Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
1. If archeologists were to analyze your keyboard, what could they find out about you?
That I haven’t cleaned the dust in my room since, uh… ever. And also I eat too much carbohydrate food that ends up sending crumbs in the keyboard. Although I try to avoid those (crumbs, not food), because I’ve got a nice keyboard, and it works well, and it took me eons to find one that would suit me. And it’s encased in metal, isn’t that cool?
2. When you grab your phone, do you always know who you’re going to call, or do you sometimes browse through the directory in search for inspiration?
I feel like I’ve already answered this question. Oh, right, I should: I had already answered this questionnaire once, but I eventually decided to go to bed without posting it. So I’ll check back my notes to see what I had written, and I’ll be right back.
I never grab my phone. At least, seldom of my own will. However, when I’m in Paris, alone and not knowing what to do or where to go, I sometimes take my phone and check out the directory, looking for a name I could call. Which usually leads me to conclude that there’s nobody I want to see, and then I quietly take the train back home.
I don’t like phones. Did I already say I don’t like phones? I don’t like phones.
3. What is the last thing that vexed you?
If I think about it again, it’s gonna vex me again, so I might as well not. Must have been someone who snubbed me on the Internet, probably.
4. What was the last snail mail you sent about, and why didn’t you e-mail it?
Two questions in a row about memory, that’s too questions too many. Ok, does it count when I’m sending checks to my banks to pay them in? Otherwise, must have been documents for the Maison des Artistes (which collects taxes and stuff for, well, artists), and they’re so modern and all that they’re not gonna be on the web anytime soon.
5. At home, are the doors more often open or closed?
Since I’m living with my parents, I always double-lock the door to my room. Well, not exactly, since there’s no lock, but I removed the outside handle, so no one can come and interrupt while I’m… uh, eating or, uh, surfing or, uh, blogging. So, door’s closed. But if I lived alone in a big apartment (and I’m so optimistic these days that it’s an
if and not a
when), I think doors would be more often closed than open. So that monsters and burglars (but mostly monsters) couldn’t get into my room unnoticed. Well, yeah, that’s important.
6. What will your refrigerator never be short of?
Uh… I don’t know, anything can always miss. I mean, some day or another. Well, I don’t know. Nothing.
7. Do you consider important respecting public property, and has your behavior evolved in time?
I don’t put my feet up on subway seats, I throw garbage in the cans, I don’t tag, I don’t destroy bus stops with a baseball bat… yes, I respect public property. And, no, my behavior hasn’t changed, because I’ve always been a timid and fearful boy who’d never have done anything that could get him noticed.