Here’s a little fun thing Jeremy C. Shipp has given to us. Instead of the usual Q & A interview, we’re trying something a little bit different here. Enjoy. And be sure to check out Jeremy’s writing. It’s a lot of fun. 13 1/2 Things you didn’t know about Jeremy Shipp.
13 & 1/2 Things You Didn’t Know About Jeremy C. Shipp
1. Everything I know about the past and future I learned from the Flintstones and the Jetsons.
2. My shoe size is 9.5. My elf shoe size is 12 twinkles. But in truth I don’t often wear shoes. I’m like a Hobbit, only my feet are hairier and I’m less likely to go on adventures.
3. The “C” in Jeremy C. Shipp stands for one of these words: Curmudgeon, Calvin, Christopher, Cacodaemon, Crispy, Cookie, Cullen, Crabapple, Chubasco.
4. I live in a semi-haunted Victorian farmhouse full of lazy ghosts who won’t even help me with the dishes.
5. None of my toes have much of a personality, except for the middle toe on my right foot. His name is Roy. He speaks in riddles and he sings like the toe of an angel.
6. My first memory is the memory of a nightmare about a monster.
7. The clowns in my attic look a lot like me, but I don’t know why.
8. When I was in 4th grade, I wrote my first short story. The tale is about UFOs and aliens and a planet called “Bad,” where good things go bad and bad things get worse. I have visited this planet on a few occasions, and let me tell you, it’s not much fun.
9. I believe in unicorns, but they don’t believe in me.
10. In my opinion, the meaning of life is to get so wrapped up in living that you don’t care about the meaning anymore. Oh, and the meaning of life is also French fries.
11. I love talking dogs, but not the racist ones.
12. Years ago, I found a parrot on the street and nursed him back to health. As soon as he regained his strength, he laughed like a mad clown and knocked over his food dish. Then he flew behind me and bit the back of my neck, again and again. I don’t blame him. The back of my neck is a jerk.
13. I am, in fact, a giant yard gnome. I have lived so long among humans, I often forget that I’m not one of you. More often than not, I eat human French fries and I wear human T-shirts. However, on the gnomic holidays, I wear the traditional pointy red cap with pride.
13.5. You’re not going to believe this, but in my spare time, I like to wrap myself in–
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