Ask me anything
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No. Unfortunately, circumstances and differences in natural potential mean that not every person gets to be a superstar.
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Well-meaning dishonesty. I don't like dishonesty, but as long as it's not malicious or purely self-serving, it's relatively easy for me to forgive. I refuse to be dishonest, however.
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Yes. Please do so.
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Failure. I know the old saying is that "it's better to have tried and failed than to have never tried at all." but let's face it -- failure hurts. It's like the other saying, "it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved." Philosophically, I'm sure that's true, but I don't live philosophy, I live a real life where failing -- or losing love -- is the more painful alternative. And regardless of our ideals, I think many people are the same.
I don't mean one should avoid trying things when there is a risk of failure, or that one should never love in order to avoid loss. Clearly you have to live life fully even in the absence of any guarantees. I just believe it's better not to candy-coat the truth: failure sucks a lot worse than any missed opportunity.
That being said, I wholeheartedly believe it's better to try, whether you succeed or fail, than to live a fear-based life. -
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Hmmm. It really depends upon the situation. Sometimes even the most seemingly casual contact can be pretty erogenous. Maybe wrists, inner arms? Lower back?
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Well, I love the sound of my own voice, so it would probably be something in the old 'four-hour diatribe' format. I would probably cover the same topics over and over, and I would definitely avoid anything too factual or informative. Just heaps of opinions, vague threats and accusations, and vehement, if incoherent, ramblings.
I doubt I would worry much about other people understanding what I was going on about; however, I am very vain and concerned about people liking me, so I would probably pitch my show at a smallish but attentive group of people with no lives, narrow views and a propensity for violence, irrationality and devoted idol-worship.
Now that I think about it, Rush already owns that niche. Oh well.
I guess I'd better just stick to a weekly debate over which mythical or fantasy creature would win in a cage match. This week's episode: Unicorns vs. Monkeys Controlling Killer-Robots With Their Minds.
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Si, pero hoy solamento un poquito. Hace seis o siete anos que estudio Espanol (en la escuela y la universidad) y he olvidado todo, mas o menos.
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I've really never understood that whole thing. I've never called anyone daddy (or mommy, for that matter). But you can call me whatever -- I'm not picky.
Oh, wait. Yes I am. -
I do. And I'm not telling. I will say I miss being in love. Or in love with the idea of being in love.
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Sure thing. I think we've resolved the scepter/crown conundrum. Now I just need to figure out cape or no cape.
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Okay, James Lipton. I don't really have a favorite and I actually don't curse much. I tend to say things like "jiminy christmas" and "oh, criminy" and "fudge" and "poopie." I'm essentially a conservative fourteen year old from 1953.
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Hmmm. Do I get a cute uniform?
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When I wore glasses -- and was therefore smart -- most things bored me to tears. People, politics, culture, etc.
Now that I have contacts and my IQ has dropped 10 points, the world is suddenly a fascinating place full of interesting people. -
Sheesh! Which question ... What's my story? Oh, you know. I'm just some guy who says stuff and does things sometimes. Either that or I'm le Comte de Saint Germain. At this point, your guess is as good as mine.
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Oh, good grief. A) I am far too self-absorbed to ask other people questions. B) I am also far too concerned with being liked not to. What a conundrum.
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You know, it took a couple of weeks, but it's now at the point where I am largely unaware of their presence. There was an awkward transition period when neither contacts nor glasses felt right, but luckily that has passed.
Interesting note: My IQ seems to have dropped. I guess glasses really do make you smarter. ;) -
Hmmm. Interesting. Maybe Sherlock Holmes meets Artemis Fowl with a dash of Bertie Wooster and a smidge of Buggs Bunny.
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Okay, statement-in-the-form-of-a-question-person: Yes, not particularly, and yes, they are.
I do find people are mostly rather more dull and listless than curious. I myself am on the dullish side, at least when measured against the ideal. (Not really. In fact, I'm tremendously brilliant -- scintillating, even -- but it doesn't do to toot one's own horn, now does it.)
Genuine curiosity about one's fellows is an exceedingly rare quality. Most of us are only curious insofar as it translates into direct personal benefit. I want to know about you so I can get you to like me or to let me do things to you (in the naughty way).
(When I say I, I don't mean I, I. I mean I in the ironically-self-deprecating-but-really-above-all-that-spiritually-superior sense of the word.)
And no, I don't find life to be substantially improved by the asking questions. Questions? Blech. If you ask questions you get answers that people expect you to pay attention to and remember, and who needs that kind of pressure. (See how relatable I am? Charming. A real "everyman," don't you think?)
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Michael Owen Hill’s Bio
Saint Paul, MN
“Solitudine non e essere soli, e amare gli altri inutilmente.” Artist. Web writer. Snark. Marketing/development consultant: law, industry, arts, nonprofit.
