come up with answers to stupid questions people ask me

With enough to mark it off.

Coolio

I don’t want to even take the time to answer them anymore!!

Right up Urnaus.

Does it ever rain inside?

No, it’s the front, we’re all standing backward!

Only if you want it.
No, I’m going to have it bronzed and put on my mantle.

A: A hundred and twelve—we like to change seats every few minutes.
A: One—my wife will sit on my shoulders.
A: I don’t know—I can’t count that high, either.

So I wonder how this works…
Do you ask a question first and then I answer…or do I give and answer and then you ask the question??

Well…maybe I’ll try to give an answer first.

Answer: Eleven

Okay, so I’ve decided that Will Oldham is my favorite musician of all time. I don’t see myself changing my mind on that matter for any reason. End of matter.

I really hate when people ask me questions about myself because I almost never have anything to say. I love music and I love film, yet if someone asks me what my favorite band (or film) is I can’t give them a straight answer. If I happen to come up with a band, the next logical question is what are they like or what have I heard by them or why do you like them or something like that. I hate questions!!! And yet if I asked someone else, they might have actually put some thought into the answer beforehand. Like the guys in High Fidelity! I like to pride myself in not having put too much thought into things, not being obsessed, not being frivolous. But I think, maybe, it’s about time to actually flesh out what it really is that I like and why. I guess that’s not too lame.