I've stolen this from Max's blog, since Daffy's questions there were better:

Favorite muppet:

First of all, Sesame Street counts. That said, I'm gonna bend the rules a little and say Bert and Ernie. Sometimes I'm Bert — uptight, nerdy, serious — and sometimes I'm Ernie — carefree, jocular, childish. It's like Jim Henson's take on Yin and Yang.

Least favorite co-worker:

My first "real" job was at an ad agency. I was brought on to staff up an existing account. Needless to say, the peer I was joining took it as both an affront and an invitation to cutthroat competition. Bear in mind, neither of us was pulling in $25k, before taxes, and the work was shit that most interns are overqualified for. That didn't stop her — she'd constantly be looking over my shoulder, seizing on any opportunity to criticize my work (I recall, one time, she neglected to help me stuff around 1000 envelopes, only to bemoan my folding technique) and would actually notify our bosses every time I was five minutes late to work. No, seriously. This was an actual "adult", "professional" person. Picture a younger version of the mom from "American Beauty". Last I'd heard, she married some rich sissy that she pussy-whipped in college and went to work for a book publisher. Oh yeah, and we sat in the same office. Not just the same "office", but in a single (windowless) room, with our chairs back-to-back.

Favorite t-shirt:

I have a white "Salvador Dalí" t-shirt from the Prado in Madrid. Salvador was a bad-ass but, more importantly, that shit was mad comfortable. It was sturdy, but not so heavy that I couldn't wear it in the summer. I rocked that shit so often that, not only did it develop pit stains, but the fabric was worn so thin that you could almost see through it. And my enormous breasts and belly, at my peak heaviness, didn't make it any more flattering. Since then, it's been semi-retired: it's strictly for lounging around at home and I don't wear it out of the apartment.

Hung-over food:

Bacon, eggs, cheddar and some sort of starch — a bagel, an English muffin, a biscuit or some good, hearty bread will do just fine.

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