(Editor’s Note: The following interview was done by Ernest and Giulio Gallo for Not Those Gallos Brothers! Magazine. These are excerpts.)
E&G: Have you settled into your job as contest manager for this blog?
BTQ: Yes.
E&G: We understand this is only the second interview you’ve ever granted.
BTQ: That’s true. The first one, the guy told me he was Col. Mustard from the Clue game and I believed him because he looked like Col. Mustard, and then he turned out to be some patzer named Henderson and all the other quokkas laughed at me for a week and went around calling themselves Miss Scarlet or Professor Plum, etc. I have to admit–it left scars. But I granted this interview because my Uncle Cedric thought it was the Gallo Brothers who make that wine he likes so much, and I just couldn’t disappoint him.
E&G: Who do you try to pattern yourself after?
BTQ: (thinking it over for a good five minutes) I guess the Sons of Hercules.
E&G: what do you like best about working for this blog?
BTQ: The hours are flexible, the pay is fantastic, I get to see all the cat and hamster videos I want, and I love the readers, they are cool! Also I get to go to New Jersey now and then and ride on the handlebars of Lee’s bike.
E&G: Do you think Australia will ever have a quokka as prime minster?
BTQ: (dives into burrow. Won’t come out. Faint noise of him blowing a raspberry at the interviewers).
From Dec 14, 2019
No self-respecting quokka would want the job. 🙂
Beautifully done, Byron!!
quite the little wise acre, isn’t he?
Nice!
Oh Quokka, when you visit NJ cross over the GWB and visit us New Yorkers! 🙂
If a Quokka became Prime Minister, it would be a step down in power and influence. 🙂
I would love to meet one of these little guys in person.
Me too. But, Rottnest Island being nearly the antipode of where I live, it’s unlikely that I’ll get there.
Being as I don’t fly and am not crazy about boats, I know I will never get there.
I avoid flying, these days. It used to be fun, but not anymore. I’ve never been on anything bigger than a small boat with an outboard motor.
I guess if I can’t walk there I’m not going.
Other than dipping into Mexico a couple of times to visit the tourist traps in border towns, and a trip across southern Canada when I was a teen, still living in my parent’s home, I’ve never been much of anywhere. I’m ok with that. I have visited a lot of the US, but that’s it.
Me too.
There are places I wouldn’t mind seeing, but TBH, I could spend the rest of my life exploring the United States and never be able to finish. The closest I’ve ever come to exploring the east coast is I-95 from Jacksonville up to DC. I had intended to extend all the way up to Maine, but the weather changed my plans.
I’ve got the western half of the country, and much of the rust belt covered, but unfortunately, I’ve never gotten to visit Michigan, which is the rustiest of the rust belt. 🙂 Seriously, Michigan is beautiful and very much intrinsic to Great Lakes shipping, which is a subject I find fascinating, inland freshwater seas which are vital to the US, and even the world’s economies, yet are all but unknown to many people in the US.
I just read some interesting things on line about the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Pictures of the waves on Superior are frightening.
Great Lakes shipping and the Fitz’ are minor obsessions in my life. Whenever I’m in Minnesota, I try to work in a visit to the Duluth Ship Canal. It seems strange, but when in Duluth, it’s a must see, and if you time it right, or in the case of my last visit, just a matter of dumb luck, you will be standing on the platform of the little white lighthouse that marks the north pier, when a huge freighter enters the harbor and blows a Captain’s Salute on the ship’s horn. I know it sounds hokey, but seeing 767’ or more of boat sail just past your nose is riveting.