and I am sure he has  a few good stories!  I have some good song ideas that Steven and I could  work on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"James"&lt;/span&gt; - Well since  Elvis is already living with me, I would choose Angus Young.  First I'd ask him for some cool Bon Scott stories, then we'd talk about how  many Gibson SG's we have between the two of us, aprox 750 of them(2 of which are  mine) Then I'd ask for a lesson(cause I would bring a guitar to dinner of  course) Then I'd get him drunk enough to agree to have us open up their Winnipeg  show, hell their whole tour actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"  &gt;9). What was the last  concert you attended, was it worth the price of admission? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Curtis"&lt;/span&gt; - My last concert was Def Leppard / Billy  Idol...They brought the house down, Steve Stevens can play!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"James"&lt;/span&gt; - Think it was Lenny Kravitz, it was amazing, he  rules, his band rules, probably my favorite concert ever. plus he got pissed off  at his crew and launched a piano off the stage. I wanna launch a piano off  the stage, wish we had a piano player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:180%;"  &gt;10). You have one day to  be invisible? Where do you go perv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;style&gt; .ExternalClass p.EC_MsoNormal, .ExternalClass li.EC_MsoNormal, .ExternalClass div.EC_MsoNormal {margin-bottom:.0001pt;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:'Times New Roman';} .ExternalClass p.EC_MsoBodyText, .ExternalClass li.EC_MsoBodyText, .ExternalClass div.EC_MsoBodyText {margin-bottom:.0001pt;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-weight:bold;} .ExternalClass p.EC_MsoBodyText2, .ExternalClass li.EC_MsoBodyText2, .ExternalClass div.EC_MsoBodyText2 {margin-bottom:.0001pt;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-style:italic;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in;} .ExternalClass div.EC_Section1 {page:Section1;}  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Curtis"&lt;/span&gt; -  Only one day,  bummer, BUT..where do I not go, that is a better question!!!!  Actually  this happened to me also....I am working on my book, you can read it one  day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"James"&lt;/span&gt; - I'd probably sneak down to  my basement and see what Elvis is doing to my poor cat, she just hasn't been the  same since the king moved in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Pushing Daisies are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Curtis Paull - Guitars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;James Roth - Guitars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Roland Cote - Vocals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Darren Burtniak - Drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Discography:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Pretending to be Famous - 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;How it Makes You Feel - 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;C'Mon C'Mon - Official song on the 2006 Grey  Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Your Devils And Your Angels - 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pushingdaisies.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Pushing Daisies Official Site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/pushingdaisies"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Pushing Daisies Myspace Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-6513040457947161836?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6513040457947161836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=6513040457947161836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/6513040457947161836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/6513040457947161836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2009/04/pushing-daisies-guitarists-curtis-paull.html' title='THE PUSHING DAISIES - Guitarists Curtis Paull &amp; James Roth'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SfpUGwyd4hI/AAAAAAAAEB0/DsBXpLj5KOI/s72-c/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-4240382501501981837</id><published>2009-04-08T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:17:17.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jade Perez - Creator of Nightmarish Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1L0wTVVtI/AAAAAAAAEAI/5-OHlEcMjVM/s1600-h/Jade+Perez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1L0wTVVtI/AAAAAAAAEAI/5-OHlEcMjVM/s400/Jade+Perez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322493704313067218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Welcome to the dark side! Jade Perez is the doll creator from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.newagedolls.com/" target="_blank"&gt;newagedolls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;. She loves all things evil in life and it obviously shows in her work. These are not your average kiddie dolls. These are hellish, tortured souls.  These dolls are definitely conversation starters or the beginning of your bad dreams. Check out Jades work at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.newagedolls.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.newagedolls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; or chat with her at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.myspace.com/newagedolls" target="_blank"&gt;www.myspace.com/newagedolls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/newagedolls"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1). If you could have dinner with any artist in the world, who would it be, living or dead. What would you talk about and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;God, I dunno! Martha Stewart. I would love to make cupcakes and aprons with her! Haha jk. I'd say any dark themed artist. I would love to get into their heads to see how they really think and just chat it up about anything horror/gore related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2). If you had to be stranded on a desert island for a year, name the top five movies you would want to have with you to pass the time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Hmm, none since most likely there isn't any power to run the tv/movie BUT if there was I would take:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning. Well maybe not this one, it might make me paranoid being stranded alone! How about Beetlejuice &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Who Framed Roger Rabbit &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Shaun of The Dead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;28 Weeks Later&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1IbMLXKAI/AAAAAAAAD_4/1T3GYVfIn3Q/s1600-h/l_22e8fe490b0e4acda79f525cff7a7eeb.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1IbMLXKAI/AAAAAAAAD_4/1T3GYVfIn3Q/s400/l_22e8fe490b0e4acda79f525cff7a7eeb.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322489966584342530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3).What do you fear worse than death(if anything)? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I fear hundreds of spiders running after me, OH GOD the horror! I am scared to death of spiders ever since my brothers lit them on fire and through them at me when I was a kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4).Have you ever been in a fist-fight? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Uhm, not really. Well one time at the mall a girl punched me in the face because I was hanging out with her race and not mine. Talk about racism hey.. I kicked here then ran for security because I didn't want my money stolen lol... I got a nice black eye out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1IXq8ajXI/AAAAAAAAD_w/3sgDwrympbA/s1600-h/l_20f99b1cdeb712fe4d7c26e57c1297a5.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1IXq8ajXI/AAAAAAAAD_w/3sgDwrympbA/s400/l_20f99b1cdeb712fe4d7c26e57c1297a5.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322489906123672946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5). If the world were over run with zombies, where would you seek safety and what earthly belongings would you require to remain sane?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;HA! I wouldn't need a safe zone. In 28 Weeks Later the mom/son survived because they had different colored eyes and dun dun dun! I have 2 different colored eyes. So I guess I would just chill with the zombies, make friends, have some drinks and teach zombie doll making classes. Sounds like a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;6). What song repulses you so terribly; you want to tear your hair out when you hear it? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Any, I repeat, ANY country music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1IS-lqwoI/AAAAAAAAD_o/y1Xb0lFVuIk/s1600-h/l_2eade2fc886a2bb2500c4b5330f15c2e.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1IS-lqwoI/AAAAAAAAD_o/y1Xb0lFVuIk/s400/l_2eade2fc886a2bb2500c4b5330f15c2e.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322489825497629314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7). Do you have any tattoos? What’s the story?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Sure do. I have a blue lizard on my leg, I love reptiles! A tribal like dragon on my foot and I have a symbol on my wrist that I have been drawing since I was a kid. My husband also has the same tattoo on his wrist. We don't like fancy jewelry so the tat is supposed to represent our wedding ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;8). What was your favorite television show when growing up and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;My Little Pony and Ninja Turtles. I don't remember why I liked My LIttle Pony but I loved the Turtles because they were cool and I had a crush on Splinter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1IeYSvtUI/AAAAAAAAEAA/cQn7bihqasg/s1600-h/l_68edb2700f770afe80664b5d4c5fd036.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1IeYSvtUI/AAAAAAAAEAA/cQn7bihqasg/s400/l_68edb2700f770afe80664b5d4c5fd036.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322490021376144706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;9). What is your greatest worry at this very moment?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;This very moment? Ehh, not much. Life is great =) I guess I worry that my cat Boris might commit suicide jumping from the balcony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;10). What was the worst job you’ve ever had? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Probably the first job I ever had, working at the newspaper plant. I had to stand for 7 hours putting paper into a machine, wait till it was bundled, then stack it all on a pallet. BORING! I quit that job after my first day. After that it was just retail and photo labs. They were just stressful. I am happy to say that I love my job now as a graphic designer / artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1MbIsTfMI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/Qdd8r0-mmzs/s1600-h/n622056468_2616290_1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1MbIsTfMI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/Qdd8r0-mmzs/s400/n622056468_2616290_1413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322494363695283394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-4240382501501981837?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4240382501501981837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=4240382501501981837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/4240382501501981837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/4240382501501981837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2009/04/jade-perez-creator-of-nightmarish-dolls.html' title='Jade Perez - Creator of Nightmarish Dolls'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sd1L0wTVVtI/AAAAAAAAEAI/5-OHlEcMjVM/s72-c/Jade+Perez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-7855346035273715549</id><published>2009-03-31T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:29:30.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darrell 'DWaRf' Millar - Heavy Metal Icon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SdLYjHXZ1tI/AAAAAAAAD-o/KFCgOMyHvaU/s1600-h/dm01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319552207662208722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SdLYjHXZ1tI/AAAAAAAAD-o/KFCgOMyHvaU/s400/dm01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Darrell 'DWaRf' Millar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;needs no introduction if you happen to be a headbanger who's waited in line, freezing your balls off, just to catch a glimpse of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.killerdwarfs.com/"&gt;Killer Dwarfs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;One quarter of the notorious Canadian Rockers, Darrell played the drums on classic Dwarf albums like Stand Tall, Big Deal, and Dirty Weapons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;As of late, Darrell has stepped out from behind the drum kit to front the band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.automan.ca/"&gt;Automan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will be playing a Conquer Cancer Concert on April 30th, 2009 at the Tattoo Rock Parlour in Toronto. Darrell was kind enough to take some time out of his busy schedule to entertain us with an Unconventional Interview that went something like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoBodyText, li.MsoBodyText, div.MsoBodyText  {margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:Arial;  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  font-style:italic;} p.ecmsonormal, li.ecmsonormal, div.ecmsonormal  {mso-style-name:ec_msonormal;  margin-right:0in;  mso-margin-top-alt:auto;  mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;  margin-left:0in;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1). If you could have one dinner with any deceased rock star in the world, who would it be, what would you order, and what would your conversation revolve around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;My cousin Jerry, drummer from Steppenwolf. Probably about my dad Bill Millar. We would eat meat of some kind. We are Scots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2). What do you miss most about being a child? If you could be a kid for one day, back in the era where you grew up, what would you spend the afternoon doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Playing road hockey. I would do this everyday at least 4 hours a day as a kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:130%;" &gt;What's the scariest thing you've ever seen, smelled, heard, touched or tasted on a tour bus? Yeah...it's a loaded question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Burnt rubber from the tires of the bus. I woke up choking one morning. The driver locked the wheels up on the Brooklyn Bridge. The bus was an old MCI and had windows open in the back lounge. Did me in. That answered all the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;4). You wake up in an episode of the Simpsons and have to murder one of the characters to get out. Which one is going be pushing daisies and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(Answered by Carleton Lockhart Guitarist of Automan)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Waking up in an episode of the Simpsons is fantasy #2. Murder is simply not going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5). What song puts a lump in your throat? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Uncle Albert, McCartney and Wings. Not really sure why, but it reminds me of my Grandmother. Pearl Millar, a Scot from Perth. Good women, long gone now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;6). What was the last major concert you attended? Was it worth the price of admission? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;AC/DC at the Rogers Center, Toronto Canada. 50,000 people sold out. Do I need to say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;7). Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare, you’ve ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;I don’t have nightmares. I always dream I am on tour. That is kind of a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;8). If you had to be stranded on a desert island for a year, name the top five albums you would want to have with you to pass the time and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Frank Zappa - Joes Garage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Aerosmith - Greatest Hits&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;ACDC - Powerage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Beatles - White Album&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Led Zeppelin - Physical Graffiti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Stuffed in my boot…Hank Williams Jr’s Greatest Hits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;9). What song do you love though it totally contradicts your personality, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Seal. Kiss From A Rose. When I lived in Long Beach, California in the late 90's, and drummed in a great band called Laidlaw, I would go down and hang on the beach for peace of mind. I would often listen to the local radio on headphones and catch some rays. That song was in heavy rotation at the time and really fit the beach and the sun and hot chicks. That kat can really sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;10). You have one day to live…how is it spent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Who hasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;t thought of that one at one time or another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt; Eating at In and Out burger. I don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Arial;" &gt;t fucking know man. Lets hope I don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t do that movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SdLhExiuLVI/AAAAAAAAD-4/Vk9332-KxJM/s1600-h/kdwarfskb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319561582012673362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SdLhExiuLVI/AAAAAAAAD-4/Vk9332-KxJM/s400/kdwarfskb2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To visit Darrell, just click &lt;a href="http://www.darrellmillar.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-7855346035273715549?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/7855346035273715549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=7855346035273715549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/7855346035273715549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/7855346035273715549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2009/03/darrell-dwarf-millar-heavy-metal-icon.html' title='Darrell &apos;DWaRf&apos; Millar - Heavy Metal Icon'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SdLYjHXZ1tI/AAAAAAAAD-o/KFCgOMyHvaU/s72-c/dm01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-1485637828279536619</id><published>2009-03-04T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:32:10.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garth Von Buchholz - Writer, Publisher, Pioneer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S27cyGotanI/AAAAAAAAE2w/l2DTWgPVpuQ/s1600-h/13+dark+poems+-+450h.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sa7OT7wHvcI/AAAAAAAAD60/3LCmD1YiggE/s1600-h/GBuchholz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309407852568755650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sa7OT7wHvcI/AAAAAAAAD60/3LCmD1YiggE/s400/GBuchholz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;Garth Von Buchholz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;is a writer of dark fiction, poetry, lyrics and drama. His work has been published in literary journals, performed to music, and produced for stage (but not for film).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;For 20 years Garth has also worked professionally as a non-fiction writer, reporter, editor, production designer and publisher. In the mid-1990s, he went into business as a Web designer, founding an Internet start-up that he later sold when he entered the corporate world as a senior Web manager for a major financial company. After that, he worked in a similar role for a municipal government organization. He is now president and chief usability analyst at DigitalPractices in Victoria, BC, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;His most recent work includes 13 Dark Poems, a self-published chapbook (available through his Website, Castle von Buchholz &lt;a href="http://vonbuchholz.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://vonbuchholz.com/&lt;/a&gt;); Captivated, a new poem to be published in Nefarious Ballerina; and, Thirst of a Thousand and Will the Circle Be Unbroken, two short stories that will appear in upcoming anthologies this year. Garth is the co-founder of the Dark Fiction Guild, a new association for writers, editors and publishers of dark fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;Garth can be contacted at &lt;a href="mailto:Castle@vonBuchholz.com"&gt;Castle@vonBuchholz.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;1) If you could have dinner with any writer in the world living or dead, who would it be and what questions would be on your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;This year is the 200th anniversary of the birth of Edgar Allan Poe, so as a long-time devotee of Poe, I would have to choose Eddy. I've read so many reliable books about him, different perspectives about who he was as a man, but that's never a substitute for your own impressions of someone. I'd want to know what happened to him in the last days of his life, when he was found on the streets of Baltimore, dressed in strange clothes, raving, yet not drunk by any means. I'd like to ask him what he would have written if his life had not ended so abruptly at the relatively young age of 40. I'd also like to ask him why he hadn't been more prudent about his relationship with his foster father John Allan so that he could have benefited from a some kind of inheritance. And I would &lt;i&gt;tell&lt;/i&gt; him, in the most grandiose terms, how his success as a writer, cultural icon, and key literary influencer is still burning brightly 200 years later, while many of the literary giants of his time (some of whom had been critical or condescending towards him) are either forgotten or irrelevant to modern readers. Who the hell would care if it were Longfellow's 200th anniversary this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;2) Tell us the scariest moment of your childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;It's actually a series of scares that were the same. I used to get hallucinations when I had a flu, and they were mortally terrifying to me. I'd see my bed sheets start moving rapidly or start thinking of numbers that would fly off to infinity, and I mean infinity where it felt as if my mind was rocketing into the black hole of the universe. Made me wonder if that was what death would be like someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;3) If you had to be stranded on a desert island for a year, name the top five albums/CDs you would want to have with you to pass the time and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Helvetica;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:536902279 -2147483648 8 0 511 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.ecmsolistparagraph, li.ecmsolistparagraph, div.ecmsolistparagraph  {mso-style-name:ec_msolistparagraph;  margin-right:0in;  mso-margin-top-alt:auto;  mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;  margin-left:0in;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt" class="ecmsolistparagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;You didn't say if I'd get a CD player and a solar-powered power source with it, otherwise that would be a cruel joke, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt" class="ecmsolistparagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Here are my top 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt" class="ecmsolistparagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;666 by Aphrodite's Child. A bizarre art/music performance project from a Greek band in the 70s that set the Book of Revelation to music. It's spooky, exciting, crazy, spiritual and awe-inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt" class="ecmsolistparagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beethoven piano sonatas performed by Rudolf Serkin. I've played them so many times that I've dreamed about the music. Whenever I hear other pianists play the sonatas, it just doesn't make me feel the same emotions. Ludwig would have loved Serkin's interpretations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt" class="ecmsolistparagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;A good "Various Artists" collection of classic Christmas tunes. I love traditional and modern Christmas music and would never want to spend a Christmas without filling my house…or desert island…with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt" class="ecmsolistparagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gretchen Goes to Nebraska by King's X. A masterpiece of hard rock, soaring vocals and harmonies and brilliant lyrics. One of my all-round favorite albums of all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-LEFT: 9pt" class="ecmsolistparagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5 Innocence Mission's first album (self-titled). It has gentleness, beauty and bittersweet emotion, all of which would be tonic to the soul if one were alone on an island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;4) What is your favorite song from the seventies and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;I think the 70s had the best films but most of the better known music from the 70s was a jukebox full of catshit. If I get nostalgic, I usually prefer the music of the 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;One song? OK. Wheels of Confusion, by Black Sabbath, off their Volume 4 album (when Ozzie was still with them). It's a slow, grinding song until the end, but it's just majestic, and it expresses a world-weary, existential view of life in a triumphant way: "So I've found that life is just a game, but you know there's never been a winner." I think if I were on my deathbed and you played Wheels of Confusion for me, it would bring me back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;5) Does death scare you? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;Enough that a speeding car headed my way will make my heart dance like Nureyev, but in a philosophical sense, no, I'm not afraid of death because I have faith in where I'm going. What scares me, honestly, is life, i.e., wasting my life, making the wrong decisions, ruining my health in increments, doing things to people that I know I will regret, missing moments with people and strangers that I should not miss, not achieving the things I know I should be achieving. Horror to me is reaching the end of your life, whenever that is, and suddenly it's all laid out before you like a storybook and you realize that you've taken something wonderful and rare and invaluable and thrown it on the trash heap of foolishness. It's a Blunderful Life. That's when the Devil laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;6).What is your greatest worry at this very moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;See #5 above. Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;7) What is your stand on the legalization of marijuana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;Legalization for medical purposes, yes; for recreational purposes, no. Now to all my pothead friends out there, I should elucidate. The thing I hate about drugs are what they do to people's lives, the lives of their families, and the lives of people in their communities. Now maybe pot is not really harmful or addictive; but the worst part of it right now is how it's rooted in crime. So, you say, if we legalized it for recreation, then organized crime wouldn't sell it anymore and the government would tax it like cigarettes or liquor. The part that still bothers me, though, is that even if you eliminate the criminal element, it's one more way people are polluting their bodies and minds and altering their normal behavior. I like to drink, but the by-products of booze are horrific. Do we really need one more way for families to get screwed up, one more way for drivers to be impaired on the road, one more way for healthy, young intellects to be addled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;8) Tell us of a loved one no longer with us, and explain how their death has changed your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;I'm torn about whether to talk about my Icelandic grandmother or my father, so I'll talk about my father since his death was more recent. He died several months after sustaining brain damage during heart surgery, which was ironic because one of his greatest fears was becoming "a vegetable." How can someone so alive be…not alive? That's the great mystery for all of us. My Dad was more of a traveller and an adventurer than I am. My father grew up in Nazi Germany and was conscripted as a child soldier at 15 years old (more of a navy cadet to be exact). His young life was horrendous, even after the end of the war, and then as a refugee to Canada he faced other challenges. Yet he always loved life, and was proud that he was smart enough to be a survivor. He liked a song called "I Hope You Dance," a country song about living your life to the fullest, and sent me posters of the lyrics before he died. After he died, the song kept ringing in my ears, and as a result, I decided to move to British Columbia, his home province, a somewhat risky move I had always dreamed of doing yet never had the guts to do before. "If you have the choice to sit it out or dance…dance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;9) Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare, you’ve ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;I've always wanted someone to ask me that. The one that's always stood out for me was a short yet vivid dream where three or four extremely violent creatures, demons I suppose, enter an ordinary person's home (while I am watching, as if through a peephole in the wall), and with supernatural speed and bestial ferocity, carve up the people in the house, tear everything apart and leave the home in smoldering ruins. Every time I read a story about soldiers invading a home in Iraq, see something on TV about criminals who murdered a sleeping family in their own home…or hear a noise outside my home….I think of that nightmare. Let's just say it left an indelible impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;10) You wake up on the set of Mork and Mindy. They invite you for a threesome. Its TV land, nobody is going to know. Are you in or out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;I'm out. Mindy was cute in an outdoorsy, Colorado way, but I'm not sure which would be scarier: listening to Mork's stream-of-consciousness commentary while I slalom Mindy's slopes, or wondering whether Mork &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica','sans-serif';"&gt;wants to do her or me next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sa7SaS_a_cI/AAAAAAAAD7E/PsIKP_bzHt8/s1600-h/13-dark-poems-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S27cyGotanI/AAAAAAAAE2w/l2DTWgPVpuQ/s1600-h/13+dark+poems+-+450h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435524553615698546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/S27cyGotanI/AAAAAAAAE2w/l2DTWgPVpuQ/s400/13+dark+poems+-+450h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-1485637828279536619?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1485637828279536619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=1485637828279536619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/1485637828279536619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/1485637828279536619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2009/03/ga-buchholz-writer-publisher-pioneer.html' title='Garth Von Buchholz - Writer, Publisher, Pioneer'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sa7OT7wHvcI/AAAAAAAAD60/3LCmD1YiggE/s72-c/GBuchholz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-3704818666480047647</id><published>2009-03-03T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:41:48.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassandra Faye - Actress, Model and Nurse Casescenario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sa3ptruxt_I/AAAAAAAAD6M/aIoAyWWs3xc/s1600-h/l_76595ff9846b444aab92c42f63eaf5a1.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/Sa3ptruxt_I/AAAAAAAAD6M/aIoAyWWs3xc/s400/l_76595ff9846b444aab92c42f63eaf5a1.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309156506781988850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Cassandra is a very talented young model and actress ready to take on the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1). Tell us the scariest moment of your childhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I’m not sure if it’s the scariest moment ever but there is one incident that really stands out.  I was raised on a farm in small town Minnesota.  This farm had horses and a pasture. Well, one day I was being a dumb kid and thought I would spook them!  I was running around being obnoxious and at one point one of the horses had enough!  The thing chased me all through the pasture! I was very very close to not getting away. I was about 8 years old and the animal was more than 5 times my size! It was terrifying! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;2). If you had to be stranded on a desert island for a year, name the top five movies you would want to have with you to pass the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;1. Shaun of the Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;2. Batman Returns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;3. Slither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;4. Liar Liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;5. Evan Almighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;I would choose all horror but if I was stranded somewhere I would want something that makes me laugh. Something as far away from reminding me of impending doom as possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;3). Do you believe in ghosts? Have you ever seen one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I believe we are not alone on this planet and that things outside our vision exist. I am a born again Christian so I don’t believe in wandering spirits. Actually, I believe that there are things much more terrifying than an average ghost! I have sensed these things but I can’t say that I’ve really seen anything outside of my dreams! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4).What was the worst job you’ve ever had? Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;McDonald’s………..need I say more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;5). Tell us about your happiest moment in the past year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Putting together my movie! I am actually in this process right now and it is one of the most exciting things I’ve endeavored. I am overjoyed at the idea of putting together my own cinematic production! So many people are supporting me. I am truly blessed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;6). You have one day to live…how is it spent? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, if it were a workday I would for sure call in sick! Then I would get together everyone I love and spend it at the beach. Ever since I was little, I’ve found something incredibly soothing about the water. Nothing is more important to me than my family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;7). If reincarnation exists, what most likely were you in your last life and why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A cat. There is no question in my mind. They are independent, feisty, playful, and loving all in one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;8). What is your greatest worry at this very moment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Why is my car acting up? Where should I go to get it fixed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;9). Have you ever stolen something (hearts don’t count)? If so, tell us why and explain the circumstances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Haha! I used to steal from my childhood local grocery store more often than I’d like to admit! One time I stole a package of cheese and crackers. Turns out the owner was following me the whole time! When I got out of the store, he asked for them back. I got all flustered and said I forgot to pay for them! He, uh, did not believe me and forbade me from the store! It was quite the punishment being that it was the only grocery store in a 15-mile radius! I did not steal again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10). What do you miss most about being a child? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;The carefree innocence and blissful ignorance. Life was so much simpler when everyone else took care of the red tape and all you were concerned with was having fun! I still have fun but there are so many ‘grown up’ things to worry over! 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Heluk - Writer of Dark Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SZBiEzlnH7I/AAAAAAAAD4U/kfwTiz4vamg/s1600-h/J.M.+Heluk.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SZBiEzlnH7I/AAAAAAAAD4U/kfwTiz4vamg/s400/J.M.+Heluk.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300844596122034098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/James/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Franklin Gothic Medium"; 	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 1 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;J.M. Heluk is an affiliate member of The Horror Writers  Association (HWA). She has been published alongside top authors like Jack Ketchum,  Joe R. Lansdale, Poppy Z. Brite &amp;amp; other Bram Stoker recipients. Her bag is "the anthology" as she is a product of Twilight Zones, 1970's  horror mags and Tales from the Crypt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;1). If you could have dinner with any writer in the world, who would it be and what would your dinner conversation consist of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Far off from the short, machine gun blast sentences of E.B. Strunk &amp;amp; White’s methodology of writing; under-rated, considered wordy and perhaps a bit boorish; the author which one can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;find a book of his on any chain bookstore shelf, my dinner guest would be the great Ramsey Campbell. The master of setting a scene, creating mood with such a descriptive flair it forces readers to recall his visions well after the lights go out, I would ask Ramsey for technical tips. He’s just that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;2). Is there anything you fear worse than death? Tell us why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;For me, there is no greater fear than death; the finality of it, and the utter cold and darkness it brings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;3). If you had to be stranded on a desert island for a year, name the top five books you would want to have with you to pass the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My top 5 books would all be blank. Sad to say but if I were stranded on an island for a year, I would finally have the time to write my own novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;4). Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It haunts me still, this recurring dream of a visit to an unfamiliar house on a summer afternoon. There is nothing to be afraid of. I tried to tell myself that but…years later…I have yet to be convinced. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I am upstairs on the second floor landing, peering into a bedroom. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This bedroom has a simple, old world elegance not often found these days. It is a bright, clean place and the curtains, all crisp lace, softly drift in on an amniotic breeze. There is a poster bed with carved pineapple finials; two matching night stands, a large Eastlake dresser topped by a scrolled pediment and wide-plank wood floors. It looks so inviting. The bed is flanked by these two windows. Rustling curtains give glimpses of blue sky beyond. It’s quiet. Lay down and sleep, I think, this is a fine place. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I find myself moving into the room, but curiously slow, cautiously. My trepidation feels so foolish, even in a sleep state. But in this place, standing at the foot of the bed, I am overtaken by a great sobering terror. Something unseen is coming…I can feel it, tumbling and spilling forth from some far darker place. Then it is here, behind me, spoiling this sunshiny place with its filth. I cannot face it. Cannot comprehend it. I can only feel its awful presence and the entire tone of the room shifts into menace. The curtains still blow, white clouds drift. I am conflicted by the illusion of innocence and struggle to wake, for I know if I do not, something will happen here, something so horrible I am unable to confront it, even as I sleep. I must wake up. I must and I know it. This is not an ordinary bedroom of lace curtains and antique finery. And this is no beautiful day. This is pure hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5). If the world were over run with zombies, where would you seek safety and what worldly possessions would you require to remain sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Interestingly enough, this is something I have given a great deal of thought to, and, more than once in my life. So much so, a friend gave me the book, The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t studied it as if this situation could really happen. My first thought would be to go out to the ocean on some house boat with plenty of supplies. But, supplies run out. Eventually you’d have to dock to replenish and we all know that comes with a great risk of being consumed. Plus, since Zombies are dead, they do not require air. Therefore I am sure they’d be able to travel underwater for great distances. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;So, I believe the safest place would be in some wild, mountainous, unpopulated region. I would need a fortress, a clear 360* vantage point an observatory tower and plenty of food. This must be far from society, away from ancient burial grounds or obviously, fresh ones.  The only worldly possession’s I’d need would be weaponry. Without it there would be no sanity. So I guess I’d be in the Hills of West Virginia.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;6). What is your favorite song from the seventies and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Cheap Trick…I Want you to Want Me. It’s just catchy&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7). If you could be a kid for one day back in the era where you grew up, what would you spend the afternoon doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The romantic in me would seek out my other half, my better half, a wonderful man named Robert who I am still so deeply in love with. I would spend the day in his company admiring him as a child. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The realist in me would return to that lazy summer afternoon on Central School’s playground where I had my first smoke; a bent and battered Winston, and I’d punch Kelaine Mack square in the face for clipping it from her stepfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;8). What was the last concert you attended; was it worth the price of admission? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Wildwood New Jersey, June, 2007. Beetles puttered through the air like small buzzing crafts. The sun shrank behind the waves and there, out on the boardwalk, fifty dollars was spent on two tickets. I treated myself and my mother to a night of Polkafest; 7 hours of non-stop Polka music, beer, food, dancing and the kind of laughing that’ll be remembered when I am old and gray. Oh yes, it was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;9). You have one day to be invisible, where do you spend it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have given this Invisibility thing nearly as much thought as the zombie question. I could lie and say I’d use my newly found power for something noble, like fighting crime or something. Real answer: I would creep into the homes of people I despise to A) watch every vile thing they do when they think they’re alone and B) Move objects around to freak them out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Wouldn’t everyone do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;10). You have a new President, what are your thoughts for the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I am a true poptomist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I coined that phrase, too. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I am optimistic that President Obama will move this country back into a more favorable position on the world stage, one where we can be admired when we do great deeds and be respected as we once were. I voted for the man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Unfortunately, I am also pessimistic. Two things frighten me. Ignorance and fanatical religion. Find one and the other is not far behind. Respected, admired by millions. A man of peace. And, he’s black. That bothers some deeply. I can only pray. God help us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SZBi9AVBniI/AAAAAAAAD4c/eOMg7Oq80Tw/s1600-h/l_1903b8a9b6344f02a98c74b040e99a5b.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SZBi9AVBniI/AAAAAAAAD4c/eOMg7Oq80Tw/s400/l_1903b8a9b6344f02a98c74b040e99a5b.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300845561614802466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=432172893"&gt;J.M. 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Heluk - Writer of Dark Fiction'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SZBiEzlnH7I/AAAAAAAAD4U/kfwTiz4vamg/s72-c/J.M.+Heluk.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-3259777852958298077</id><published>2009-01-11T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:21:41.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Virginia Brock - Up and Coming Scream Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SWonvzWVL6I/AAAAAAAAD04/_bE-z9cjVZ8/s1600-h/sarah02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SWonvzWVL6I/AAAAAAAAD04/_bE-z9cjVZ8/s400/sarah02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290084414491275170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi, my name is Sarah Virginia Brock. Although I’m becoming a scream queen, (and  proud of it!) I’m still a good Christian girl. I firmly believe you can have a  career and still serve the LORD! I started out as an extra in some films. Two  years ago, I finally got my big break with one of the lead roles in the film  Pretty Vacants. Since then, I’ve done another ten movies, four plays, some  modeling gigs, and a music video. I'm have another two films in the works for  this year. One of them is called Zen:Hunter. I’m also doing a murder mystery  dinner theatre show called Alabama Superstar! I just got engaged to a wonderful  man named Sean. We’ll be getting married next year.I also like to work with kids  and I’m very active in the fight against child abuse. A charity that I support  is called the John Croyle Big Oak Ranch. It has helped very much in this fight  to save our children. Although I am a Christian, please don’t think that I’m  judging you if you’re not. I’m so tired of “Christians” feeling like it’s their  job to condemn others. Leave the judging up to God! We need to respect each  other, even if we don’t always agree. In the end, we’re all human, we’re all  flawed, and we’re all good at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1).Tell us the scariest moment of your childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.....I remember one  time when I was 10, I was swimming in the pool in 3 feet of water, which was  marked. I went into the 4 foot part (which was unmarked) and I couldn't swim in  that! I tried to swim out of it but I couldn't. I kept looking over at my mom  hoping that she would look up from her book so she would see me. I would've  yelled but I couldn't lift my mouth from the water. By the grace of God my mom  looked over and she jumped in the water(with all her clothes on!) and got me  out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2).What song puts goose-bumps on your arm and takes you right back  to an earlier time in your life and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just One Person"-The Muppets. The  Muppets are not only an important part of my childhood, but my life as well.  They represent love, unity, hope, faith, respect, comedy, and fun!&lt;br /&gt;That song  is just so sweet and it does make you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3).What was the worst job  you’ve ever had? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! Where do I begin? I worked as a hostess for a  restaurant when I was 19. I only wanted 20 hours a week and they gave me 30. I  also work EVERY Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I usually closed on Fridays and  Saturdays. I also worked a lot of double shifts because they didn't have enough  people. I constantly had people complaining and people who wouldn't do their  job. I had gotten a part in a play and I needed them to work around my new  schedule, but they wouldn't. So, I quit. Trust me, I don't miss  it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4).You wake up in an episode of the Simpsons and have to murder one  of the characters to get out. Which one is going be pushing daisies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, I  love those characters! How about Skinner's mom? He needs to be off of her leash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5).Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare, you’ve ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any  nightmares I've had I've blocked out. I honestly don't remember the details of  this, but I had a nightmare that I had been taken advantage of by an older man.  All I could think of in that dream was what my then boyfriend would  say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6).Tell us of a loved one no longer with us, and explain how  their death has changed your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Brian died four years ago in a  car accident. It's one of those deaths that you never see coming. I was  heartbroken. The thing that I learned most from his life is to treat others with  respect. He ALWAYS did that. We got robbed of a wonderful man, but now he's in a  place where he can't get into another accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7).What song repulses you  so terribly, you want to tear your hair out when you hear it and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's  a very good question. As much as I'd love to diss this "singer", I feel bad  saying it. I'll just say that I hope she never puts an album out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8).Tell  us about your happiest moment in the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got engaged! I knew  that he and I would get married, but I didn't know when it would be, so I was  shocked! I can't wait to marry him later this month. I finally found the right  man that I'll be spending the rest of my life with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9). If you had to be  stranded on a desert island for a year, name the top five movies you would want  to have with you to pass the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Devil Wears Prada&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweeney  Todd&lt;br /&gt;3. The Muppet Movie&lt;br /&gt;4. Looney Tunes: Back in Action&lt;br /&gt;5. A  Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10).Have you ever cheated on a past love? Why did this happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have. He had  looked at porn behind my back and I couldn't get over it. I was so upset. I  tried to work things out with him, but I was heartbroken. So, I kissed another  guy. (It was only a peck, but it was still cheating.) I honestly did have  feelings for that guy, but I was still hurt by what he had done. I responded in  a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SWooMjwITiI/AAAAAAAAD1A/GilapUcE_KI/s1600-h/l_9760beb17c8aad30aa942b47d6d8e2d3.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SWooMjwITiI/AAAAAAAAD1A/GilapUcE_KI/s400/l_9760beb17c8aad30aa942b47d6d8e2d3.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290084908520721954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-3259777852958298077?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3259777852958298077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=3259777852958298077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/3259777852958298077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/3259777852958298077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2009/01/sarah-virginia-brock-up-and-coming.html' title='Sarah Virginia Brock - Up and Coming Scream Queen'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SWonvzWVL6I/AAAAAAAAD04/_bE-z9cjVZ8/s72-c/sarah02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-6511996854758138614</id><published>2008-08-14T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:34:28.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steven Marshall - Big Wheel at SNM Magazine and Published Writer of Horror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SKS_P1rrGII/AAAAAAAACkw/3z3-0TUxCDM/s1600-h/Steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SKS_P1rrGII/AAAAAAAACkw/3z3-0TUxCDM/s400/Steve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234518945740560514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="text" &gt;A top graduate of The Long Ridge Writers Association in Stamford Connecticut, Marshall established himself with published works in The National Library of Poetry and short stories in New Blood &amp;amp; Weird Tales magazine at age 25. He has also written a stageplay entitled "Deep in the Woods" which is currently featured in his new novel. His debut novel “Rituals of Terror” was published in 1995, but never released as the publisher went under. A decade later the original is republished and finally released. “The Dark Art of Wonder” is his latest theme collection of nightmarish tales. He just completed this follow up novel, separately titled and pending publication in 2008, which is a more evolved variation to the original novel of intertwining short stories. These are the only two novels Marshall has written and published to date, with a third underway. Marshall was born in Brooklyn, NY in 1970 and is currently residing in Florida with his wife, Samantha, who is his chief editor. Marshall has already been praised as the voice of horror’s future. According to New Blood &amp;amp; Weird Tales Magazine “If Stephen King is the emperor of horror, then Marshall is the law.” Marshall’s style is actually more in the tradition of a modern-day Poe or Lovecraft, where the darkest horror is in the mind. In fact, his strong visual imagery is likely to darken your daydreams, illuminate your nightmares and leave your mind disturbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1). If you could have dinner with any writer in the world, who would it be and what would you want to talk about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;EA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Poe. We’d re-”hash” the old times in great detail and pontificate life in some insomniac haze.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;We’d talk about the end of the world, I’m sure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2). What do you fear worse than death?Why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Taxes. No, just kidding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;That life will never end, that in some paralysis of conscientiousness, we continue in another form like the caterpillar is the body, death is the cocoon and the soul is but the butterfly. That we are on some conveyor belt of life eternal and the is no rest, no resolve, just a streaming continuum that lasts forever inflecting upon itself until we scream ourselves straight to insanity for infinity. Otherwise death sounds kind of cool. Why? because life has the word “if” in the middle of it and live is evil spelled backwards and life is the abbreviation of  Living In Fragile Existence. Death has the word “eat” in the middle of it, abbreviated: Decay Eating Away The Human, yet the act of eating is living. Did ya ever consider that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3). Tell us the scariest moment of your childhood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;8 yrs old, using the Ouija board alone and seeing it moving by itself, followed by a series of disturbing and unusual events.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4). If you had to be stranded on a desert island for a year, name the top five books you would want to have with you to pass the time.Tell us why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The Thesaurus, Webster’s Encyclopedia of dictionaries, Poe’s greatest collections, Best New Horror, and I’d have to say the SNM Horror Anthology. I’d also like to have one of my books to reflect upon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5). Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I could describe it in vivid detail but it would require 75 pages which is too long for the interview and it would give away the feature story in my new unpublished novel “The Dark Art of Wonder.” All I can tell you is the first story of the novel and it’s a long short story called “Soul Stealers.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6). If the world were over run with zombies, where would you seek safety and what would you need in great supply to remain sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I’d get some makeup and have James Cheetham do me up so I blend in with them. While they are out looking for brains, I’d have with me the 5 above books, vast supply of Corona, a big bag of weed, something to cure the munchies, and a laptop to create new issues of SNM Horror Mag on the side!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7). What song repulses you so terribly; you want to tear your hair out when you hear it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;That one with Whitney Houston from The Bodyguard “And IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII will always screech poooooooooo! Crack is whack, Whitney. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;8). If you could be a kid for one day back in the era you grew up in, how would you spend a typical afternoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Snow sledding down that frosty hillside down along the woodsy path and going all the way out on the frozen lake in Montrose, New York in 1978.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9). What is your greatest worry at this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Misspelling something here. Oh, wait, I’m thinking aloud! Um, losing all that you have by some random act of Fate, yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10). What song lyric sums you up best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;You’ll have to Google the lyrics as it’s mostly an unknown song/band but: Random Analysis by The Devin Townsend Band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SKTA9xt-YpI/AAAAAAAAClA/bhKwD2ETCF4/s1600-h/SNM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SKTA9xt-YpI/AAAAAAAAClA/bhKwD2ETCF4/s400/SNM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234520834462081682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/snmhorrormag/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SNM HORROR MAGAZINE LINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-6511996854758138614?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6511996854758138614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=6511996854758138614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/6511996854758138614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/6511996854758138614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2008/08/steven-marshall-big-wheel-at-snm.html' title='Steven Marshall - Big Wheel at SNM Magazine and Published Writer of Horror'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SKS_P1rrGII/AAAAAAAACkw/3z3-0TUxCDM/s72-c/Steve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-8133782167342166496</id><published>2008-07-21T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:19:49.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SnoMan -Intellectual Bassist for Voices of Anatole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You have to systematically create confusion, it sets creativity free.  Everything that is contradictory creates life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;– Salvador Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SIVg4RBj_4I/AAAAAAAACiA/1CMC2Eyb8tA/s1600-h/SnoMan9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SIVg4RBj_4I/AAAAAAAACiA/1CMC2Eyb8tA/s400/SnoMan9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225689462392225666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/snoman"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;SnoMan's Myspace Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today’s flavor believes in a staunch mixture of relaxation, inebriation, imagination and debauchery. Fan of a cold beer, the female figure and perhaps a nap after a long days’ work, perhaps our subject hasn’t forced himself to the outskirts of society. Instead, he lives within it content, even pleased to play the game. For now at least... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;SnoMan or Sno, as he is most well known among friends and fans, is a lover of beauty. It is this very beauty which motivates him throughout every moment of every day. The difference is not in his appreciation of beauty, but where he finds it...and that is everywhere. The beauty of art in our surroundings; to pause in any moment one can find the transcendent beauty of still life. Beauty through tragedy; a picture post mortem which brings wonder of the life before it and those connected to it. Even a photograph in which others would find only desolation, he relishes in that there is such beauty to behold. Not to mention his eagerness to experience the divine pleasure that can only be found through pain. The list could go on and on, but it is music that is his first and primary passion. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;SnoMan is the bassist for the band Voices of Anatole (VoA) based out of Charleston, West Virginia. Armed with a decade of experience and an insatiable desire to play for crowds; he finds himself most at home while on stage, inspired by insanity. Having only within recent months solidified their lineup; VoA is now on the verge of global conquest. Ok, perhaps not quite yet, but they are preparing themselves to make a move on the eastern seaboard and into the Midwest. So, make sure to keep an eye and an ear open, their mixture of madness and heavy metal may be just what you need to set your mind free from the bindings of your dull, normal existence.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm15c3BhY2UuY29tL3ZvaWNlc29mYW5hdG9sZQ==" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/MeltingSnoMan/Band%20Stuff/VOAembrace.gif" alt="Voices of Anatole" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1). If you could have dinner with any deceased rock star in the world, who would it be and what would you ask him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-First question...and the toughest one for me. There are a lot of great names that come to mind...many hard to pass up. However, if I'm gonna sit down and have a meal with someone and really spend some time talking to them, I want it to be someone I can relate to. I'm gonna have to go with "Dimebag" Darrel Abbot. I was never a huge fan of Pantera, but I always respected them. I would want to ask him how fucking awesome it felt to die on stage. Terrible and tragic, yes...but honestly, what better way is there to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;2).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; What do you fear worse than death?  Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-A normal life. The idea of having a boring job, two kids and a dog disgusts me. As a species we don't exist for the purpose of reproducing anymore. I need something greater in my existence. I want to party, I want to make a difference in peoples lives through entertainment and I want to hold tight to the good moments and let the bad slide past. I want more out of this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;3). Tell us the scariest moment of your childhood.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-The scariest moment of my childhood occurred when I was about four or five. I woke from sleep to find a terrifying image on my wall. Even with the darkness of night, as I can recall no light source, I saw before me a figure of shadow. To this day I can still firmly admit that I have never been more terrified. The figure was impossibly tall, far too tall for my childhood room and upon its head was a spiked crown of utter darkness. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Once I was able to move, I did what any child would have done in my position. I ran to mommy. The image that has stuck in my mind as strong as the black figure is that to combat this great force of evil, my mother placed this Cat in the Hat bookend in the place where I saw the abomination.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I slept that night with the confidence that my lord and savior Dr. Seuss was watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;4).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; How do you feel about the war in Iraq?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-The war in Iraq is complete bullshit. So is the war in Afghanistan. I understand the desire for retribution after the attacks for Sept 11th 2001, but our leaders have failed us. The "war" should have been fought through intelligence and small scale Special Forces attacks...find the right people and take them out. Instead we've sent thousands of Americans to their deaths. Lets not forget that some reports cite that casualties in Iraq reach over one million (ORB survey of Iraq war casualties). &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;We need to use our military to effect change in this world, yes, I believe that to be true. It's places like Zimbabwe, Chad and Sudan that need our support where officials are massacring their own people. These people are in desperate need of help, but no one is answering their call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;5).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; If you were &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;stranded on a desert island for a year, name the top five albums you would&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;need to have with you to pass the time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-If I were stranded on a desert island for a year, the five albums that I would want with me would include: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon as something I could relax and space out to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Lollipop Lustkill's My So Called Knife for its dark demented anger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-the soundtrack to Lord of the Rings for its wonderful orchestral soundscapes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Xploding Plastix's Amateur Girlfriends Go Proskirt Agents for is slightly off-kilter electron acid jazz &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;and finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Pink Floyd's Momentary Lapse of Reason...because I know I'd be pissed if I only had one Pink Floyd album to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;6).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; If the world were overrun with zombies, where would you seek safety and what would you need in great supply to remain sane?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Sanity? That's something I’m in short supply of as is. Retaining my sanity is not a concern of mine. Regardless, I'm from West Virginia, so I have an advantage should the dead begin to walk to the earth anytime soon. Though I didn't care for it, hunting is something I did growing up. Keeping meat on the table won't be easy, but I have some know-how as to how to do it at least. Farming is what I would have some difficulty with, but I may be able to locate enough supplies to sustain myself and others until we could figure it out enough. For protection, aside from guns I can thank having been previously very interested in medieval reenactment. This provides me with melee weapons training and some knowledge of armoursmithing. This would be helpful in defense and when we would need to scavenge for supplies. In the end, the biggest benefit to me would be that I'm in West Virginia. The population density is low here and there is abundant wildlife and resources. If things go to shit...find me up a hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;7).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; What song do you love though it totally contradicts your personality?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Orgasm = Love, by Psychostick. Though orgasm is an integral part, love also requires a mild to moderate serving of S&amp;amp;M, debauchery and tits.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;8).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; What was the last concert you attended, was it worth the price of admission?  Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-With as many shows as we play, it can be difficult to make it out to see a show. Even if the time is available, going out to a venue doesn't always sound so appealing, especially when few large bands come within 4 hours of my home. Still the last truly remarkable show I was at was when my band opened for Green Jelly. Do you even remember them? You should. With songs like the Three Little Pigs and Anarchy in Bedrock they were awarded a great deal of infamy during the 90's which included scoring a spot on the Dumb and Dumber soundtrack with their song The Bear went over the Mountain. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;These guys put on a show. With people running around in foam latex costumes, props flying and all around weirdness it can take a moment to appreciate what's really happening onstage, but you'll find yourself quickly sucked into the pandemonium. Prior to the second to last song, Bill Manspeaker the singer, called for everyone to come up on stage with him. I'll say I'm simply amazed that the stage held after one hundred people crammed themselves onto it. Manspeaker truly had the crowd. After rocking through another song with barely any room to move he asked everyone to sit down with him on the stage...and every last one of us did. Every drunken idiot pumped up by a night of hard rock and metal sat quietly as Bill Manspeaker and Green Jelly finished off their night. Now that was one hell of a show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;9). You wake up in an episode of The Simpsons and have to murder one of the characters to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  Which one is going be pushing daisies?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-If I wake in an episode of the Simpsons my main priority is going to be smoking up with Otto and going drinking with Willie. If find myself in a drunken stupor after a long mid-day of drinking scotch with Willie, I imagine if I came across Bart, he'd be the one biting the curb. After twenty odd years of his prepubescent antics, I've had enough. Sorry my spiky haired friend, your time has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;10). Tell us of a loved one no longer with us, and explain how their death has changed your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-In the past, I've never spoken about this friend except with those closest to me. It's been eight years now, so I think it's time that I start to let some of it go and stop hiding. I lost a dear friend to a self-inflicted gun wound. I'll never understand why...and I completely understand why. We were like brothers, though we knew each other for less than a year. I went to him. I was the benevolent sort and I'd never seen this guy hanging out with anyone, so I decided to be his friend. I discovered he did have friends, but he just did things his own way. That was something I could really appreciate. We became fast friends and hung out all the time. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I can't bring myself to go into all the details...but his choice to end his life may have been what saved mine. I shut myself down. I felt anger that there was no release for. My life changed direction, but I continued to live. The world has been a much darker place since that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm15c3BhY2UuY29tL3ZvaWNlc29mYW5hdG9sZQ==" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/MeltingSnoMan/Band%20Stuff/VOAGIF.gif" alt="Voices of Anatole" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-8133782167342166496?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8133782167342166496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=8133782167342166496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/8133782167342166496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/8133782167342166496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/snoman-intellectual-bassist-for-voices.html' title='SnoMan -Intellectual Bassist for Voices of Anatole'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SIVg4RBj_4I/AAAAAAAACiA/1CMC2Eyb8tA/s72-c/SnoMan9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-3649113761763465819</id><published>2008-07-16T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:50:44.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BubbbleFaery - Pin-up Model and Fun Loving Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Perhaps you are who you have always been...I am not.I am Bubbblefaery..ooOoo..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Says a beautiful fairy as she floats in the window, seemingly from out of nowhere. Smiling, she folds her wings and sits down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p face="courier new" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SH5OW_nZKTI/AAAAAAAACgw/8-wzva_dEp0/s1600-h/bubbbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SH5OW_nZKTI/AAAAAAAACgw/8-wzva_dEp0/s400/bubbbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223698774737103154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bubbblefaery grew up in Welland, a desolate steel town in Ontario, Canada. There she waitressed, and bartended, slinging beer until she received her diploma as a designer. Back then she dressed in suits and sold high end furnishes as well as interior designs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Recently she has relocated to England to be with the man she loves but has been through some interesting times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;“I became epileptic five years ago. That is when my life changed completely. I lost my memory for two weeks after multiple TC's. This is when I got a second chance to make the best of MY life. I cannot be administered regular treatment...therefore I am pretty messed up on medications and can be somewhat low on brainpower though quite edumicated. You can still dress me up and take me out for short periods of time.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She joked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 80's still rock in Bubbblefaery’s world: &lt;i&gt;“I wanted to be a Solid Gold Dancer when I was young—well, still do—really! &lt;/i&gt;She said and then added&lt;i&gt;. “I love to smile and I love to laugh and do so at myself quite often!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This eccentric woman still has a domesticated side too…kind of…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;“I love to garden even though I don't like dirt, or worms or snails or GIANT slugs...ewww! Icky things are just icky!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anything else you would like to share with us before the interview? (Stand back people!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Well,I am creative &amp;amp; I love unicorns! I freakin' love to dance! I sing horribly but still do it! I play the flute and belly dance and make sculptures. I like to golf but suck at it and all other sports. I got run over by an earth ball once!!! Do you have any idea how big those are? And how far you fly when they hit ya? I am way over sensitive...I am a nerdo &amp;amp; a geek, ditsy and clumsy! I am a natural redhead. I also have a bionic nose and I am not at all shy! I fall down a lot and say the weirdest things at the oddest times as well as asking the strangest questions.... builds character and humility! I think I am very funny. I also love photography and am lately re-discovering things such as my inner beauty as well as outer beauty, it has become somewhat of a project and documentary.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She exhales softly and adds.&lt;i&gt; “I am a fun and wonderful fairy.”&lt;/i&gt; The entire time she speaks she flutters about the room. When she is finished, she sits back down for the interview. Fairy’s are often like that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Any final words of wisdom before we start Bubbblefaery?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“We are here for a long time, not a good time so I’m going to make the best of it. I am the Queen of Tarts… to know me is to love me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;We here at Unconventional Interviews believe she may be right…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;1). Tell us about your happiest moment in the past year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; The happiest moment for me in the last year was when I answered the telephone to hear the lady at the other end tell me that my Visa for the UK had been granted. All my things had already been shipped to England, as we had no clue I would be denied entry due to improper intentions when we landed. It took over a year of fighting to get me here. Don't mess with Immigration!!!!! Seriously, though...a fairy will bad intentions? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;2). What is your favorite song from the seventies and why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; My fav. Song from the seventies is “You're So Vain” by Carly Simon. I even like it when Mic sings it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I mean the song IS about me! That is mostly why I love it, though I can really bust a move to it too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 3). What is your favorite cartoon ever and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas” is my all time childhood and grown up favorite. I just sooo love it when the Grinchies heart grows three sizes and all the Whos' down in Whoville sing and dance and Cindy Loo Who is so happy and the little doggie is happy too:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Also, cause I am so not a one answer kinda gal. A good dose of “Count Duckula” or “The Simpsons” is always good for a giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 4). You have one day to be invisible? What do you do weirdo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I would change all the light bulbs in the world to energy savers. I am more mischievous than harmful! I may even push a few people down and mess with a few heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 5). If reincarnation exists, what most likely were you in your last life and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I was a fairy cause I like to frolic...and… I like big bubbles and I cannot lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 6). What is your greatest worry at this very moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Loaded question as my brain never stops! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Though not often with productive thoughts, my brain goes all day and night. I often talk in my sleep, and from the moment I open my eyes until I fall asleep...blah, blah, zzzZZZ.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I worry about everything all the time but try to keep it all inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 7). Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Wow. I always have nightmares but the childhood one that still scares me is about (snakes) I cant even say it I am so petrified of them that I can’t even look at pictures of them, and in my dream I wake up and my bed is covered, as well as my floor and walls...EVERYWHERE! I can never scream in my dreams. I just open my mouth and I can feel myself screaming but there is no sound, I think the scary (snake) thing is from the Indiana Jones movie. I still scream and freak out if I think I see one.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Oh My Gosh! The song I am listening to just said the “S” word!!!!!! It is “Black Hole Sun” BTW.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Scary snakes!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;8). Have you ever witnessed someone die? Share it with us?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; It was not just a squirrel Squirrels are people too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I am a bit of a drama queen but when I saw the squirrel that had been hit by the car stumbling abound I had to help it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; First I called the Humane Society then I gave it my sweater. It took quite some time for the HC to show up. I sat with the squirrel until it died. King St. is an interesting place by the way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; They don’t even have little squirrel stretchers and then, the ‘ranger’ told me there were no longer any squirrel ventilators available!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Can’t we respect the little furry creatures too! Is life not life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 9). What do you miss most about being a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Though I have never grown up and most likely never will...I still miss the Smurfs!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; 10). What was the worst job you’ve ever had? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Worse job was being the fry and onion ring gal at A&amp;amp;W (burger joint). It was hot and icky and way too boring—just not fun. I need action and excitement! Quit that job and got a waitress job and raked in the cashola, doing that until after college. I have done many jobs since then but always enjoyed my jobs and working. I am a social butterfly...well faery…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Bubbblefaery is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a designer &amp;amp; aspiring Pin-up model. She has done several photo shoots and is also the feature Zombie on James Cheetham’s new T-shirt series. Bubbleyland is where the Bubbblefaery hides&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bubbbleyland"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LINK TO BUBBBLEYLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SH5PZa9v9_I/AAAAAAAACg4/Y7KRo7LeVck/s1600-h/bubbbs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SH5PZa9v9_I/AAAAAAAACg4/Y7KRo7LeVck/s400/bubbbs2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223699915949996018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-3649113761763465819?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3649113761763465819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=3649113761763465819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/3649113761763465819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/3649113761763465819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/bubbblefaery-pin-up-model-and-fun.html' title='BubbbleFaery - Pin-up Model and Fun Loving Fairy'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SH5OW_nZKTI/AAAAAAAACgw/8-wzva_dEp0/s72-c/bubbbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-5716382793887105911</id><published>2008-07-11T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:44:48.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Catastrophy - Stunt Man Extroidinaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SHd_Au_iwLI/AAAAAAAACgY/Bv6wcRpp3aQ/s1600-h/capt00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SHd_Au_iwLI/AAAAAAAACgY/Bv6wcRpp3aQ/s400/capt00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221781943550656690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Chris Maes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is better known as the walking bonfire "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Captain Catastrophy&lt;/span&gt;" for Belgium's most amazing rock band EL GUAPO STUNTTEAM. Being exposed at a very young age to television shows as DANGERFREAKS and THE FALL GUY the Captain's parents aged rapidly as they witnessed their little child shatter their hopes and dreams by running around with his pants on fire and crashing his bicycles into the family car. Things only got worse around the age of 12 when a little Captain found out about the local movie theatre. A theatre with no age regulations, exposing teenagers with the real deal every Sunday afternoon. Think Maniac followed by The Evil Dead, The Texas Chainsaw Chainsaw Massacre back to back with Dawn of the Dead. A time he likes to call "the real golden age of cinema".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, in 1996 to be exactly he found the chance to combine his main interests in his his brother's band EL GUAPO STUNTTEAM.&lt;br /&gt;A band which basically started out as an insane garage band with members dressed in mexican wrestling outfits giving 110%, audience or no audience. Chris came up with the Captain Catastrophy character, a name adopted directly from the DANGERFREAKS tv shows, which in a way shaped him for roads ahead. As Captain Catastrophy he contributed a great deal to the band's notorious image. Crashing trough burning tables wrapped in barbed wire, with himself on fire ofcourse to appearing on stage with other bands such as The Dwarves, The Datsuns and Johnny Casino's Easy Action. As the band grew musically and dropped the wrestling image, the Captain stayed on board for showing up completely on fire every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his obsession with Horror and exploitation films the perfect outlet has become writing the EL GUAPO STUNTTEAM videos with director Toon Aerts. Horror film tribute videos; about the bands eternal battle against Captain Catastrophy, often resulting in scenes honoring the likes of Sam Raimi, George Romero, Tobe Hooper and Brian Trenchard Smith to name a few..The two videos so far already won awards on festivals in Belgium and the United Kingdom and got massive airplay on MTV Europe and many other music channels despite the fact of Chainsaw decapitations, heads blowing up and zombies munching on pretty girl's intestines are shown graphically. Be sure to check out a third one coming up around the summer/fall of 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this isn't enough. Chris hosts the annual Brussels International Fantastic Film Festival journal on canal+/prime action. Interviewing his all time heroes such as William Lustig, Lloyd Kaufman and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1).If you could have dinner with any rock star living or dead, who would it be? What would you talk about and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tie between Ronnie Van Zant, Wendy O Williams, Bon Scott and G.G Allin. Cause they knew what rock n roll was all about!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If I just had to pick one, I'd say Ronnie Van Zant. Show him my Free Bird tattoo while he cleared up some Skynyrd myths, we could talk about fishing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2).Tell us the scariest moment of your childhood, did it affect your future as an adult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Well...I remember this farmer family right across the street from my grandparents. They were the typical farmer family you often see in movies. Two ugly parents with a bad temper and three retarded sons. All big and ugly. They would butcher their own horses right there next to the house. Very intimidating for a ten year old. Sometimes if they would go to work on a field they would take me on their bulldozer. So this one day they stopped in the middle of a field And as soon I jumped off, the dad threw a rope around me yelling "now we got you". Ofcourse they were joking, but I was messed up for a while! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3).Have you ever seen a ghost?Do you believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Never seen a ghost! A tend to think I felt the presence of someone though but I can't explain. Could be between my ears though. My parents told me about an old lady standing in front of their bed every night, they had to move because of that. My parents are pretty sober people and especially my dad who is very anti drugs...so I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4).What song do you love though it totally contradicts your personality and gig in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Under my Thumb By The Rolling Stones. Cause I always feel it's the other way around in real life. Haha, I don't know...Hard question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5).If you could be a kid for one day, back in the era you grew up in, what would you spend a typical afternoon doing? What would you have for lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;With out a doubt back to the old movie theater where I spent most of the time back then. Afterwards I would go for a burger at Mic-Mac. They served the biggest most bad-ass burgers possible back then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6).You wake up on the set of Mork and Mindy. They invite you for a threesome. Its TV land, nobody is going to know. Are you in or out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I had to search em up on Google...definitely out! I don't trust the dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7).Have you ever been in a fist-fight? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm not a tough guy, but there were some occasions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Me and one of my brothers went to this big outdoor fest to see The Misfits a couple of years ago. We were on the front row waiting for the band when this wild dude came jumping in between us, pushing us away so he could stand there. I punched him on the face a few times and tossed him over the barriers. Sometimes you gotta stand up for you rights haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;There was also this drugged up character hassling everybody including my girl in a bar once. I got an applause and free drinks from everyone there after I was done with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8).What is your stand on abortion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;There are circumstances were it could be necessary I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9).Tell us of a loved one no longer with us, and explain how their death has changed your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-One of my very best friends got in a motorcycle accident when we were 19. It was the first time anything like that happened. He came from an happy, nice big family and to see what it did to his parents and sisters made such a big impact that I became over protective of my two younger brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10).Why is George Bush really president? Seriously,we don't get it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;haha...It's also a mystery for us over here. I always said that George Bush could be a great comedy actor. Have his own sitcom or something. Beats me though...I think there's a real thin line between the entertainment business and politics in the states if that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SHd-6thLgpI/AAAAAAAACgQ/1O50D8B1K50/s1600-h/CaptCata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SHd-6thLgpI/AAAAAAAACgQ/1O50D8B1K50/s400/CaptCata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221781840075653778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/captaincatastrophy"&gt;Captain Catastophe's Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/captaincatastrophy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=2843141"&gt;El Guapo Stunt Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-5716382793887105911?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5716382793887105911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=5716382793887105911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/5716382793887105911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/5716382793887105911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/1.html' title='Captain Catastrophy - Stunt Man Extroidinaire'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SHd_Au_iwLI/AAAAAAAACgY/Bv6wcRpp3aQ/s72-c/capt00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-5565498555498364691</id><published>2008-07-09T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:57:23.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anders Eriksen - Artist of Special Effects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SHTcu_NPDtI/AAAAAAAACf4/Di_1M_zrS94/s1600-h/Anders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SHTcu_NPDtI/AAAAAAAACf4/Di_1M_zrS94/s400/Anders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221040567828287186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nightmaregloves.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;NIGHTMARE GLOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Perhaps best known as founder and creator of the "Nightmare Gloves" screen accurate and fully functional replicas of Freddy Krueger's infamous weapon, Anders remembers the first "Freddy glove" he made himself. He was only about 15 years old, and he constructed a part of the glove using curtain rods for the finger stalls and a vegetable knife for the blade. After that, his parents knew that one way or another their son would succeed in completing the popular film prop, and so Anders' father decided to help him make the real thing. Made from scratch out of metal bits and copper pipes, Anders still has that very first glove that he finished with his father, the glove that eventually led him  to the United States to attend horror conventions and show off this incredible re-creation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anders has returned to the United States often to visit friends and to sell his Nightmare Gloves &lt;a href="http://www.nightmaregloves.com/"&gt;www.nightmaregloves.com&lt;/a&gt;  at those conventions. It is there that Anders is able to connect with his customers, and make new friends in an environment that is filled with what is, perhaps, Anders true calling - all things horror related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In 2005, Anders decided to create his own slasher film. Along with his brother and some friends, he gave life to "Halloween At Crystal Lake," a short film that puts horror legends Jason Vorhees and Michael Myers head to head in a movie monster match up. As the storyboard artist, co-writer, director, and special effects artist, Anders found a way to harness all of his skills at once. The little film was well received by fans of both the Friday the 13th and Halloween movies, and so Anders went on to create other small projects that now circulate the internet, wowing viewers with the amazingly realistic makeup and gore effects that he creates by hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In 2006, modern horror legend Robert Englund called upon Anders to help out with storyboards of key FX sequences for Englund's horror comedy "Killer Pad." Obviously impressed by his work, Englund gave Anders a larger task for his next film, "The Vij." Anders is working on creature design artwork and maquette along with storyboards for the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now anticipating another trip to America where he will direct and lend his FX mastery to a short horror comedy entitled "Post Mortem", and also to star in and supply FX makeup for an experimental book called "At First Sight," Anders shows no sign of slowing down. He has a full plate of projects to be tackled in the near future, including a trip to Italy where "The Vij", will be going into pre-production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A seemingly endless pit of talent with a witty sense of humor and an easy going nature, Anders goes on to end a conversation about his past: "I've actually had a pretty decent life so far…looking back." Quite a bright past indeed, Anders…and the future only looks brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1).Tell us what led you to the world of horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It's hard to pinpoint, what exactly lead me to the world of horror. it may have been the old classic horror films like Psycho, or Frankenstein, that were some of the very first horror films I saw.but, I have been interested, and loved horror films as long as I remember, when I was a kid, we'd videotape the midnight horror films on German TV and watch them the next morning (some nights my brother and I would stay up and watch them as they were playing) but, the world of horror was very fascinating, strange, and wonderful. even though it is hard to get that same feeling from a film today, it does happen and to me that is what movie magic is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2).If you had to live the rest of your life in a horror movie, which movie would you choose and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Probably some of the old Hammer horror films. or in some of the old Roger Corman films with Vincent Price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3).If the world were overrun with zombies, where would you seek safety and what would you need in good supply to remain sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The military defense in Denmark -my brother works there, and I'm sure they have all we'd need. to stay sane, I'd bring my cats, books and movies and music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4).You have one day to live…how is it spent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If I only had one day left to live, if I knew in advance, I'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;bring all my best friends to one of my favorite places, and we'd just hang out, eat good food, talk and have a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5).Would you object to being abducted by aliens? Do you believe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't believe...so being abducted would certainly be interesting :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6)Do you want to be cremated or sunk? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunk! cause it's more in the vein of horror..if you are cremated, how can you become a rotting corpse, rising to haunt your enemies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7).Have you ever slept in a car? What were the circumstances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lol, yes I have, on more than one occasion. but, the one that comes to mind, is when a friend and I were driving to Germany to watch a total eclipse of the sun, and we drove for 12 hours, slept in the car, and awoke the next morning to watch the eclipse. it was a really cool trip, and the eclipse was worth traveling for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8).If you had to be stranded on a desert island for a year, name the top five movies you would want to have with you to pass the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It may come as a shock, they are not all Nightmare on Elm St. films. The few movies that I seem to be able to watch again and again, are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Taxi driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Natural born killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cape Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Invasion of the body snatchers (the 70s version, and one that may give you comfort that you are alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9).Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare, you’ve ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, I can get jealous of people who have nightmares, as I really never have had truly frightening dreams, they may be odd, or slightly disturbing, but, I guess I create nightmares instead of having them, in either case, I can't recall having had a dream that I'd categorize as a nightmare. Not saying I have never had a nightmare, just none I can recall,sadly. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10).You wake up in an episode of The Simpsons and have to murder one of the characters to get out. Which one is going be pushing daisies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'd probably take out the whole Ned Flanders family, and have fun with it, if it had to be one of the Simpsons family members, probably Homer, as he really is asking for it a lot of the time. he's funny at a distance, but if I had to live in the same house, I might feel like killing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SHTe3d95V1I/AAAAAAAACgI/2BhxSu8FXLg/s1600-h/anders+Robert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SHTe3d95V1I/AAAAAAAACgI/2BhxSu8FXLg/s400/anders+Robert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221042912547657554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Thanks So Much Anders!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-5565498555498364691?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5565498555498364691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=5565498555498364691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/5565498555498364691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/5565498555498364691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/anders-eriksen-artist-of-special.html' title='Anders Eriksen - Artist of Special Effects'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SHTcu_NPDtI/AAAAAAAACf4/Di_1M_zrS94/s72-c/Anders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-1260604191027828490</id><published>2008-06-17T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:44:26.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow Meow, Zombie Kitty - Up and Coming Scream Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFfDAHLzyqI/AAAAAAAACdw/Z392vj9DN8Y/s1600-h/meowmeow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFfDAHLzyqI/AAAAAAAACdw/Z392vj9DN8Y/s400/meowmeow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212849500400634530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hihihihihi!!!!! I am Meow Meow Zombie Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=5841143"&gt;Visit me Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sure from looking at me you can tell I'm not your normal everyday gurl. But thats the way I like it. Thats the way I want it and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not anything in particular, I am just different. I refuse to conform, I refuse to grow up and I refuse to live my life "like everyone else". I am definitely not Vanilla. I have been called goth mainly due to my interests and how I dress, however, I am a chameleon, ever changing and ever evolving. I'm into Cosplay and very much into the Japanese &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;subculture. I put together my outfits from a little bit o this and a little bit o that and whatever my mind can come up with is what I go out in for the day. I always put together &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;my outfits from different pieces bought at different stores and they're never usually an entire outfit that is pre-made. I like custom clothing and I'm a thriftaholic, I live for going thrift store hopping because it's amazing how someone's trash can easily become my treasure. Don't get me wrong, I'm not always walking around in the streets all dressed up 24-7 and I am very much a jeans and T Shirt Kinda Gal. I dress according to how I feel when I wake up in the morning. My Meow Meow Zombie Kitty persona was born about 2 &amp;amp; Half Years ago at Spooky Empire's Screamfest Horror Convention in October of 2006 and has taken off since. It all began with me just wanting to make my own version of a Medical Mask , I painted it Neon Green and made it look as though there was blood splattered on it from there I just coordinated what outfits I would wear with it. The concept behind Meow Meow Zombie Kitty is that she is a mutated feline girl that died and returned as a zombie. My mask has become my trademark of sorts and I am now recognized because of it. I don't really have a gig in life just yet but I've always dreamt of being a gurl-slasher in a horror movie. I'm hoping to one day make Meow Meow Zombie Kitty come to life in a book or on the big screen. I'm very down to earth and I am not arrogant at all. I've been told I look menacing but I'm really as cutesy, bouncy, and hyper as they come. The only time my claws come out is if you're mean to me, rude to me, or disrespect me in anyway. If thats the case then you really just plain deserved it dontcha think? Thats about it. If you wanna get to know more about me please visit my myspace. I'm berrily friendly I promise. I'll be happy to answer any questions (within reason haha) that you may be inquisitive about. Take Care.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;R@WR and hope to hear from some of ya. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;1).Do you believe there is life on other planets? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes. Because I was strategically placed here by beings from another planet to watch all of you earthling's human behavior. And so far we do not like what we see. Muahahahaha. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;2).If you could have dinner with any rock star in the world, who would it be. What would you talk about and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Most definitely I would like to have dinner with Marilyn Manson. After getting over the initial shock of who is sitting before me, and much Absinthe ...I'm sure we'd talk about anything from The Weather to, discussions of favorite Horror Movies to whatever our minds can concoct at the moment. Nothing political or boring, besides I'm not there to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;interview him I am there to party, hang out, and stumble all over the place. WOOO HOOOO!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;3).What do you fear worse than death? Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Well first off I don't fear death, I welcome it, I live every day as though it were my last. When death comes at least I'll know I did everything I could possibly want to do up until that very moment. One thing I do fear which I don't know how I'd react to is the sudden and unexpected death of a loved one such as my mom, brother, or father. Other than that why fear anything at all live life with no fear and as little fear as possible or else fear will smell you out and make you face that fear head on. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;4).What do you miss most about being a child?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The fact that me and my brother who still to this day are very close used to just hang out all the time after school and watch our favorite toons Duck Tales, Rescue Rangers, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, GI Joe, He-Man, Thundercats (Ohhhhh yeah theres so many others I miss those days, can you tell I was raised around boys? LOL). Other than that why the hell grow up?? I never lost my inner child because I never let it go. You are only as young or old as you feel. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;5).How do you feel about the war in Iraq?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy shit thats still going on? It's unnecessary, uncalled for and we've been there waaayyy too long in my opinion.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;6).Tell us about your happiest moment in the past year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;My happiest moment in the past year is getting recognized and talked to by so many people who remember me from Screamfest, making new friends with so many like minded and awesome individuals, and looking forward to party with them again this October. On a side note- It also made extremely happy to find out that one of my most favorite singers Voltaire is such a kick ass, down to earth person, who welcomes his fans, talks to them, hangs out with them and also parties with them. I can't stand it when I find out that artists are stuck up arrogant or snobby with their fans.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;7).Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare, you’ve ever had.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Well folks since I can't even remember the last time I had a nightmare, and most of the time I don't remember what I dream about I'm gonna have to flip this a bit. I was on a road trip to Orlando, Florida and I was asleep in the backseat, I started laughing in my sleep uncontrollably , I was dreaming of dancing pickles and onions, my laughter apparently caught &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;everyone in the car's attention and I had to explain myself even further. I --- I used to have a recurring dream/nightmare which I no longer have anymore, when I was a &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;teenager in high school right after my grandfather died. That I was in the back seat of a car/hearse type vehicle and the car was driving through a graveyard, same graveyard my grandfather is buried in but it had a house in it much like the house from Night of the Living dead. The reason I related this graveyard to the graveyard from Night of the Living Dead is because it looks a lot like it. I'm always in the back seat and I always peek at the window while crouched down because the undead are chasing the car and I don't want them to see me in the car. The car is slowly driving around the graveyard and I am always hiding from them in massive fear crouched down in the backseat of the car. I never get caught but I always get chased, it's never ending. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;8).What would you do if Elvis showed up on your doorstep and told you he was still alive but needed you to keep it a secret? Could you do it? Could he live in your basement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes I would keep it a secret. and NOOOOOO he can't live in my basement, he'd steal all my Banana Twinkies and Banana Reese's Peanut Butter Cups!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;9).What song puts a lump in your throat?Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Lately it's been Skeletons by Wednesday 13. Why? Because everyone's got skeletons in their closet and it hits very close to home. I swear when I see him in concert this &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;August that song just may bring me to tears right in front of him as he's singing it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;10).You have one day to be invisible? Where do you go weirdo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that A) People can hear me if I choose to speak. and B) People can feel me if I choose to poke. With that being said Mischief, Mayhem, and Havoc come to mind. I'll prolly go mess with people who've been meanies to me in the past. I'd go to their houses and talk to them in a eerie voice, poke them probe them trip them, and prolly make them go insane wondering whats going on lol. I would drive around in my car and purposely exceed &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;the speed limit, Oh that would be hilarious to see a cop pull over a car with "no driver". I would go into the rich/snobby parts of town and mess with the traffic lights and the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;electricity, I'll prolly cause a blackout there - I say rich/snobby because I always get glared at by them in the wrong manner as though my mere existence shouldn't be. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Then I would go to the mall in that same part of town and trip people, push people, pull their hair, (hahaha I am a li'l misfit after all). Like I said, I'd wreak much mischief and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;havoc galore.  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Since then she has acted in numerous independent feature films such as "Unholy Reunion," "Tales Of The Dead," and "Cave Women On Mars." She played a ghost in Dav Kaufman’s multiple award winning horror film, "13 Hours In A Warehouse," and Shelly in JP Wenner’s short film on "The Horror Vault." She recently finished directing her first feature film "Why Am I In A Box?" from Silent-But-Deadly Productions, the all female production company she runs with her friend Brooke Lemke. She will be playing a dual role in the new from Jason Stephenson of NFTS Productions, and next year, she will have a role in "The Psychology Of Ghosts," the new film by Dav Kaufman. Rachel has her own Scream Queen poker chip, available at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vQ2hhaW5zYXdDaGlwcy5jb20="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chainsawchips.com/"&gt;Chainsaw Chips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Myspace page:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/celiacyanide"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Rachel Grubb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Silent-But-Deadly Productions website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.silent-but-deadly-productions.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Silent But Deadly Productions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1).What led you to the this current gig called Rachel's life?  Why not plumbing or retail?  They're exciting too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It was somewhat by chance. I actually went to school for writing, and never thought about being an actress. I wrote a screenplay when I graduated from college, and it won a Best Breakthrough Screenplay award at an International Film Festival. I thought it would be cool to direct a film myself, but I had no idea where to begin. Kind of for fun, and kind of because I had a pipe dream of acting in my own feature, I started taking acting classes. I unexpectedly got good at acting, and I started auditioning for independent films. I had always thought of directing as this thing I couldn't do, and would never be able to do. But I used all the knowledge about film making that I had acquired from being an actress and used it to make my own movie. I learned so much by just doing it, and I know I still have so much more to learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2).What do you miss most about being a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;That's hard to answer. I'm tempted to say, the innocence, and the freedom from all the pressures of life. But when I look back on it, I don't think I felt that way as a child. We're given greater responsibility as adults because we can handle more. When we talk to children, their greatest worries seem like nothing to us, but that doesn't mean that they feel like nothing to them. As a child, I remember being very upset with my friend because she was hogging all the furniture in the Fischer Price house. As silly as that is, it upset me just as much then as my problems upset me now. I know that ten years from now, whatever is stressing me out now will seem like nothing, and I'll probably wonder why it ever bothered me. I hope so. A friend once told me, "I hope the me of today looks like an idiot to the me of ten years from now," and I agree. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But I still haven't answered your question. What I miss the most about being a child is playing at playgrounds and such. I hate it that I am too big for swings and seesaws and moonwalks and ball crawls. I wish they would make them for adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3).If you could have dinner with any deceased actor/actress in the world, who would it be and what would you discuss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The first one that comes to mind is James Dean. He was very talented, and it was a shame he died so early. When I watch "Rebel Without A Cause," I always wonder what it would have been like to be in his presence. I would like to talk about acting with him, and just pick his brain about that. His on screen presence is so unique. And he was gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Still, it's a toss up between him and Adrienne Shelly. I was fan of hers since Hal Hartley's "Trust." She is an actress turned director, also, and she has always been such an inspiration to me. I was on set for a movie I did called "Empty Fuller," when I found out that she had been murdered. It made me cry. I dedicated my film, "Why Am I in a Box?" to her. I would like to talk to her about women in film, and ask if she has anything to say to any loved ones who are missing her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4).Tell us about your happiest moment in the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My happiest moment in the past year is personal, and I would prefer to save it for myself. However, I will tell you about my second happiest moment. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Pre-production for "Why Am I in a Box?" was a very stressful time for me. Since it was my first time directing anything, I was scared and unsure if I could do it. There were many times I felt like emailing everyone and just calling the whole thing off, because I was afraid it wouldn't go well, and everyone would have a bad experience because of me. Then, I woke up on the first day of filming, and I felt fine. I showed up on set, and everything went according to plan, and everyone was having fun. After we finished with the first scene of the day, I was ecstatic. Everyone was moving in the same direction and working well together. I knew it was going to be a great experience. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;On a side note, Brooke Lemke, who works on Silent-But-Deadly Productions with me, had been having some serious health problems. The first day of filming was when I learned that the doctors had told Brooke that she was not seriously ill. That's another reason why it was a happy day for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;5).What song puts a lump in your throat?Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You know, it's odd, but the song that always chokes me up is John Lennon's cover of "Stand By Me." I can't even really explain why. It's so sad to think about him being murdered, but usually when I hear him sing, I don't get the chills like when I hear him sing that. Not even with the songs he wrote himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;6).If reincarnation exists, what were you most likely in your last life and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Although I'm not really sure if I believe in reincarnation, I have thought about what I was in a past life. Since I was a child, I have always been interested in the culture of the 1960's. I didn't listen to modern music at all when I was growing up. It was not that I wasn't exposed to it. I just didn't like it. If I lived before, I believe was alive during the 1960's and was a part of the counter culture back then. I dislike the word "hippy," so I guess I would say "flower child." &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When I was in high school, I met a girl at the club I hung out at, and we were both sure we had met before. When I saw her for the first time, the first thought I had was, "Oh, it's her! I haven't seen her forever! I've missed her!" Then I realized that I didn't know her. When we saw each other again, we both admitted we had spend the past few days trying to figure out how we recognized each other. Then when we were talking, and she mentioned how much she loved the music and clothing of the 1960's, and how she felt like she might have been a flower child in a past life. I told her I kind of thought that, too. Then I laughed and said, "Maybe that's how we know each!" We joked about it, but we never did figure out why we seemed so familiar to each other. We always thought, you know, maybe that was it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I don't know too much else about it, but I do have ideas about how I may have died. I do not drive a car, because it makes me very nervous. If I am in a car, and it starts to rain, I start to feel panicked. It gets worse if we are lost, or the driver is unsure where to go. There have been a few times when I was in a car in the rain, and we got lost, and I had to ask the driver to pull over and let me step outside the car. I like the rain, and I don't mind standing in it, so I don't know why it scares me so much to have the rain coming down outside the car. I've always wondered if it might reflect my past life. Perhaps I was driving in a rainstorm when I got lost, and then got into a car accident and died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7).If you could go back in time but only spend 15 minutes there, where would you choose to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You could probably ask me this question once a week and get a different answer every time. What comes to mind right now is that I would like to go back in time to 1967 and see the Monkees play live. Although I wasn't born when they first came out, I've been a big fan of the group for more than twenty years. I actually did see them in the 80's, but Mike Nesmith wasn't with them, and I think it would be exciting to see them back in the day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Some people might wonder why I would choose the Monkees and not the Beatles. But the Beatles quit touring because they were not enjoying it. They admitted that after a while they were not actually singing their songs, just opening and closing their mouths, because the kids were screaming so loud they couldn't hear their voices anyway. I recently read an interview with Ringo Starr, in which he stated that the Beatles felt they were becoming bad musicians while they were touring. If I went back in time to see them, it would have to the rooftop concert. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Still, I choose the Monkees.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;8).Have you ever seen a ghost? Do you believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I don't know for sure. It was a long time ago. When it happened, I believed it completely. Now I'm not so sure, although I don't have a lot of possible explanations for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;9).Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare, you’ve ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When I was a teenager, I had this weird, "Twin Peaks"-induced nightmare that's always stayed with me. I was watching TV with some children I was looking after, when suddenly there was a very violent and frightening image on the TV. I went to change the station, but the TV had one of the old fashioned dials, and for some reason, it would only move in one direction. I kept changing the channel, but every time I did, the image on the screen was even more grotesque and terrifying than the last. I was trying to block out the screen with my body, because the kids were getting scared. The phone rang, and I felt compelled to answer it, even though I had to leave the kids, and I couldn't switch off the TV. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When I answered the phone, I heard, "This is Laura....8." It was the voice of Laura Palmer, but she was speaking in a slow, mechanical way. She was saying strange things, but then immediately after she would say them, they would show up on the TV. I was trying to figure out if she was predicting the images on the TV or causing them. I thought maybe she was trying to tell me what I needed to do to stop them. But then, I woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;10).You have one day to be invisible? What do you do weirdo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I think I'd like to just go around playing practical jokes on people! I'd just freak people out by picking things up and moving them around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFXWxyT3HLI/AAAAAAAACdA/rwpr9xbPOoA/s1600-h/rgrubb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFXWxyT3HLI/AAAAAAAACdA/rwpr9xbPOoA/s400/rgrubb6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212308294558227634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Thank you Rachel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-3492164748135731798?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3492164748135731798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=3492164748135731798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/3492164748135731798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/3492164748135731798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2008/06/rachel-grubb-actress-director.html' title='Rachel Grubb - Actress &amp; Director'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFXWqTz9oRI/AAAAAAAACc4/vqgRU3c4fsQ/s72-c/Rachel+Grubb02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-1099700871563367313</id><published>2008-06-15T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T07:42:56.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feo Amante - Founder of #1 Internet Horror Site</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFUpHtm5FXI/AAAAAAAACcQ/TMohNHKKEUI/s1600-h/Feo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFUpHtm5FXI/AAAAAAAACcQ/TMohNHKKEUI/s400/Feo9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212117356229760370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;3rd Unconventional Interview is with the founder and head honcho of the number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1 horror website in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/www.feoamante.com" target="_self"&gt;www.feoamante.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Thanks to James for landing us a fantastic interview with a person who's opinion never goes unexpressed.&lt;/span&gt; When horror, and intellect hit head on, the damage you're left with is a man they call... Mr. Feo Amante. Be afraid smart asses, be very afraid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;1).Give us a peek into a day in the life of Feo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On any given day, I quickly go through my email and determine whether or not I should do a morning or afternoon update (sometimes I update several times a day). Then I wake up my wife, she gets ready for work, and I have her on the road by 5:00am. I get back around 6:00 and check other Horror Thriller sites. If everybody is reporting the same thing I ignore it - what's the point? I already link to them.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By 7:00am I'm making calls which may or may not lead to getting together with various folk later in the day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By 8:00am I update &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZmVvYW1hbnRlLmNvbQ=="&gt;feoamante. com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; unless I think an afternoon update would be better.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to have lunch with someone different every day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get back and make that update. Answer more emails or MySpace messages.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pick up my wife, make dinner, do husbandly things.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By midnight I check the Internet one more time and go to bed. Then I get up around 3:30 - 4:30 and do it all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This page will give you an idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmZlb2FtYW50ZS5jb20vRmVvTmV3cy9hcnRpY2xlcy9DYW50X0dldHRhX0JyZWFrX01heTIwMDguaHRtbA=="&gt;http://www. feoamante. com/FeoNews/articles/Cant_Getta_Break_May2008. html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So the best time to rob me is between midnight and 3:30, assuming that I don't have trouble that night, falling asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;2).If you could go back in time but only spend 15 minutes there, where would you choose to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To me when I was 18. Back then I made a decision which affected how I would handle certain events and I stayed on that path until I was around 30. I blew a number of great opportunities based largely on my conception of "I'll do that when I'm ready." Opportunities rarely occur when you are ready. You have to be ready when it happens. It's okay to do something and lose. It's never okay to even give yourself the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I would go back, prove who I was (birthmark and the like), and tell myself, "I know you don't think you're ready to do this, but you are. Because, win or lose, you're going to learn from this and meet a number of people who will know your name. Then at some point down the line, they'll remember you and give you another chance. But if you don't do this now, those other people will never meet you; never know you - and the chances they have to give will go to someone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3).What is your favorite song from the seventies and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Company. When I was 21, I was in a Greyhound bus station; had my ticket; stood in line. Music didn't play on the station speakers, but then I heard the song, Bad Company. I turned to see where it was coming from and this girl was sitting on a bench, holding a boombox turned in my direction, and looking straight at me. Wow! Never happened before and it never happened since. But I missed my bus that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;4).You have one day to be invisible? Where do you spend it my creepy friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spring. Canada. Hanging out with a pack of wolves. They won't be put off because they won't know I'm there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5).Vincent Price's ghost shows up and tells you to avenge his death. What do you have for lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well considering that he died from lung cancer, which he brought upon himself through cigarette smoking, even though he had emphysema (he still wouldn't stop), I'd tell him that he brought it on himself and he knew it. Then I'd take him to lunch at Lucille's Smoke House Barbeque. I'd foot the check. If Vincent made the effort to return from the dead just to have lunch with me, that's the least I could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6).What was your favorite television show growing up and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t's a toss-up between THE TWILIGHT ZONE and KOLCHAK: THE NIGHT STALKER. -Although there are many very close seconds and thirds in there. In both shows however, they formed my ideal of what Horror should be. Scary. It should be unequivocally scary. Second, it should value the lives of those threatened. You can't be scared if you don't give a damn about a character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;7).Do you have an addiction to anything you'd like to talk about? (We could do an intervention but you'd have to supply the beer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back in my twenties I forced myself to overcome every one of my addictions. Well, that's when I started. It wasn't finalized until I was well into my thirties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;8).What is your opinion on the oil crisis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saying "Oil crises" is too broad a term. Do you mean crises in the lack of oil? There isn't a lack of oil. We honestly have no reasonable idea of how much oil there is left in the world. Do you mean crises in terms of price? American oil companies don't determine the price of world supply: except in California and Alaska, they only control the distribution to the United States. That's why countries that don't have American distribution of oil are still being hurt from this "crises": from India to China and more. For years we've been watching and listening to the left slam most American oil companies (except for Chevron and Occidental - major contributors to the DNC) and stop American oil companies at every turn from drilling on the home turf. More oil comes out of California than any other state in the contiguous U.S., and yet the prices are highest there. What's more, despite this so-called "crises" many leading Democrats from Barbara Boxer to Diane Feinstein want to raise taxes on gas and remove tax incentives on American oil companies who want to drill for oil in the U.S. Diane is proud of it, doesn't try to hide it (I've provided a link to her own page), except when she publicly blames Republicans for the high price of oil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZmVpbnN0ZWluLnNlbmF0ZS5nb3YvMDVyZWxlYXNlcy9yLWluY2VudGl2ZS5odG0=" target="_self"&gt;http://feinstein.senate.gov/05releases/r-incentive.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; . So consequently we've become dependent on foreign oil - it doesn't take a lot to connect the dots here. Naturally those countries determine how much they want to charge for oil: its their commodity. liike diamond producing countries determine how much they want to charge for crystals. Utter pandering morons like Steve Kagen (D-WI) and Nancy Pelosi (D-CA): two of the stupidest people in politics, want to sue the sovereign countries that are members of OPEC for their perceived price gouging (Bill H.R. 6074, which passed in May of 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnNwZWFrZXIuZ292L2xlZ2lzbGF0aW9uP2lkPTAyMDE=" target="_self"&gt;http://www.speaker.gov/legislation?id=0201&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm15c3BhY2UuY29t" target="_self"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm15c3BhY2UuY29t" target="_self"&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. If the world hates the U.S., it's because of people like Gabrielle Giffords, Raul Grijalva, Harry Mitchell, Ed Pastor, Joe Baca, Xavier Becerra, Howard Berman, Brian Bilbray, Mary Bono Mack, Dennis Cardoza, Jim Costa, Susan Davis, David Dreier, Anna Eshoo, Sam Farr, Bob Filner, Elton Gallegly, Jane Harman, Wally Herger, Michael Honda, Duncan Hunter, Barbara Lee, Doris Matsui, Gerald McNerney, George Miller, Grace Napolitano, Laura Risherdson, Lucille Roybal-Allard, Ed Royce, Linda Sanchez, Loretta Sanchez, Adam Schiff, Brad Sherman, Hilda Solis, Jackie Speier, Fortney Stark, Ellen Tauscher, Mike Thompson, Maxine Waters, Diane Watson, Henry Waxman, Lyn Woolsey, Gus Bilirakis, F. Allen Boyd, Corrine Brown, Ginny-Brown Waite, Vern Buchanan, Kathy Castor, Alcee Hastings, Ric Keller, Ron Klein, Timothy Mahoney, Kendrick Meek, John Mica, Lleana Ros-Lehtinen, Cliff Sterns, Debbie Wasserman Schultz, Robert Wexler, C.W. Bill Young, Tom Latham, Jesse Jackson, William Jefferson, Barney Frank, James McGovern, Steny Hoyer, Tom Udall, Charles Rangel, David Hobson, Dennis Kucinich, Zack Space, Charlie Wilson, John Murtha, John Spratt, Lincoln Davis, Michael Capuano, Barney Frank, Stephen Lynch, Edward Markey, James McGovern, Richard Neal, John Olver, John Tierney, Niki Tsongas, Elijah Cummings, Steny Hoyer, Michele Bachmann, Keith Ellison, Betty McCollum, James Oberstar, Collin Peterson, Jim Ramstad, Tim Walz, Henry Cuellar, Lloyd Doggett, Chet Edwards, Louie Gohmert, Al Green, Gene Green, Ruben Hinojosa, Sheila Jackson Lee, Eddie Bernice Johnson, Michael McCaul, Solomon Ortiz, Silvestri Reyes, Ciro Rodriguez, Lamar Smith, and the rest of the 324 members that voted for this bill. Think of the utter arrogance of HR 6074. The United States of America will determine how much each and every country will charge for their exports, and if the rest of the world doesn't obey and abide by OUR decision, we will SUE!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're from Canada, James. And Canada is the largest supplier of foreign oil to the U.S. What would Canadians think of the U.S. if we told you that we would, by force of law, determine what Canada could charge for their exports?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In what court of law do these benighted idiots plan to sue? How do they propose to sue? To win? How do they propose to enforce punishment should the U.S. win the suit? The bill passed by 324 to 84. I don't believe that all of the people who voted Yea are stupid, but since the majority of that 324 are Democrats, I do believe that they think their constituents are just that stupid. I hope they're wrong about regular voting Democrats. We'll see. But when it all does blow up in our face, Nancy and her ilk will point their fingers at everyone but themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;9).What was the worst job you've ever had? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scraping living barnacles and other life-forms off of the hull of a boat. The best answer to why it's so bad is to merely try it yourself. The answer becomes luminously clear with every odorous squirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;10).If you could have dinner with any deceased actor/actress in the world, who would it be and what would you want to talk about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well let's see. I already had lunch with Vincent Price. I'd like to meet Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff, but I really wouldn't have much to say to them. I'm more of a fan of writers: Algernon Blackwood, Isaac Asimov, Thea von Harbou. I guess I'd like to have dinner with H.P. Lovecraft. I'd take him to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles in Long Beach and tell him (with a trunk load of magazines, books, video games, and DVDs) just how great an influence his work has exerted on the media, and hence, the world. I'd tell him that every Horror movie director alive seeks the Holy Grail of making the perfect scary Lovecraft movie. I'd tell him that a man of East Indian descent (S.T. Joshi) keeps his legacy alive. I'd tell him that a Mexican (Guillermo del Toro) is currently working on AT THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS as a project right after The Hobbit (and every fan knows why the racial heritage of these people are important, with regard to Lovecraft). I'd let him know that, despite the relative obscurity of his death, his legacy not only lives on, but is tremendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFUpMBxD_rI/AAAAAAAACcY/3K1UetNR2B0/s1600-h/Feo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFUpMBxD_rI/AAAAAAAACcY/3K1UetNR2B0/s400/Feo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212117430360604338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-1099700871563367313?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1099700871563367313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=1099700871563367313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/1099700871563367313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/1099700871563367313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2008/06/feo-amante-founder-of-1-internet-horror.html' title='Feo Amante - Founder of #1 Internet Horror Site'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFUpHtm5FXI/AAAAAAAACcQ/TMohNHKKEUI/s72-c/Feo9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-8010314613838402171</id><published>2008-06-13T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:43:27.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Steven Rhine - Founder of Girls and Corpses Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFMFpDmsP_I/AAAAAAAACbQ/yaR01DaqM6A/s1600-h/corpsy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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                                        &lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;               Unconventional Interview 2 Founder of Girls and Corpses Magazine                                             &lt;br /&gt;Category:  &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=388544416&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=1"&gt;Art and Photography&lt;/a&gt;                              &lt;/p&gt;                               &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Our 2nd Unconventional Interview is with Founder, Publisher, and Deaditor-In-Chief of Girls and Corpses Magazine, Robert Steven Rhine AKA: &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;Corpsy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;"This is the first comedy magazine about death," explains Girls and Corpses Deaditor-In-Chief Robert Steven Rhine," adding, "They said we couldn't do it. They said we shouldn't do it. But after sixteen web issues, Girls and Corpses Magazine is now a full-fledged print magazine with 80 full-color-glossy-pages of humor and horror, interviews and reviews, fiction and non and, of corpse, graveyards full of hot gorgeous models posing with cold rotting corpses."&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our motto: "So many corpses... so little time"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1). Girls and Corpses, always a toss up for any psychopath, what led &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; you to this concept for a magazine? Are the ladies in the magazine &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; real or are they just props(they look so darn real)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The girls are fake and the corpses are real. Real girls stink too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; much under the hot lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2). Ten years ago did this magazine concept have a life inside your &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; head? Had someone told you back then what you'd be doing now, would &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you have believed them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If brain worms are what you mean by "life inside my head," then yes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; If someone had told me back then that I would be doing Girls and &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Corpses Magazine now, I would have killed them and eaten them. As a &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; matter of fact, I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3). You've obviously met some interesting people due to the magazine, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; who was the most interesting and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hm...  There's so so many.  Take a look at all the amazing folks in our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; back issues here:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZ2lybHNhbmRjb3Jwc2VzLmNvbS9iYWNraXNzdWVzLmh0bWw=" target="_self"&gt;http://girlsandcorpses.com/backissues.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Belladonna comes to mind because she puts anything and anyone inside &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; her butt (I'm in there now).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, Shaye Saint John, because she has &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; no arms, no legs and half a face and makes the strangest movies I've &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ever seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Watching an autopsy at 1-800-Autopsy was delightful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rob &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Zombie and Sheri Moon Zombie we're pretty interesting folks to work &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I interviewed the girls that "squirt" and nearly drowned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; met Hollie Stevens, star of Clown Porn and then wound up hiring her for &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Girls and Corpses Magazine. She has been by my side at dozens of &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; conventions and events. My favorite story with Hollie was when I was &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; invited to be a keynote speaker at the regional gathering of Mensa. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Now don't ask me why they picked me. I guess geniuses are fucked up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Anyhow, I invited Hollie Stevens to come with me to speak about Clown &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Porn. She actually screened Clown Porn for Mensa and they sat though &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; the entire movie. I sat next to Hollie watching her on screen give the &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; longest blowjob in history wearing clown makeup. The next day, the &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; keynote speaker was Sheriff Michael Corona. He couldn't stop taking &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; about Clown Porn during his speech -- or take his eyes off Hollie -- &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; so we made an impromptu presentation of a DVD of "Clown Porn" to him &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; in front of the Mensa crowd. Sheriff Corona took some photos with &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Hollie. Nice guy. He was later accused of all sorts of malfeasance at &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; the Sheriffs Department and "let go."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hollie's now a full time&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; corpsespondant for Girls and Corpses Magazine. I love her like a &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; sister you want to molest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Is there anything you fear more than death? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Life --  if it's boring and average. That terrifies me.  Sitting in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;some small squalid apartment, staring at a TV all day alone, with a &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;bottle of oxygen by my side, a cigarette in my mouth and a dead cat at &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;because I became too fat to get up to feed it -- or maybe I ate it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;while watching Deal or No Deal -- is the worst kind of horror movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;).If the world were overrun with zombies, where would you seek safety &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; and what would you require in large supply to remain sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I would simply become a zombie and eat brains. I would cut off every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;head I could find and hoard them and sell them to the zombie like a &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; supermarket. If you can't beat 'em join 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6).What song do you love though it totally contradicts your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"You Light Up My Life."  I used to sing it every day until I lit my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; neighbor on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;7).What was your favorite television show when growing up and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My father was a television comedy writer, so many of my favorites he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wrote, like: All In The Family, Mr. Ed, Here's Lucy, Red Skelton, The &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brady Bunch, Odd Couple, and many others. I was a TV addict.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I also liked all the gimmick TV shows like Adams Family (my mother &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;played Morticia's sister), The Munsters, Get Smart, F-Troop and &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Gilligan's Island. They made me the deviant I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8).What was the worst job you've ever had? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Cleaning out the embalming filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9).How do you feel about the war in Iraq?Has that opinion changed over &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Where's Iraq?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10).Tell us in detail, the scariest nightmare you've had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm eating guacamole out of your skull.  So... what time should I come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;over for dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Uh....Thanks for the interview Corpsy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're welcome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Any Last words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Rot on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-8010314613838402171?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8010314613838402171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=8010314613838402171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/8010314613838402171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/8010314613838402171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2008/06/unconventional-interview-2-founder-of.html' title='Robert Steven Rhine - Founder of Girls and Corpses Magazine'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFMFpDmsP_I/AAAAAAAACbQ/yaR01DaqM6A/s72-c/corpsy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2946222053007786007.post-2863583977073576377</id><published>2008-06-11T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:07:42.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James Cheetham - Dark Fiction Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFCQ4bmciiI/AAAAAAAACZA/5I53W4p8SZ8/s1600-h/DSC06906jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFCQ4bmciiI/AAAAAAAACZA/5I53W4p8SZ8/s400/DSC06906jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210824068023749154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamescheetham.ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;OFFICIAL SITE OF JAMES CHEETHAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you could have dinner with any deceased rock star in the world, who would it be and what would you ask him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It would have to be Jim Morrison. I am astonished by how famous a man could still be after dying so many years ago. What was he 26 when he died, something crazy like that. And yet, 35 years later the guy is still an enigma. How does a guy live a more fulfilling life as a dead man, than most people do still kicking? I suppose I wonder if he'd lose that mystique if I actually met the man behind the legend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you miss most about being a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Just not giving a shit about anything! The days lasted forever…it didn't matter if you had gum in your hair or snot running down your face, all you had to do was show up and have fun…though I still know a few guys like that. Imagination too, I'm glad I have the chance to be a writer, I think many people lose that immense imagination we take for granted as kids. A stick was a gun, a box was a car…those were good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you had to be stranded on a desert island for a year, name the top five movies you would want to have with you to pass the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would need my original Dawn of The Dead of course, but would probably be crapping my pants once nightfall came…how big is the damn island? I suppose Castaway would be a good one too though I'd have to find a volleyball to make out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Something funny to keep me sane, let's see…Sixteen Candles is good for a laugh…Long Duck Dong is the man. Something epic00 maybe Apocalypse Now…I'd then eat the entire tribe should one exist on this island. One more…how about something light and uplifting like 28 Days Later or The Shining…keep me smiling and sane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tell us about your happiest moment in the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not sure I can narrow it down to a moment. This past year has been a big one for me with Fade To Pale coming out, and after thirty odd years, I am finally comfortable in my skin and am content with life. I think my daughter finally has the right guy for the Daddy gig…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you met Britney Spears on the street and she looked upset and confused, how would you help her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My first reaction a year ago would have been to make a joke about this odd question but as of late, I think that poor girl truly needs some help. We can say all we want about the 'poor princess' and all her money, but if anything confirms money isn't everything, it is her crumbling life. We are a nasty society as a whole. Look at Michael Jackson…we love to build people up and then tear them right down again…all of us so damn righteous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What song puts goose bumps on your arm and takes you right back to an earlier time in your life and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock Me by Great White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is a good example&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It came out right when I was discovering Jebus didn't want me as a kid anymore. I found a job washing dishes in the back of a Fish and Chips restaurant, and every night that song would play as we were cleaning up. I would then take a bus home smelling like tartar sauce and French fries thinking…nobody told me this was gonna happen! Greasy faced and zit covered, I was not happy with the outcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText2" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The way of the night has gone.&lt;br /&gt;We'll move on&lt;br /&gt;Got to find a way&lt;br /&gt;to face another day…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Great blues tune for a metal band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What song repulses you so terribly; you want to tear your hair out when you hear it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Go All The Way by the Raspberries…I don't know why but I think it effects the fillings in my teeth or something, I once tried to dig my own eardrum out with a ice cream scoop while it played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;What was the last concert you attended and was it worth the price of admission? Why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's an easy one, Iron Maiden three days ago. And hell yes it was worth the price of admission. I consider myself a part of Generation Bang Yer Head…and I never had the chance to see them. I was reading the review that the last time they were in Winnipeg, they only had 2500 people attend. Three nights ago they sold out in a day or so, 12500 diehard fans and even some smaller kids. I think the world is tired of the new slop we're being force-fed and are realizing the impact of some of these bands who give you bang for your buck. It was an incredible show, I thought I was 17 again, mind you, the air was thick with pot, could have been that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you could be a kid for one day back in the era where you grew up, what would you spend the afternoon doing? What would you have for lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I would wake up on a Saturday morning, grab myself a bowl of Apple Jacks and turn on one of the 11 English channels we received and watch four hours of cartoons. I would then brush my hair (yeah right) and head outside where I used to do this thing called 'being active'. They've since banned it from childhood. I would come home in time to eat Alpha-ghetti and toast whilst watching You Can't Do That On Television and then play a couple rounds of Ladybug on my Colecovision…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I might then wander over to the K&amp;amp;N convenience store where I'd buy a couple of Ritchie Rich comics and a pack of Kiss collectors cards, maybe even a Chocolotto chocolate bar and a can of Tahiti Treat and get my mom a pack of smokes. (She'd write me a note telling the guy working there that the smokes weren't for me…like that fat asshole cared…Shucks I miss that fat asshole…one time my friend Pat and I put tree sap on the handle of his door because he kicked us out&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in the middle of a game of Pengo…that'll show him…he probably still has sap on his hand bahahahahahahahah! You owe me a quarter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is George Bush really president?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm Canadian…me no speak English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2946222053007786007-2863583977073576377?l=unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2863583977073576377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2946222053007786007&amp;postID=2863583977073576377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/2863583977073576377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2946222053007786007/posts/default/2863583977073576377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unconventionalinterviews.blogspot.com/2008/06/james-cheetham-dark-fiction-writer.html' title='James Cheetham - Dark Fiction Writer'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030004288454408540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giK_ERwj8Vo/SFCQ4bmciiI/AAAAAAAACZA/5I53W4p8SZ8/s72-c/DSC06906jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
