Over at @Neilochka’s rockin blog there’s this cool thing called the Great Interview Experiment where bloggers leave comments and you have to interview the blogger in the comments list before you. Sounded fun, so I signed up.

I was interviewed by the very cool @lightspring *over at her place. Now, it’s my turn and I interviewed the very, very funny and fun @TemerityJane. Finding her blog has been the best part of this cool ‘experiment’ for me and I absolutely invite you to go stalk her rockin Temerity Jane blog after you read my interview with her:

MM: I noticed you completed NaBloPoMo (blogging every day for 30 days straight in Nov) successfully. Congrats! I did too but was ready to hang myself. How’d you survive it?!

TJ: I am not sure, really. I attempted it last year, and got wiped out by a horrible illness. Pretty sure it was a conspiracy. I nailed it the year before, but my traffic dropped to nearly nothing. Also, probably conspiracy. This year, not only did I get it done, but I wrote some of my favorite posts I’ve ever written, I think. At least, I think so. And to be honest, I’m my biggest fan, so I’m pretty biased.

MM: LOVE your blog slogan “It is way better to be me than to be someone who has to deal with me.” Inspiration?

TJ: Once, while doing BlogTV, I said to Phil, and feel free to bleep me, “If you turn on your camera, I will wait until you go to sleep, and I will go downstairs and eat all of your lunch for tomorrow, even though I am not hungry, and I will put the empty Tupperware back in the fridge, and inside the Tupperware will be a post-it note that says ‘I ate this, fuck you.’ That is how bad I don’t want you to turn on your camera.” Then, I turned to the camera and told the people watching BlogTV that it was way better to be me than to be someone who had to deal with me. And… well, it’s extremely true.

MM: Dude, you play Bingo? I freaking LOVE Bingo.

TJ: Actually, Bingo is a Thanksgiving tradition in Phil’s family. After dinner, his grandmother runs a game of Bingo, and it’s pretty elaborate. Are you ready for this? There’s a table of books, and each person looks it over before dinner and writes down some books they’d like. Then, they play Bingo and the winner gets a prize. Some rounds are book rounds, and you get a book from your list, and other rounds are prize rounds, and you get a prize, which is various stuff she and her partner have gotten as free gifts from the many casinos they frequent.

And actually, now that I think about it? Everyone wins every round. You just keep playing each round until there are about two people left, who then get consolation prizes. Which are the same as normal prizes. So basically, it is a tradition of handing out Tropicana tote bags and donut makers. With Bingo.

MM: I totally want in on that hoppin’ Bingo action.  So, you’re 27? That means you were born in like the 80s when I was in high school. Despite your infancy and assumed non-awareness of important cultural things like Smurfette and the TV show Facts of Life, you are totally funny. What the fuck?

TJ: I was born in the 80s, but the very early 80s if it helps – I’ll be 28 on Sunday. It may explain it somewhat, though, if I tell you that I am a sitcom addict, and prefer those in syndication. Roseanne is pretty much my comedic slash parenting idol. Also, to help more, you’re really only seeing the best of my humor on the blog. The other 23 hours, 45 minutes of my day are filled with fart jokes and working my name into any song lyrics I can think of. Like, I just sang myself “The Facts of Kelly.”

MM: Beer, wine, or booze?

TJ: I actually don’t drink at all. Is that disappointing? I’m not anti-drinking. I just don’t drink. You can’t really say “I don’t drink” without sounding like a prude, I think. I’m not a prude. I just don’t care for alcohol, taste-wise – not enough to choose it over diet soda – and I HATE the feeling of being drunk. I’m always happy to be a DD, though. If you’ll buy my diet soda all night. EVEN they don’t have free refills. I may not like to drink, but I am not above acting like not drinking is totally an inconvenience so you will buy all my diet sodas.

MM: It’s not disappointing. I totally love Diet Coke and will buy yours and then just bring a flask of Jack D for mine when we hang out. By the way? Your “Knock Off Christmas” post? Totally cracked me up. That’s not really a question. I am just sayin. It rocked.

TJ: To be 100% honest? It cracked me up, too. And I will tell you a secret. In our hotel over Thanksgiving? I made up two dances, and while I dance them, I sing, “Ooptimoose Prune! Ooptimoose Prune! And Bimbleboo! Bimbleboo!” It really is totally immodest how much I crack myself up.

MM: I try to crack myself up just in case I am not cracking anyone else up as well. You and your fiance Phil seem to have a really awesome relationship. Like when you lovingly asked him, “Why do you spend so much of every day coming up with ways to make me want to punch you in the balls?” So, tell us about the upcoming wedding.

TJ: I have a place, a DJ and a photographer and that’s it. Getting just those things were like pulling teeth that really took the shine off the whole planning thing. And also? You know how they say weddings are expensive? I don’t think anyone ever actually taught me the correct definition of expensive because OH MY GOD. But basically, we are looking for a quick ceremony and to throw a good party for our family and friends. My next step in the planning process is shopping for my own dress, and I’m actually more dreading it than looking forward to it. I have no idea what I’m looking for and my upper arms do this really horrible wobbling thing and I’m terrified that a dress sales woman will be mean to me. Not about my arms, but in general. But possibly about my arms. Wouldn’t that be awful?

MM: If that bitch is mean to you, you just come back over here and tell me and I will blog her into real-world oblivion, and have fun doing it. Seriously? I read some of your posts, and you are way fucking funnier than I am, and I am terrified that my readers are going to like never come back here because they will be over at your way funnier blog. Do you have any advice for me, even though I am practically old enough to be your mother, like if I had been a slut in 8th grade?

TJ: Blogging advice? Hm. Wow. No one has ever really asked me for blogging advice before. Basically, I guess the key is to not be afraid to look like a nutjob, if that’s what you are on the inside. Don’t worry about sounding like a writer, or getting things right, but concentrate on finding the words and the tone that really put your personality on the page. I feel like the blogs I like most make me feel like I kind of know the person.

MM: Not being afraid to look like a nutjob? Check. And can I say? Your blogroll? Reads like some kind of Blogger Rock Star Hall of Fame. I want to be on it, and not just because being on the same Blogroll with the Bloggess gives me a bloggasm. So what sexual, culinary or monetary favors do you require in exchange for the honor?

TJ: The easiest way is to wait until the next time I update my blogroll. Since I just did it, like, two months ago? That will probably be sometime in 2011. The second easiest way is to express a shared enjoyment of the Bloggess. The third easiest way is to make me a grilled cheese. Actually, make that the first easiest way, so more people choose it. Because right now Phil and I are having a competition about who can stay up the latest and we don’t have a food run scheduled until 2am.

MM: Grilled cheese and shared Bloggess worship it is, my friend.

And Happy Birthday, @TemerityJane from me and all of us nutty JavaJammers over here at Pajamas and Coffee!

* yes, I am referring to everyone by Twitter names now. Not on Twitter? Sorry, dude. I am too fucktarded to keep blog names/real names/Facebook names/Twitter names straight. If, however, you ARE cool enough to be on twitter (which means OBV you are following me @marymac) and I list someone by twitter name, it totally means I think you should go stalk them on twitter because they are totally coolio.