"Sounds like fun," she said "However, where do you always get all those ideas from?"
"I don’t know," I replied, "I guess, I just have them."

Here is my random, incomplete Top Ten list of inspiration:
• Failblog
• Really good ads
• Really bad ads
• Err, well… getting drunk
• My job as a fair and event hostess. In the past two weeks alone, I have worked at a cardiologists convention, at an incentive for fork truck staff and at a gala for gifted teenagers.
• Children
• Using my energy legs to clear my mind – running, snowboarding, biking, hiking
• Gossip magazines and British tabloids
• Public transport: The tourists’ dialects and cultural differences, the teenage wisdom and the gay couple arguing about what to eat for dinner, the distinguished gentlemen’s conversation with the punk… The day I can fit that in a car, I’ll give up trains and subways.
• And here is my number one source of inspiration: My friends. This summer for example, we found some old eggs. Instead of dumping them, we built a catapult and attacked our friends in their boat. Crazy? Sure! Nonsense? Of course! That’s the point.
