oh boy, i just got back from doing an interview for frank skinner (a uk talk show host) and i hope that i don’t get into trouble…
we spoke for about 45 minutes (of which the final interview will be roughly 20 minutes) and we talked about porn and sex and more porn and whatnot. we spoke of other things as well, not just porn and sex.
but my fear is that they’re only going to use the porn and sex stuff and make me look like a porn obsessed perv. which i’m not.
porn is ok. i’m not a porn fetischiste (that word looks better in german somehow. did i even spell it correctly in german? i have the ability to misspell things in many languages). and that’s what we spoke about (not being a porn fetischiste. among other things. but i said that already.)
it was a fun interview. but with selective editing i could end up looking like more of an ass than i already happen to be. i sure gave them a lot of raw material with which to ass-ify me.
ass-ify is the opposite of pacify, by the way.
pacifist. assifist. two very different words. oh, see, i should just stop now.
sometimes i think i’m being funny and then i get worried in thinking that people will miscontrue my pathetic attempts at humor and actually think that i’m being earnest. when i’m not. well, sometimes i’m in earnest.
but oftentimes i’m just attempting to be witty in my own sad little way.
and i ate wonderful indian food tonight but now i feel so greasy.
a double edged sword, that indian food. eating copious amounts of it probably didn’t help. and the mango pickle thingy was amazing.
very hot and spicy and picante. piquant.
rascally. good.
and good greasy night.
moby
p.s-off to barcelona in the morning. staying at the days inn by the airport. that’s where they’re putting all of the musicians. to save money. musicians don’t mind. most successful musicians aren’t demanding at all and are perfectly happy to share rooms at the barcelona airport days inn.
they’ve apparently got some pretty sweet vending machines in the lobby.