My Aunt Val passed away today. The best advice she ever gave me is that she loved me.
So, I thought I’d post a thoughtful interview. Not that all of the interviews I’m doing aren’t thoughtful but this is particularly heartfelt. You’ll see what I mean when you finish reading it.
“Scott Bourgeois is a published geek, award-nominated playwright, noted podcaster, actor/comedian, profesional radio journalist and handsome gentleman.”
One half of The Unknown Studio, Scott is a renaissance man of sorts. A multi-talented polymath who can do a little bit of everything. Also, I get the feeling that he should have been born 700 years ago. In fact, if there was anyone by my side swinging a double bladed axe on the field of battle it would be he. I don’t know why I feel this but I do. For some reason I just think he would have a very poignant witticism after destroying an army of foes. Anyway, here are his answers to what I have now dubbed “The Kraken 10”.
If you would give yourself a nickname what would it be?
Huh. Never thought much about that. Technically, Scottybomb was given to me by someone else… does that count?
If you could switch one body part with anyone else in the world living or dead, who and what would it be?
I’m pretty happy with my own body parts. If I HAD to pick one, I guess I’d take Anne Hathaway’s exquisite breasts.
In five words, describe your most uncomfortable dream.
I once had a nightmare where I was in a dark hallway, about to head downstairs, and thought Anita (my wife) was with me. I reached out to take her hand, and did, but as I turned and went through the door to head downstairs, I realized the hand/arm I had taken hold of didn’t belong to Anita – I didn’t know WHAT it was attached to – and I was in terrible danger. I woke up.
What is your favourite word?
I say “touché” a lot. But a word I just like to say, “INSUFFERABLE.”
What does that word smell like?
“Touché” smells a lot like rose petals. “Insufferable” smells like old gym socks.
What is your spirit animal?
The Duck-Billed Platypus. Because it’s that perfect mix of odd and rad.
If ghosts existed, would you want to meet one? If so, what would you ask it?
If ghosts existed, I would not want to meet one. Of all the hypothetical supernatural creatures, ghosts are the ones that conceptually freak me the hell out. If I did meet a ghost, I would probably just lose my shit.
If you could share a bottle of alcohol with anyone who has ever existed, who would it be and what would you drink?
Within the realm of possibility, Actor/Comedian/Nerd Patton Oswalt seems like he’d be cool to drink scotch with. If I get more fanciful, I’m told Oscar Wilde loved his absinthe, and he’d probably be a hoot to hang out with and come up with bon mots all night – assuming I don’t mind being flirted with (I don’t.)
What would you rather have as a pet: A dragon, a unicorn Pegasus or Ezra Levant?
Dragon just seems the most practical.
Finally, if you could live your life over again with guaranteed success, what would you do?
I’ve often thought of this, but ultimately come to the time-traveler dilemma of “what if I change something in the past, and it grossly impacts my future – and not necessarily for the better?” So I tend to just say I wouldn’t risk changing things. I guess if I didn’t go back TOO far it would be safe to warn my dad to get a cancer screening about eight months ago…