skeetonmischa:
In this week’s very special installment of Silly Questions For Smart People, we catch up with the very awesome Frangry…
Editor’s Note: Michael Dempster helped with a couple of the questions.
I’m glad Douglas didn’t point out which questions were mine, cause they’re creepy. For example, one of the questions I submitted that Douglas had the good sense not to ask her:
Do you think there’s a bell curve for what turns you on? Like, maybe the stuff you started masturbating to in early adolescence is the same stuff you’ll masturbate to when you’re really old and the hardcore/freaky stuff is a bulbous peak lying somewhere in the middle? Or maybe the return to that early material indicates not a downward/returning curve but instead an ascent/descent to whole new levels of freakiness?
There were some others too but they’re, you know, really creepy.
I only read books in transit. In most cases, the subway. Also planes and buses but much less frequently. I can’t even begin to calculate an average reading speed due to the indefinite transfer delay, interesting subway goings-on and occasional lapse into an ipod coma, so I present the list as-is, noted at date completed:
1/3: The New York Trilogy
1/10: The Big Sleep
1/13: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love
1/16: I, The Jury
1/28: My Gun is Quick
2/3: Vengence is Mine!
2/13: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
2/19: No Country for Old Men
3/9: Money
3/16: The Erasers
3/23: The Wanderers
3/31: Now And On Earth
If I can remember, I’ll post the other quarters later. Also I think Art Garfunkel inspired me to do this? And I do read other printed material sometimes: morning Posts, the Paris Review in the bathroom (theory: latent laxative effect?), the occasional Sunday Times, advertisements, etc.
I’m proud of him. I once talked with him on the record for the day job and now regret this portion of the interview:
16. When was the last time you had sex?
The last time was years ago. I can’t even begin to…I don’t know.
Just set the scene. Candles?
Define sex.
Vaginal.
I was born in 1977. The last time I saw a vagina was 1977.
It’s revealing in retrospect but more an error on my part. My definition of sex is really not so Clintonian - I don’t know what I was thinking/going for. My apologies to all non-vaginal sex havers and have-nots and haver-ers or whatever.
“This stuff is better than cotton candy, really it is. It’s made out of real cotton.”
I thought Scarlet Pimpernel was a kind of bread. I thought antipasto was the opposite of some other food. At Sunday school, the teacher and the pastor kept saying, ‘Thy will be done,’ and I kept thinking, ‘Thy what will be done?’
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
In an impenetrable fortress high above Metropolis, the evil Dr. B tells rock idols The Tones that he plans to use their $10 million ransom to manufacture a giant computer - one he’ll use to synthesize artificial kryptonite and build a floating/Earth-orbiting supercity: “Everyone in the world will work for me and for my pleasures.”
![I know the hack joke is something about that not being paint, and I’m totally willing to make it - but I came here today to tell you The One Thing I Know In My Heart Is True:
Blake Lively has the best tits on television.
Saying differently can get you stoned in some Muslim communities. I checked. It’s commandment #1 in the Best TV Tits handbook: You Shall Have No Other Gods Before the Best Tits on Television. [via]](http://media.tumblr.com/fbN7XUrGdh0zbagzrl7TXlIso1_400.jpg)
![That’s Mickey’s second wife. The book’s dedicated to her as well, but I don’t see how that matters much when she’s already armed and nude on the cover. He met her nine years before when she posed for the back cover of The Girl Hunters. After their divorce (ugly), she joined forces with raccoon-raising superagent Ruth Webb. Their specialty was rehabilitating careers. John Wayne Bobbitt was a client until his decision to star in a porn film titled John Wayne Bobbitt: Uncut got him dropped from the agency’s roster. [pic via and previously]](http://media.tumblr.com/BqW1NiIh6gsg555mBlQIdqlko1_400.jpg)
![Superman LP [1975 - Power Records #8156]. Cover art by Neal Adams. The excerpt below is from “P.O. Box 65.”](http://media.tumblr.com/fbN7XUrGdgs2yolc67851uYmo1_400.jpg)
