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I'd go with Bette Davis to burn down Joan Crawford's house(s).

My show would be divided into three sections (Acting, Directing/Writing, Music) and each night we would have one person from each section to discuss their latest project. So as of 04/30/2010, tonight's show would consist of Cate Blanchet (Actress), Ridley Scott (Director), to promote their upcoming movie Robin Hood and a musical guest to close the show and promote their upcoming album - I don't know much about music so I'd have the casting director make a recommendation, I'd look into the artist and we'd come to a conclusion.

Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty, that bitch is something fierce. Or Ursula, I'd love to rock some tentacles.

I wish I knew, do you know?

I believe in serendipity.
Fate is possible but unlikely.

Why didn't your security have a response to that lady who said she was going to rape you in the middle of your speech? It seems that should be a concern for them to take some action into but they never did...

There are some misinterpretations between being Lycan and being a Werewolf (that's just lazy writing at work). I would rather be an ancient vampire than a modern-hack-of-a-horror vampire.
Remember: being a werewolf is a curse, being a Vampire is a dark gift.

I would think that zombification would be delightfully liberating. And let's be honest, I wouldn't survive very long anyways (Unless it slow-zombies, then I'd just have to keep driving away). I would prefer to be a zombie that does creepy-as-hell stuff like dressing as a nanny and attacking British children. Even in living-death I wouldn't follow other zombies in a pack. I guess that means I don't have a SURVIVAL strategy but more of a "posthumous activities plan".

I've traveled some, but not nearly far enough. I'd wager Tulsa, Oklahoma is among the farther places. I lived there for a year. I plan to travel all over the world.

Best Buy, even though $1,000 wouldn't take me very far but I'd certainly go home happy.

Rainy as Hell! All I need for a perfect day is a reason to stay inside! Plus rain reminds me of the ending of Breakfast at Tiffany's where they find the cat and admit their love for one-another - that's the epitome of romance.

Whoa, you are asking the WRONG person. All athletes I know of are more overrated than I care to tolerate.

Myself, but only because I don't know many people and because I have a big enough ego to say so.

This is actually something I deliberate everyday, and everyday I come to one of two conclusions. 1) No one chooses their name so I would ask someone important to me to choose it for me. 2) Something eccentrically unusual, memorable and intriguing.