This is in response to the Daily Prompt: Inside the Actor’s Studio
What is your favorite word? Hmm…I don’t know. That’s a surprisingly difficult question for someone who loves words. The first word that came to mind (that wasn’t Splunk) is “melodious”. I like this word. I’m not entirely sure that it’s my most favouritist word in the whole entire universe, but I quite like it. I think I tend to like words that sound like their meaning. There’s a name for that…onomatopoeia! Only not quite. It’s more of a suggestion, a hint at the meaning of the word. Of course, the word for melodious could not exist as an exact onomatopoeia because every melody sounds different. Melodious sounds so…melodious. Like you should say it in a sing-song voice, or at least drag it out dramatically, like mel-OHHH-dious.
What is your least favorite word? I don’t think I can type that here.
What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Spiritually: The idea that we are all connected in this universe, that we are all made of the stuff of stars. Creatively: Julia Cameron’s The Artist Way. Emotionally: when people strive for empathy.
What turns you off? Spiritually: The idea that all people are spiritually empty. Creatively: The idea that we have to be good at something to be creative. Emotionally: When people are insensitive to the needs of others.
What is your favorite curse word? I’d have to say my favourite comes from one of my favourite fictional characters—Deborah Morgan’s unit of measurement, the “metric-fuck-ton” (at least that was where I first heard it).
In fact, here is a glorious tribute to the awesome wordsmith that is Deborah-like-a-sailor-Morgan: (must verify age to watch this one, and do I have to warn you about the language?)
What sound or noise do you love? I love the sound of leaves crunching beneath my shoes in the fall.
What sound or noise do you hate? Where do I begin? I’m rather sensitive to sounds. My least favourite sound in the world is a bit of a mystery, but sounds an awful lot like people playing with marbles on a hardwood floor in the room upstairs. You know, some cities have a by-law that prohibit carpet-less rooms where there’s a suite downstairs. Just sayin’. The second sound that comes to mind: you know when you’re washing dishes or putting them away, and two dishes hit each other just the right way and make that special pitchy sound that just goes straight to the centre of your brain and sets off an explosion there?
Just me then…
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Writer. Obviously.
What profession would you not like to do? Dentist. Ew.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? You’re late.