My grandfather Abraham. The Jewish custom was same first initial, different name. In New York in the 50s some of the Anglo-Saxon-sounding ones that Anglo-Saxons rarely used were considered inherently funny, though Arthur wasn’t as bad as Melvin or Seymour. Since no one else feels that way, I’ve gotten over it.
2. Last time I cried?
Can’t remember. I guess I pass that aspect of Correct Gender Performance
3. Soda or water?
Split the difference: warm, flat diet soda. Fake chocolate is my fave.
4. What's your favorite kind of pizza?
Mushrooms/onions/olives. Ham & pineapple is OK.
5. Favorite flower?
All the garish ones.
6. Roller Coaster?
7. Favorite ice cream?
Chocolate chip mint, but my pancreas don’t want me to have any.
8. Favorite book?
Illuminatus!/Stranger in a Strange Land
9. Shorts or jeans?
Neither. I decided 50 years ago that jeans are a particularly boring form of cosplay.
10. What are you listening to right now?
The voices telling me—I mean, nothing! Nothing at all!
11. Favorite color? Magenta, the one that’s not on the spectrum. (I refrain from saying, “unlike me.”
None. Unlike my (female) spouse, I am not macho enough to put up with the pain.
13. Favorite thing to eat?
Rare red meat
14. Android or iPhone?
Scary newfangled things! Get off my lawn!
15. Favorite holiday?
5/5. Not as Cinco de Mayo, but as the anniversary of my first zine
16. Night owl or mornings?
17. Fave day of the week?
Now that I’m retired, I don’t have one.
18. Favorite season?
Spring, I guess
19. Favorite Sport?