The first in a weekly “7 Useless Facts about Karsten” column. The rotating final question will always be answered by a guest author.
First thought upon waking up this morning:
Dear birds chattering outside my window: It’s 8am. Shut yo damn beaks.
Cryptic line that I wrote today:
“Now I know for certain the jelly’s always going to come with the peanut butter.”
The five songs on repeat in my playlist right now:
“Hit the Ground and Run” by Great Big Sea
“Pretty Handsome Awkward”* by The Used
“Cave In” by Owl City
“Soldier On” by The Temper Trap
“Wait It Out” by Imogen Heap
If I could be anywhere in the world right now, I would be:
Sitting with an enormous mojito on Ocean Drive in South Beach. Or on the Spaceship Earth ride in Disney’s Epcot Center (aka the ride in the giant golf ball, aka the most relaxing 15 minutes of your life).
The last movie I watched start-to-finish:
When I was a baby, my two first words were:
“Hotdog. Soda.”** (A lifetime of healthy eating followed).
If Karsten were an alcoholic beverage, he would be a…
My answer: A Manhattan
Guest Author answer:
“Well, this demands careful consideration. Is he the type who demands a frilly umbrella tucked against the glass? Is he clear or dark liquor? Bottle or pilsner? Imported or domestic?
My gut reaction is to suggest he's an Appletini or a Cosmo, but neither one of those is really awkward enough to adequately convey Karsten's...unique sensibilities. And if I suggest that he's something Canadian like Labatt's, he'll pout because of his unfulfilled lifelong ambition to become a Canadian Mountie.
In the end, I think it's safe to say that Karsten is whatever drink ends up as the $2 Ladies "Knight" special.”
~Scott Tracey, Author of Witch Eyes (Flux, Fall 2011)
*Also one of my nicknames in college
**No, my parents weren’t feeding me these things.