20 Questions with Motormouth

(Some might find this a bit self-centered. Considering that in my job I listen to 60 people talk about their problems every day, I think I’m entitled… 🙂

# First things first: When were you born?

November 23rd. When I was born, my parents brought me home from the hospital on Thanksgiving day.

# What year?

Let’s put it this way: I went straight to college after high school, graduated in 4 1/2 years and have been out in the workforce since March of ’94.

# Close enough. Read anything good lately?

Yes, most recently The Three Musketeers. Prior to that, Microserfs by Douglas Coupland, and while on vacation I read Geek Love by Katherine Dunn.

# Quite a selection. What’s your favorite genre?

EDITED, sorry!

# Do you keep a journal?

Back then I did — there are six volumes from high school in my nightstand.

# And now?

I don’t know — I try to, but always manage to get caught up in other things.

# Did you make a 1995 New Year’s resolution?

Yes: to be kind.

# How’s it coming along?

Pretty well. Somtimes its more challenging than others…

# What’s the most luxurious thing you own?

A monogrammed satin pillowcase.

# Monogrammed with what?

My initials: MEB


# Why do you go by Motormouth?

Because nobody spells my real name correctly.

# Come on…

No, I’m serious. When I was growing up, the high point of Easter was seeing how Nana had butchered my name that year.

# What was the worst?

The year I got the chocolate egg with “Marylin” scripted across the top.

# What do you consider your greatest accomplishment?

Doing my laundry and putting it away tonight. Accomplishments don’t count once they’re two hours old.

# Your biggest regret is…

Naming my cat “OJ”. It actually stands for Odysseus Joseph, but try explaining that in these times…

# Did you have pets as a child?

Yes, three Shetland sheepdogs and various carnival-trophy goldfish.

# Those goldfish will teach a kid about mortality real quick.

I remember getting ready for bed one night and noticing that Oscar wasn’t in his bowl. Mom and I looked and looked, but he was nowhere to be found. Two months later, I noticed him on the floor at the foot of my bed, staring up at me with his big blue eye.

# Gruesome!

You’re telling me. I’ll never forget it.

# Lynn, thanks for your time. Let’s close with your personal philosophy.

“Everything in moderation,” with the occasional exception of exercise and booze.