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Part I: Scratching The Surface

Hello my name is...

John Grigsby.

I hale from...

re-conigurated atomic structures of the past and future.

And currently reside here in

Feb 21st 2010 3:39 pm.

I am well trained in the art(s) of...

breathing.

And have the power to...

grow hair.

I pay respect to the following ancestors:

electricity and single cell organisms.

Earthlydelights

My quest is...

to finish this questionnaire.

I will not rest until...

I go to space.

It all started when...

the phenakistoscope was invented.

My current weapon of choice is...

telekinesis.

My current poison of choice is...

very tasty.

My biggest fantasy is...

to be able to teleport and fly.

And the reality is

that I just don't have enough time to do that right now, I'm pretty caught up in the daily grind.

The most impossible monster I can imagine is...

pretty scary.

The grandest marvel I can imagine is...

the monster that is pretty scary.

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Part II: Digging Deeper

1) Art is...

a) A reality
b) A fantasy
c) A reflection of (a)
d) A distortion of (a)
e) A reflection of (b)
f) A distortion of (b)
g) Both (a) and (b)
h) Both (c) and (d)
i) Both (e) and (f)
j) All of the above
k) None of the above
l) Huh?

j- Art.

2) Agree or Disagree?

"Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels."

j- "The sleep of reason produces monsters." -f.g.

3) On a stroll through the woods, you happen upon a particularly comfortable looking, moss-covered boulder. Tired from a long days' journey, you unfurl your limbs to discover the boulder beneath you is actually the foot of a very ancient, sleeping forest troll. You turn to make a hasty escape, but find your path blocked by what you realize is a grove of groggy giants. What do you do?

j- I would show the giants my belt buckle that says, "7 down in one blow". (This is to impress them so they don't step on me). If the belt buckle thing doesn't impress them enough, I will take a piece of cheese out of my pocket and squeeze it in my bare hands. And if all of that fails I will take a bird out of my other pocket and throw it into the air. I am not too concerned about the trolls, I'm used to them now.