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Are you a “stay in pajamas all day kind"of person?

It varies? The first couple weeks I was, and then when I was going a bit stir-crazy or needed separation between “work/on” time I put on outside pants. But now I’m back to sweatpants all the time.

What’s your favorite snack?

Cheese and Wheat Thins. I may have made this into a meal more than once.

(I bought a giant food service pack of havarti at the restaurant supply store. I didn’t think I would be able to finish it all. I was very very wrong.)

What three emojis best describe your attitude towards what’s going on right now?

🍞🤦🏼‍♀️😫 

do you believe in ghosts?

only metaphorical ones. 

what’s your favorite fictional universe?

god, K.J. Parker's dumb late antique europe with the serial numbers still mostly on there still feels like coming home 

what was the best thing that happened to you this month?

the uwulf of wall street

don juan: tell your funniest joke. 

oh no the problem here is that i hate humor and prepared jokes and the people who are going to listen to my prepared joke so my favorite is the genre that's something like: 

I stayed at a monastery in a distant country once, and there I heard a strange noise coming from a room. I knocked on the abbot's door and asked what it was. "Ah, my son," he said. "I cannot tell you, for you are not a monk." 

"If I became a monk, would you tell me?" I asked. 

"Yes," said the abbot. "But to become a monk you must count the stars in the sky and the blades of grass in the field." 

So I spent many years studying the stars with my glass, and on my knees I counted the blades of grass in the green field. And at last I returned to the abbot and gave him my count.

"Now may I become a monk, father?" I asked. 

He nodded gravely. 

"And what is the noise?" 

"To find that you must come with me," he said. 

He led me through a twisting labyrinth, and in its heart there was a grate; he opened it with a rusted key, revealing a staircase leading into the bowels of the earth. I followed him down the stairs. At the bottom he unlocked another door, then another, and another, and at last we came into the Chamber of the Noise. And there I beheld that which made that Noise. 

[pause in which you wait for your audience to ask "what was it?"]

"I can't tell you, you're not a monk." 

hymn of pan: in your opinion, which natural phenomenon is the most beautiful?

Beauty, in all its forms; i search for in in the written word. 

Crowns, as we all know, just give them all to me!