What are your earliest memories?

It's like this, Mr. Freud. I honestly can't tell sometimes what is "earliest," since a lot of my memories have a feeling of being "long ago" but I can't exactly tell how long ago they were or what order they came in. It seems like my brain is a little screwed up regarding just about everything that happened to me before I came to "this" world. Afterwards, I think I have some very vague recollections of flying in the rain and being a little warmer than I was used to, and getting attacked by bugs once--I don't remember how I came to be attacked by bugs and I don't know what they were, but I do remember rolling in some water to get them off and being really uncomfortable with the stings they left behind. I remember quite a lot of waking up after being unconscious, I think that happened literally dozens of times after I got here. I have no idea why. But sometime after that series I do remember a human guy found me somewhere and took me home. He kept me in a parrot cage for a long time until I learned to talk to him. He fed me breads and cereals, which really don't agree with me too well. I don't know what his deal was. He never told me his name. It seems like I was there for years. Now it seems a long time ago though. And I used to watch TV at his house. Dax has never watched TV. He's both deprived and blessed because of that. Anyway, some stuff I remember from "before": Eating a certain kind of sort of pear-shaped fruit that is bigger than any pears here that has sort of a sweet pudding in the middle if you get through the tough skin. Playing with some little kids and a rope, I think I might've been baby-sitting a family member's children. (I don't remember a family though.) Participating in a project where me and some others had to dig a really big hole in a really short time. And I remember when my sword was new, some big deal when it was presented to me. Don't ask if I have any clue what any of this means. It obviously has no meaning on this side of the dimensional barrier (har har har, how's that for science fiction writing?).

Have you had any human friends or acquaintances before joining the current group?

For me, just the guy that put me in the parrot cage in his house. Him and the people on TV.

Which was more difficult to deal with, watching over Ivy, Thursday, and Tab, or getting comfortable with the growing human populace of THTIB?

Getting to know the new humans was fun, and very low stress. I always knew that if there was some crap I couldn't handle, I could always reject the house living situation and go start off on my own. I didn't need them to take care of me. So I'd say that my life acting as an "adult" influence in these kids' lives was definitely more difficult, because I took it so much more seriously.

Any other languages beyond English you've become familiar with?

I think English is enough.

Any foods you're particular to?

My favorites have always been fruits. One we could never get out here that I love to ask for now is kiwi. God I love kiwi! I have yet to find a fruit I don't like. Want to help? Feed me.

Anything you've learned about yourself over the years since becoming acquainted... that you're willing to admit to?

Uh-oh, it looks like you're fishing for stupid inspirational quotes. Ahh, living with my companions, I learned this sappy fact about myself. I learned that I like to spit nutshells in Alix's clothes and that no one seems to have my sense of humor. You know what? Go to hell with this question.

What most amuses you about human society... and what also ticks you off?

Humans care SO MUCH about VERY STUPID THINGS. They have all these extremely strict rules about what clothes you can wear with what other clothes, or whether it's right to eat with a particular utensil, or what diction you should use when you talk to people with different social status. Know what I say? Wear socks on your ears, eat your mashed potatoes with a can opener, and yell "hey, what the fuck is up?" at the queen. It's all the same thing. I think that's what amuses me most, how they have these rules and yet they can't step back from themselves and realize oh my god, we can't seriously be serious about this can we? And I think what pisses me off most about them is that that inability to avoid taking themselves seriously about stupid shit leads them to do things like KILL EACH OTHER over what GOD to believe in. Yeah, it starts to be anger-producing when they kill each other.

How long were you out on your own before meeting Dax? And if that's YOUR dagger, who's HE to tell you what you can and can't do with it?

Erm...I don't know how long it was before I met him, truthfully. I wasn't too keen on keeping a datebook if you'll understand. Once I was out of that guy's house I was in the forest probably for most of a year before I met him, I remember going through most of the seasons once through. As for the dagger, it's not really that he's TELLING me how to use it. It's more like he reminds me of the rules I have for myself and between us. We never wanted to be violent or cruel. Sometimes I think that because I use a tool I am at an unfair advantage over the animals, so our belief system kind of creates these limits for us, puts us on the level somewhat so that we can take advantage without *taking advantage*. You get it?