Plumbing my depths

Sorry, Hydrass, for jocking your style. It's time for Q & A with Spark of Life:

Now that "Shooting Simone" is over, what are you going to do with your life?
Life? Wow, that's assuming an awful lot, there......Let's start with a full night's sleep, follow up with an unrushed meal, a dose of loafing about, and some naked cartwheels for good measure. Lot's of naked cartwheels.

Are the post-production blues set in yet?
Thankfully no.

Why do you love David Hyde Pierce so much?
I think the more important question is: Why don't I love DHP? There's just something I can't resist about intelligent, witty, lanky, talented, cultured men. What I don't love it when they turn out to be gay. However, that makes the odds of a menage a trois with him and Jon Stewart that much more in my favor.

If you had super powers would you use them for good or evil?
Do I have to choose the extreme ends of the spectrum? Why doesn't anyone use their powers for mild annoyance? Oh, wait, Tom Green....

Why the adamant oppostition on dating theatre majors?
It's hard to be attracted to people who you've already seen naked, dressed in women's clothing, and have had to make out with in front of an audience. The thrill is gone. But, really, conflict of interest. Not mixing business with pleasure and all that (though I'm not sure which is which).

You've got to play one role for the rest of your life, what is it?
Gah. For as much as I've thought about this, I still can't come up with a clear decision. I've narrowed it down to: Clytemnestra in the Oresteia, Grusha in The Caucasian Chalk Circle, Blanche in A Streetcar Named Desire, or Harper in Angels in America part I: Millenium Approaches.

Would you kill a homeless man for $1 million?
I'd like to think so.

Marriage and children. Your thoughts?
I hate children. I don't hate setting them on fire. Let's be honest, if I ever had children, I'd probably end up Andrea Yates-ing myself into some major trouble. They'd either end up in therapy, severly unhinged, or abandoned backstage one night. Probably both. As for marriage.......I won't swear it off, but the idea doesn't appeal to me. I'd rather go the Simone de Beauvoir- Jean Paul Sartre route on this one (funny, once I've played her, I've noticed so many similarities). An open relationship which functions for the sake of art..........now that's something I could do.

So, wait, are you Jewish?
Are you?

What's the one favorite movie that you're least likely to own up to?
Lolita. Because I'm a kinky, kinky girl.

So, when this whole "theatre" things inevitably falls through, how do you plan to keep yourself from living in a carboard box in Central Park?
Prostitution. Not the terrible dirty whore kind, but the high-class Audrey Hepburn-as-Holly Golightly variety. That and the fact that I'll do anything for money. Even naked cartwheels. Especially naked cartwheels. But, wait. I'd do those for free, anyway. I've more or less resigned myself to a life of poverty.

What's with the naked cartwheels?
Oh, that's a long story, and several shows ago. I will tell all. In time......