Adam was able to sober up enough to answer these...
Tell me about the favorite pet you've ever had. Did you adopt it or did it adopt you?
The
idea of pets is historically somewhat more complicated than you might
imagine, actually. I can recall a fair number of animals I would have
called “friend”, which is approximately how I would identify a wild
animal that I didn’t want to eat and that didn’t want to eat me. But
that was early on, when it was a bit less likely for said animal to be
instinctively frightened of me.
Also
implicit in “friend” is the idea of equal footing, which changed when
animals became domesticated. For the creatures it was possible to
domesticate—just as a personal note, do not try to ride a zebra—it was
very difficult to see them as pets because we treated them more like we
treated plants: something we grow to eat, trade or sell.
Then
came the idea of domesticating plus breeding, and then certain animals
that I was hardwired to dislike, fear and/or hunt and kill and eat
became household pets. Or rather, their smaller, tamer descendants
did. And it has always been very hard for me to see these animals the
same way more modern people do. Dogs I’m mostly all right with, because
wild dogs and wolves tended to be okay by themselves. You could form a
bond with a lone wolf; it was the packs you had to look out for. But
cats I don’t like. I know the modern house cat is smaller now than the
kind I’m thinking of, but they aren’t tame; they’re just too small to
eat you.
Anyway, to answer your question, I had a parrot once I was very fond of. His name was Parrot.
Out of all the people you've met - if you couldn't be you whose life would you like to have led?
I’m
not sure. The problem is that everyone I might mention would be dead
now, because that’s essentially true of everyone I’ve ever known. To
compound that, you would be amazed how quickly envy dies down when you
see someone get older. It’s possible envy itself is something that only
makes sense for people with more finite lifespans than mine.
But
okay, I can’t very well throw another non-answer at you after the last
one. My first inclination is to lean toward royalty or some otherwise
well-to-do type of world ruler, but I’ve known a LOT of people who were
kings of their own portion of the world, and there is an incredible
amount of anxiety attached to that kind of position. And the life
expectancy is not fabulous. Sure, you can have any woman you want, you
can command everyone and get everything you want, but you’re incredibly
susceptible to random events out of your control. Like droughts. A
good drought will just ruin everything.
So
if given the choice I’d probably pick someone like Newton. Note I said
“like Newton.” Isaac Newton was, when I knew him, an incredibly
dissatisfied and cranky person that everybody mostly hated. But he
looked at the world and saw it in a way that nobody before then had ever
seen it. I would like to experience something like that someday.
Ok, seriously, who killed the Princes in the Tower? And do you have any idea what Richard III was really like?
I’m
afraid I don’t know the answer to either of these questions. In the
mid-1400’s I was living in Picardy, and after that I was traveling
around Eastern Europe and North Africa with a very entertaining vampire
friend. My knowledge of vagaries of royal succession in this period are
vague and with a Gallic slant.
How do I find and make friends with a pixie?
Pixies are very difficult to find but not too tough to make friends with. I supplied one method in Immortal that
involved mushrooms, a few other semi-necessary ingredients, and
molasses. The molasses was to hold the pixie and the mushrooms were to
attract her, and that works pretty well if you live in a zone where
pixies are likely. (Not that I know where pixies are unlikely. I know
you can’t catch one just anywhere, but why that is I don’t know,
and asking a pixie is an exercise in frustration.) Really anything that
uses mushrooms and a lot of patience on your part should work
eventually.
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