Bindo let me interview him for my blog. You know you will giggle as I did. (I suppose I should admit I’m not sure if the pronounciation is biiiiindo or beeendo.)
Bindo’s note to you, dear reader. Before I answered any of Medicated Lady’s questions, I felt it necessary to put on Beck’s “Sea Changes” undoubtedly, the most depressing record ever made. Hmm, where are my smokes? Ah, here they are! OK, everything is in place, Ashtray? Check!…Lighter?..Check!.. Coffee? Check! And now……
1. Can you describe your Dark Place?
Very dark, like a black hole, but with a great paint job and tasteful window treatments.
2. Where does your writing inspiration come from?
It comes from years of being on the road, smoking, drinking coffee, drugs and booze, hundred’s of dead end jobs and a ridiculous amount of meaningless sex.
3. How did Bindo, the writer, become Bindo, the writer?
After being fired or quitting hundreds of dead end jobs (for good and not so good reasons), it occurred to me that I wasn’t good at anything except writing about not being good at anything.
4. In a no-holds barred, caged fight, who would you want as your “wrasslin” ally: Bryan or me? Also, who would you be up against?
That’s tough, because you are both extremely cute and I am shallow on many levels. But I think considering everything, I would have you on my team because I could sit back, light a smoke and watch your luminous hair flying as you leap through the air to put the kabash on our opponents…
Segue way?
That would have to be Bryan and The Dalai Lama. First, well ya know, I get to wrestle with Bryan but mostly, I just like to win.
5. I’m at my happiest when I’m terribly depressed. I am allergic to fire ant venom. Is there any circumstance in which you’d ever want to be eaten by a grizzly bear?
Funny you should ask. I was out hunting bear, back in my Hemmingway days. I had a big grizzly in my sight, pulled the trigger and fired. The bear dropped to the ground. I ran over and the bear was no where. I felt a tap on my shoulder, turned and saw the grizzly. He said, “you have two choices: One, I maul and eat you or Two, you let me have my way with you.”
At the time I was feeling very prolific and didn’t want to die at the moment, which is always a strange feeling, so I opted for backdoor number two. Well, I was depressed over my rape and was going home. When I saw the grizzly again, I sighted him up and pulled the trigger. He dropped like a bad habit. I ran over to celebrate my victory over the horny bear but he was no where to be found. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and there he was with a grizzly smile. He looked at me and said, “You’re not here for hunting are you?”
Be sure to check out bindo’s site:http://bindo.wordpress.com/
Bryan has also reviewed one of bindo’s books on his blog: http://poeticgrin.com/2009/07/03/smoke-breaks-by-bindo/
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July 5, 2009 at 4:55 pm
jessiecarty
Sounds like an episode of Channel 101’s “Raped by Radioactive Bear Man” seriously. It was something like you should google it 🙂
July 5, 2009 at 6:10 pm
poeticgrin
Are you aware that in the gay community, bears are large, hairy men?
July 5, 2009 at 6:11 pm
poeticgrin
Great title, too!!!
July 5, 2009 at 9:11 pm
bindo
I misspelled segue….Oh the shame, and now with the new definition of Bear, I can no longer cope..Please send me many pills ASAP!!!!
Hehehehe…Thanks ML….It was fun, but ah, ya know, could ya change the misspell?
July 6, 2009 at 7:47 am
medicatedlady
bindo: Pay no mind to Bryan. He ALWAYS is a killjoy and routinely tells me things like, “in the gay community, you do know that toast means…”
July 7, 2009 at 6:21 am
Uncle Tree
The bear joke was hilarious!
A great answer to that
very strange question.
Everyone is good for something.
A red headed Phyllis Diller
comes to mind. Why is that?
July 7, 2009 at 7:29 am
medicatedlady
Uncle, I can’t possibly know what’s going on in your brain. Maybe you have a thing for redheads?
July 7, 2009 at 1:45 pm
Uncle Tree
Thing is…it’s the only color
I’ve never run my fingers through.
When I was young (ages ago),
they always reminded me of the sister
I never had, so I didn’t. I still have time. Yes?