(On a side note, I am not going to address the picture of a naked cartoon girl on a llama because I do not want to, nor, frankly, do I know how to.)
What’s your favourite pokémon? (Sloppy Emma. I’m disappointed)
Eevee. Because if you have different stones you can turn it into lots of different ones. That is a pokémon with potential. Also much fluffy. so cuteness.
Oh also Lickitung, I remember well the Pokémon Stadium game on Gamecube where you had to run around eating as much sushi as possible as a Lickitung with absurd sounds and crazy running.
Honourable mentions: Snorlax. For obvious reasons. and Blastoise – we would be nearly the same size. close your eyes and think about that.
Who is your favourite cartoon character and why?
Hmm many to choose from.
But Velma from Scooby Doo is definitely up there. I sympathise with her occasional myopic helplessness.
Which celebrity do you think you are most like?
ummm… I have absolutely no idea. So maybe (only) in that way Greta Garbo or Patrick Star, who literally lives under a rock. I did an online test that said my face was most like Gwen Stefani though, take from that what you will.
like looking in a mirror
Have you ever had an epiphany?
Okay sorry, here we go:
BRUCE WILLIS WAS DEAD THE WHOLE TIME
IT WAS HERMIONE THAT LIKED RON THE WHOLE TIME
and now apparently we’re eating biscuits upside down?!
My understanding of a situation was fundamentally altered and deepened in each case so yes, they do count.
Who is your idol? (apart from me obviously..)
Baal. or maybe Stephen Fry.
Do you believe in any type of God?
I don’t know. no one wants to believe they’re so insignificant that the whole world could happen by chance, and the whole song about being one thread in a tapestry from The Prince of Egypt is eminently likeable, but on the whole, no. Something must have happened in the development of life on earth that led to the beginning of life and the inception of consciousness but I don’t know what. Call it God if you must.
Describe yourself in 3 words (not a question but hey..)
Sarcastic travelminded (I have decided that’s a word) Londoner
What do you think happens when we die?
When I was little I was told that death was a door – I don’t know why but I imagined an old man stooping to get through a tiny door in a wall. This shut me up for about a minute but then what’s on the other side? I can’t tell. All I know is that on this side of the door you live on in what you leave behind, materially as well as in the minds of others.
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WILL WE EVER BE THAT HAPPY