As usual, I made Nik answer some "interview" questions.
Since Nik trades with me at a feverish rate, now I force him to not only answer the questions, but also to make them up. Here's what he came up with this time:
Nik's story that came with the Undead Mosaic Clown Painting:
I used to be a clepto. I stole anything and everything. I even fit a giant stuffed monkey up my sleeve once. It got so bad I'd walk out of stores clicking and clanking with half the store. I never got caught and sometimes I was outright sloppy.
Lots of people like to send "extras" to The Sauce along with their official trade offers. Lots of people. Pretty much everyone. I've let it go in the past, but - like I say below - I decided to make an example of Will and punish him for doing the same thing that many others have done in the past.
As per usual, I have subjected Jessamyn to my own brand of "interview" questions.
This tradition began long ago when I used to pressure myself to come up with an engaging and funny story of my own to go along with each trade. Well, after about a million or so trades, it seems I have run out of stories, so now, I make my Sauce traders work extra hard by telling me a story AND answering my lame "interview questions." Personally, I think this solution is genius. Plus, I'm lazy.
This Halloween my wife and I celebrated our wedding anniversary. Years ago, for our wedding I rented out the Parkway theater in Oakland, CA and everyone came in costume. I dressed up as Beetlejuice and my wife was in a renaissance green dress. After the ceremony we screened Bride of Frankenstein and ate cakes that were in the shape of skulls.
Nik trades with me a couple of times a month at least so I'm not quite sure how many "interview" questions he has had to endure but I do know that I now have a lot of trouble coming up with good ones.
For this trade I made Nik think of five questions and answer them. I know, I'm surprised he even talks to me anymore.
Tim came to the April First Thursday art walk, looked at Nicolas' Drinky Clown Painting, turned around, ran home and came back with a giant painting of Pigface.
It's big.
Really big.
It's the biggest thing I've ever received. It's bigger than the credit card costume. It's bigger than Mrs. Woo. It's the biggest. And it's all Pigface. Every inch.
Patrick came by First Thursday with his wife Tina.
Actually, he dropped her off with the Time Machine Parts in front of the studio and she did much of the negotiation ("Are there any guys in here who can carry these Time Machine Parts? They're heavy!") while he circled the block many times looking for parking.
Nicolas' short but very sweet story submitted with "Scary Clown"
My fear of heights started from when I had a nightmare that gravity just shut off and everyone sailed off into the atmosphere to be burned alive. I held on to the roof until the roof too succumbs to drift away. Every now and again I clutch the floor with my toes as if staples would suddenly emerge from my toes to the cement.
