Thursday, September 18, 2014

Interview with my fictional character...Or, How to tank an interview with your own imagination. Pt. 1

Interview 1: Marisa Mason(Revised Edition)


Author’s Note: This is presented in transcript format. Ideas and conceptions about the character are still being written. Incongruities may therefore be found in the final form. 

I sit in a 20x20 room that is lit only by a halogen light above the six foot long conference table. The walls are nothing special and made of gray concrete. The floor is an off white giving the rim a dim effect. The only items I have are a pen and paper. Marisa Mason enters from a door on the far side of the room. She is wearing a black cardigan and light gray t-shirt underneath. She has on a dark auburn skirt that hangs just past her knees with a slit up each side. Underneath her knee high combat boots are neoprene tights. It’s as if she is dressed to fight or flee at a moment’s notice.

Marisa sets her black fatigue deployment bag on the floor next to her chair as she sits. Her round face is hidden beneath a perfectly straight black mane of hair that rests over the shoulders and down the middle of her back. She has an eggshell white complexion and electric blue eyes that are complemented by black eye liner and a pair of thick black framed glasses. Without the glasses she would have a gaze that studied you, yet looked through you all at once. The appearance of her clothes would make you think she was concealing a pudgy build. The cardigan itself was two sizes too big. But in truth, she is athletic. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. The tips of her blue painted fingernails were chipped. Signs of ferocious typing. You would almost peg her for a Goth chick.  With her hands clasped and resting on her knees, the interview begins.

ME: Thank you for taking the time to do this. If you want, let’s skip the formalities and get right to it. Please state your name and date of birth.

MARISA: You know all of that.

ME: Yes, but just state it for the record.

MARISA: It’s not every day a creator asks the creation to tell them their name and D.O.B. It’s like meeting God.

ME: Oh, so you believe in God?

MARISA: I don't know, you haven't decided yet.

I pause at this. I’m caught off guard. The notion of arguing with a character who’s been inside my head for twelve years seems surreal. I question my sanity for a moment. My own creation has taken on a life of her own. I decide to keep cool and move forward.

ME: Ok, just pretend I don’t know anything about you. This is an interview process. I just want to be sure if YOU know who you are.

Her gaze is unwavering. It’s as if she is waiting for me to blink or like she is studying me. With reluctance she gives in.

MARISA: Fine. My name is Marisa Athena Mason. Based on your indecisiveness, I don't have a birth date yet. Fall perhaps? Early eighties? I’m twenty two years old, so that puts a damper on the time frame of the story. I’m assuming around 2001-2002 when things take place. Or have you decided yet?

ME: Still on the fence.

MARISA: So far this interview is as pointless  as masturbating with an oven mitt.

I resist the urge to laugh or even chuckle. Perhaps I’m being too formal. Or maybe she is just that bored. Who knows? Wait. I do know. She’s screwing with me? No. She’s exposing a weakness. She knows I don’t know everything. Better to move on to things I do know.

ME: Fair enough. We’ll move on. What’s your occupation?

She lets out a sigh and looks away. Like in that Geico commercial with the owls.


To Be Continued…


Friday, July 18, 2008

Friday, June 27, 2008

End of the Week Complaints

So I stumbled upon a couple of videos this week that totally pissed me off. I don’t have a problem with our Armed Forces and the job they do, or helping people when they are down on their luck. The first video is about a girl that is a big fan of ICP Insane Clown Posse) and her baby died at child birth. So she calls up a “Juggalo” radio show to get sympathy. Ok, so this chick found out she was pregnant three months late and during that time of being oblivious she bragged about smoking, drinking and taking Xanax. And in the end she blamed the hospital for killing her baby. *Groan* Just watch…The things they did for that baby’s funeral are terrible. It’s one thing to b ea fan of something; it’s another to be a total cult fanatic.



You ditzy broad…You’re using your child’s death to get a hold of some free stuff. I pray you are unable to bear children again so that we are never populated with the likes of your offspring. The world will be much better off.

Now this next one is NOT, I repeat, NOT for animal lovers. If you’re not up for seeing a cruel happening to a small animal, then you’re done for the day.


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Dear Religious Figure Heads,

I respect our people over seas doing what is necessary to create democracy for those that are unable to establish one of their own. But the day that our soldiers are mistreating animals as a means of entertainment then 1) it’s time to bring them home, and 2) it’s time we reevaluated our background checks for joining the military. Because THAT shit is not funny, nor is it the type of thing our men (or women) should be doing. It’s obvious someone failed in the system. Better yet someone failed at home. Mom, Dad…You need to have a talk with your son before someone gets a hold of him, Because, if I ever recognize him out in public then he and I are going to have a chat at the base of a cliff.

Sincerely,

APS

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Wal*Mart-Great Place to Work

Pretty much sums up an overnight meeting at Wal*Mart, as of late.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

I'm Home....

Moving is hard. No, scratch that, it sucks. I've been moving off and on for the past few weeks and rain and tornados have kept me from moving everything at once. So i'm down to my dresser and the rest of my clothes and a few knick knacks here and there. Sigh....Want this to be over..