Wed, 05 Apr 2006 19:27:28 GMT

Babe told me to do this. Hey, sometimes I do what people tell me to do, okay? It's not all happy anarchy in the world of George Luz.

Name: George Luz

Nickname: Well... for some odd reason, people keep calling me Georgie. And Bill keeps calling me by broad's names... I don't really understand why for either. I'm not really much of a nickname fan, y'know? Not unless Frank wants me to be...

Occupation: Communications within Easy company. I get to play with the shiny radios, I do.

Favorite Food: Things they don't serve in the mess, that's for sure...

Least Favorite Color: Oh, I don't know... Brown, I guess. After Sobel's obsession with making us crawl through mud, I think I can safely say I hate the color brown.

Modes of Transport: Well... I sneak, sometimes. Also, I jump out of planes.

Daredevil or Cautious: Odd mix of both. For example, I hid from Bill... under Speirs' bed.

Favorite Book: I like Shakespeare's sonnets. Shut up, bitches. I can hear you laughing. What, Web's the only one allowed to have an appreciation for the finer things here? Jesus.

How do you spend a rainy day: Trying to avoid running around in it... hopefully, snuggling up with Frank.

Most important childhood event: Realizing that cameras could be used to capture things on film.

First Memory: Watching Ma hang clothes on a line to dry. What, was this supposed to be dramatic or some shit?

Most at east when: With Frank.

Most ill at ease when: Hiding from people who want me to stop taking pictures of them/give them the pictures I've taken of them/are mad because I gave someone else pictures of them.

If you could have one wish granted, what would it be: To be able to spend the rest of my life with Frank.

Past failure you would be embarrassed to have anyone find out about: The apparent inability to keep it in my pants regarding that thing that will never ever ever happen again with Bill and Babe.

Greatest Strength: The ability to come out on top.

Greatest Weakness: Frank. I'd die for that man, I swear.

Optimist or Pessimist: You gotta keep positive. If only because it allows you to laugh.

Soft Spot: Let's go for an answer no one will guess, children! Frank, of course.

Skilled at: I taught Frank the tongue thing, what do you think? Also, photography.

Unskilled at: Some would say keeping my mouth shut, but that's not true. I have more intel than fucking Nixon about nearly everybody in this company. And do I spill most of it...? No. I just like to stir the pot sometimes, all right? That's not a crime.

Biggest Regret: And the threesome comes up again...

Biggest Accomplishment: Hmm... I'd say, requesitioning the camera. Because that baby is what keeps me in smokes and booze.

Darkest Secret: Yeah, like I'm going to say anything about that.

One word to describe yourself: Adaptive.

One word others use to describe you: Sneaky. Or loud. It's a tossup, really.

Best Physical Attribute: Eyes, and... y'know, you can just ask Frank about the rest.

Person you're most influenced by: Frank, of course. I do what he says.

Out of all the people you know, who is--

Nicest: Are any of us nice? I mean, Winters was, and then he hooked up with Nixon and it all went downhill from there. Now he steals people's cameras, even! (Not that I'm bitter, or anything.)

Loudest: Aside from me, Bill's pretty damn loud. The entire company knows that, after his constant renditions of the "Oh, Babe, FUCK, oh Jesus, oh Babe!" song. I swear, that man sounds like someone is fucking killing him.

Quietest: Hmm... maybe Lipton? That man doesn't say anything. (And, Bill, if you're reading this- which you probably are, as no one in this entire fucking company understands the meaning of the word "privacy"- I do not want to fuck him. I save that for Frank.)

Funniest: I gotta say... Bill. I mean, the man can pull one over on you before you even know it.

Weirdest: Blithe, hands down. Is it just me, or does he appear to talk to himself sometimes?

Smartest: Web, probably. Nixon is up there, but he drinks too much and then fucks people other than his boyfriend. I mean, c'mon...

Person you'd most like to love, cherish, and protect from danger: Frank, of course. God, I'd do anything for that man.

Photographs: I take them, I'm not in them.