INTERVIEW MEME
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me!"
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on...

interviewed by the lovelyartemismuse

1. In essay format, what do the words "sparkly vampires playing baseball" mean to you? Go.
Oh. Oh my now. Are we...are we going there? Are we going "Twilight"? 'Cause I'll go there, yes siree, I will. Okay, "Twilight," I believe, can be perfectly summed up in the whole sparkly vampire baseball episode. So you're an undead vampire. Creature of the night. The embodiment of the eroticism of death, and as we all remember from "Buffy" (Spike, I am looking directly at you), death can totally be eroticized. And what do you do, as a wealthy, super-powered, immortal vampire? What. Do. You. Do? You move to the Pacific Northwest so you don't SPARKLE IN THE MOTHERF%#@ING SUNLIGHT, WTF STEPHANIE MEYER, hook up with Bella "Mary Sue" Swan and perpetually cockblock your-own-self by playing baseball. With your adoptive vampire family. While wearing matching uniforms. I ask very little of my supernatural creatures, but damnit, if there's a vampire in a book/film/television show, he had better want to bite me.

2. When you publish your first best-selling novel, what will the dedication say? If there won't be one, what will you have chosen NOT to say?
Hmm, I'm pretty sure I promised my fourth-grade music teacher my first book dedication, but I'm pretty sure she's forgotten that by now. It's lame to say it depends on the book, but I'm pretty lame in general. I can tell you the dedication on my thesis that I plan to remove before submitting. It's entitled But Broken Lights Will Lead You, and the dedication reads: "for myself, because people can get better."

3. So just what is it you're doing with your life after graduation now, anyway?
Ah, the $64, 000 dollar question. In an ideal world, I'll get this volunteership I'm killing myself to apply for and spend some time Doing Good in London, thus giving me another, legitimate overseas experience for my resume and allowing me to get a job working at some kind of study abroad department, shipping other starry-eyed students overseas. Either that or possibly going to grad school at this one place downtown Chicago that doesn't make me want to throw up when I think about it. So, you know. Options.

4. Has the Tam Lin curse finally abated? I must know.
...kinda. And wow, way to throw me back. The Tam Lin curse, for those you don't know (i.e. everyone but my lovely interviewer here), was a phenomenon I experienced in high school where basically everything I explored or researched or asked someone about led me to Scotland and the Tam Lin legend (which is my favorite fairy tale, btw). Kinda sorta abated, after I had the reverse experience while in Edinburgh. Katie and I were all hyped up about seeing us some hot Scottish guys and our first day touring, we're standing in line at the Castle when we spot these great-looking guys...wearing Minnesota sweatshirts. Turns out they lived right behind my building the year before. I think that kind of canceled it out.

5. What is the latest "crack" moment you've had in your life? (Example: "I will never leave you to the hallways and the night..." that was a crack moment.)
Ah, the hallways and the night! Oh! Got one! In my Italian class, during a debate on the pros and cons of Enlgish words slipping into the lexicon, I did a non-ironic Z-snap. Like, I didn't even really process what I was doing, I just knew I'd made a really good point and need to emphasize it as much as possible without speaking in English. And as if by its own accord, my hand came up and I totally Z-snapped (as in "don't go there, girlfriend" snap snap snap) the other debate team. Oh, yes. I am too cool.

6. (I know, right? But he asked me to elaborate, so that's what I'm doing) What, exactly, *is* delicious?
It's really quite simple. Delicious is anything that makes you shiver. Not just any shiver, but those little frissons that feel like someone turned up tiny electrical currents just under your skin. I get that feeling from reading a good passage in a book or listening to great music or that moment on the rollercoaster *just* before you drop. *That* is delicious.