Too much of my soul has been eaten by Vaginas to spontaneously generate text.

[notfeelinclever]

Because I asked k80fs three questions, I must now continue the cycle, mostly 'cuz her entry told me to . . .

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less.

Ask me anything you want.

Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

Post anonymously if you

Comments

[vigothedespised]

1. Who is the greatest musician of all time?

2. If you could tell off any historical figure to fuck off, who would it be and why?

3. Cake or Death?

[notfeelinclever]

1) In what genre? My God. Let's say from a technical and virtuoso perspective, that Prince is amazing as an innovator and for having the ability to play that many instruments. But then there's Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Stravinsky, Bootsy Collins on Bass, Stevie Ray Vaughn on guitar (but where would he be without Jimi Hendrix? Robert Johnson? Arguably just as good, and that's not even counting classical guitarists), Perlman on violin, Ma on cello, Miles Davis, Cannonball Adderly . . . and I can't even begin to speculate on piano. All this is not counting vocalists and ignores country music, R+B and hip-hop, which adds more dimensions. So, ummm, yeah.

2)Woodrow Wilson, because everyone thinks he's great and did so much, but he was a racist chauvanistic asshat. That irks me, so I'd probably enjoy telling him off.

3)Uh, death-no! I meant cake!

And three shall be the number of the questions, and the number of the questions shall be three.

[anonymous]

(1) Didn't you in fact intend to title this post "Too much of my soul..." as opposed to the prepositional "to"? And the Roosevelt Corollary to this Grammar Doctrine: what's your favorite Grammar Schoolhouse Rock

Re: And three shall be the number of the questions, and the number of the questions shall be three.

[notfeelinclever]

(1) a: I don't know what you're talking about . . . it says 'too'. Ahem. b: As for that devilishly difficult corollary . . . I have to go with Mr. Morton. But if you catch me on the correct day, I'd say Interjections.

(2)a: Scissors. b: A pretentious art fuck is worse, because they assign value with their pretentions, while a pretentious literary fuck tends to just assign meaning. (Generally with the use of lots of silly words, and my inner logophile is rather keen on big silly words used to no purpose, perhaps even to the extent of throwing masturbatory caution to the wind and looking my moneyshot in the eye.)

(3) Oh. My. Jeebus. I wish I hadn't just looked my moneyshot in the eye, parce que I'd now like to take a gander at either of theirs! **system overload . . . too much hot mens** I'm gonna say Jonothan Rhys-Meyers though, if only so I can avoid prosecution under Tulane's newly stringent honor code regarding student/faculty . . . relations.

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