For March 29th, 2004
Nadja
Contrary to what you may have heard from people like The American Family Association, non-devil-worshiping Nadja does not slay goats in the bayous of Florida. Nor does she paint pentagrams into the sidewalk of downtown Tampa in the blood of innocents and dance around a skeleton-draped maypole in her underpants.
"That stuff's for sissies," says Nadja with a wry smirk. "I'm hardcore!"
Then, to prove her point, she socks Captain Tralfaz in the gut, knocking him to the ground instantly.
But there's a softer side to this impish delinquent, one that involves playing video games with her husband and son in the relaxing comfort of their bayside bungalow. Kicking the poor Captain in in the neck while he's still down, Nadja makes it clear that we're not going to see much of this softer side during the interview.
Nadja is a skilled flautist, but it has nothing to do with a secret love for Jethro Tull and she raises a warning fist to drive this point home. She also plays the bass because she enjoys seeing things fall off the wall and break into a hundred million pieces. The neighbors would be even less appreciative, but they've mysteriously disappeared -- along with their pet goats. We promise that we don't find this suspicious in the slightest.
"There was a mad scientist who lived two doors down by the name of...Pretorius, I think? Dr. Pretorius. That's the one. I'm sure that any evidence of neighborhood foul play will lead right to his door." Says Nadja, "Aside from spammers, picture thieves, and perverts, that guy always gave me the creeps. Haven't seen him around lately, though."
Nadja's modeling gigs are more of a hobby than a full-time pursuit, but she does have her own keen site that you should check out. Unless you're one of those aforementioned picture thieves or perverts. Then you can just go die, fucko.
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