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1. Cowboy or Indian?
I always ended up playing the indian when we played this game as kids. I'm sure that speaks volumes about my character.

2. Which Superhero did you want to be?
Either a transformer (NOT R.C.) or Selena Kyle.

3. Favorite afterschool cartoon?
Well, in elementary school, I was all about the Transformers/G.I. Joe double feature. But in middle-high school I definitely enjoyed the duck-themed series. And I also watched a lot of Mama's Family. It was on right at 5 every day.

4. Favorite Saturday morning cartoon?
I watched so many, it's hard to pick a favorite. But, and I know this is totally taboo in the comic world, but I really liked the X-Men cartoon.

5. Neighborhood bully or sidekick?
Which did I prefer, or which was I? If the former, I preferred the sidekick, for obvious reasons. I was once chased home from school by a bully with a knife who threatened to “rape” me (inasmuch as middle school boys know what that word means). But if the latter, I was neither. I was kind of a loner until late high school/college.

6. Earliest song you can remember really liking?
The song at the end of Darby O'Gill and the Little people.

7. First LP you bought with your own money?
Like Maura, by the time I was old enough to buy my own music, I was buying cassettes, but I saved up my allowance to buy “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” by Cyndi Lauper. I was convinced (and still am) that she was the more talented one in the Madonna vs. Cyndi debate.

8. First elementary kiss?
Didn't happen. I was a tomboy until puberty and then I was too awkward for boys until I turned 16.

9. In kindergarten did you make an ashtray, plate, mirror or picture frame?
Plate w/ handprint.

10. First elementary celebrity crush. (when you were 10 or younger)
Han Solo.

March 2, 2006
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walleum original

We made it! For the second time, one of Elyse’s brilliant party ideas was written up by Party Crashers in the Stranger. I hate to admit it, but it’s kinda thrilling to read quotes (borderline anonymous as they were) from me and Faye, and especially to see our pictures in the elusive rag. Maybe some day our artistic projects will be equally embraced. Perhaps Elyse needs to take the helm of our PR department.

If nothing else, it has earned us a reputation as “black-hearted tarts” (as stated in the photo caption in the print edition), and that’s a label I can live with.

Party Crasher: When Being Depressed was Fun

by Paul Constant

With Valentine’s Day a bitter, empty memory, our hosts have thrown a post-/anti-VD party. The invitations were specific: It’s an ’80s (“Pre–Hot Topic and Marilyn Manson”) Goth Party. There are no dog collars, S&M latex, or painful-looking piercings to be found—just a lot of black lipstick and eye shadow and tons of the Cure and Siouxsie and the Banshees. A woman hands partiers high-school-style folded notes, adding, “Not that it means anything,” before slouching away. One reads: “Hey, Valentine! Love is pain! Whatever.”

People get tips on how to goth dance: “It’s kind of the antihippie dancing. Hippies dance with their arms outstretched and goths are all self-contained and dancing inward.” But even with an impressive smoke machine, the Darkness is hard to maintain: People are continually shouting, “No smiling! Never smiling!” A sad schoolgirl bubbles, “I’m the happiest goth in the world!” and someone else explains, “When I hear Joy Division, I just get happy… it makes me wanna dance happily.”

The partiers all look so adorable in their Heathers-era gloom that it’s enough to make you regret that Trent Reznor ever came along and depressed the hell out of the scene. Some women decorate Party Crasher with black eyeliner and lipstick, and we start to feel a little bit melancholy. We explain that we’ve never done goth before. “Well,” someone says, “you’re not really goth, you’re kind of… Gap-goth.” We say that being called Gap-anything makes us want to hang ourselves, and she snarks: “No, see, if you hung yourself, you’d be a real goth.”

March 2, 2006
Categories: Dear Diary . . Author: Baxter . Comments: Leave a comment