Anyhow, generally speaking, I enjoy kicking ass, taking names, and doodling on paper plates with pizza grease, much to the disgust of my fellow diners. I often tell stories as icebreakers, usually highlighting the foibles of my existence- I can't wrap a burrito to save my life, I've accidentally backflipped over the plie bar in childhood ballet (I move like John Wayne), out eaten the high school QB in pizza (post-swim team practice, I scared him), and once shimmied up what might have been the only tree in Reykjavik to get a good view of a Tom Selleck impersonation competition going on over the fence. And yes, if you've looked at my pictures (let's be honest, who doesn't go to pictures first?), I do often get dressed with the lights off. It makes for some interesting color combinations.
I intensely care about a lot of things (see below), but when the topic turns to politics I'm mentally shredding a tidal wave of rum on a surfboard made of I don't care. And yes, I know I'm in the wrong city for that, but seriously- nobody's been caned in the Senate since the 1850s, it's boring conversation. Unless, of course, you're actually debating, and by debating I mean completely avoiding talking blurbs and actually duking it out by building a structured argument. Citations, please.
I'm trying to get better about biking in the city (not great with directions), I enjoy weightlifting when I have enough free time for it, and I like swearing with aplomb. I also enjoy working words like aplomb into sentences, because I get to use such words so rarely in day to day speech.