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Who Are You?: SuperEGG
Where Are You?: The mindscape of Natalie Hope McDonald, a cartoonist sometimes. What Are You?: An egg, of course, but not your run-of-the-mill ovum. What do you make?: Random points. What do you love?: This week? Elvis Presley. Last week, Marcel Proust. What do you hate?: The Nut. He's my arch rival. (For all you Freudians, yes, this is gender centric with mass sexual overtones). What do you listen to?: "Blue Hawaii" What do you watch?: My back when The Nut is around. What do you drink?: Cosmopolitans. What do you smoke?: Jailhouse Crack Rock in episode three of the comic strip. What do you take?: Irony for granted. What do you believe in?: 1983, I think. When We Were 16 Where were you?: A mere blip in my cartoonist's brain. She hadn't yet conceived of me. She was more concerned with getting her driver's license.What were you?: Waiting to happen. What did you wear?: Who needs clothes in the Garden of Eden? Otherwise, my yolk on my sleeve? What did you listen to?: The beating of a little girl's heart. What did you watch?: Out for fallen rocks. What did you love?: The idea of ink more than living it. What did you hate?: Waiting for my cartoonist to hit 25. What did you drink?: In life. What did you smoke?: Ghosts in the back of Lisa Loeb's head. What did you take?: Time. What did you want to be?: Not just any egg, but SuperEGG. Who did you fight?: Years in waiting. It was no small matter. I do not believe in God. Who/What did you believe in?: Good question. Where did you go?: Into the symbolic pan. What did you learn?: It's not easy being an egg. |