What is your favorite word?Judging by frequency of usage literally would probably win, even when it's not true. Actually would come in a close second. I also love the sound of words ending in _k- i.e. chalk, walk, book, steak, freak.
What is your least favorite word? Alliteration, and I hate the phrase to me or for me, particularly when it's used over and over again. It drives me crazy.
What turns you on (creatively, spiritually or emotionally)? Good acting. Watching people be generous with one another or really understand one another.
What turns you off (creatively, spiritually or emotionally)? Mindless imitation. Lack of curiosity. Pretense.
What sound or noise do you love? I love the sound of pine needles which have fallen on the ground crunching softly beneath my feet, it actually reminds me of the sound of words ending in _k. I love the sound of a certain type of heel makes when it clocks on the sidewalk (also a _k sound). I also love the sound my fake down comforter makes when it rustles.
What sound or noise do you hate? I hate the sound of people speaking on most television programming, particularly the talking heads that deliver so-called news. I never get my news from television any more. But whether it's talk show hosts, news magazines, sitcoms, or especially commercials, even without hearing the content, the sound of tv is instantly recognizable to me and its rhythms and the fakiness agitate me.
What is your favorite curse word? Judging again by frequency of usage "fucking hell" ranks right up there. Though I'm also partial to "Jesus H. Christ on a horse."
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Actually I'm in the process of attempting it - neuroscience. (There's that actually rearing its ugly head) Medicine used to be my road not taken before that. I'd also love to host a radio interview show with people of cultural interest.
What profession would you not like to do? Where do I begin? Mafioso don, garbage man, nurse, waiter, any sort of politician, anyone responsible for cleaning up other peoples' bodily fluids (although blood per se doesn't bother me), grocery store bagger, telephone salesperson, municipal bureaucrat, and I don't really need to be a parent, though I have endless respect for them, particularly my own.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? The library is right over here. Would you like wine with that?
Care to join me? It only took 49 minutes, including making a cup of ginger tea. Still not sleepy. Damn.