I say "jeepers" a lot.

My (no longer) most recent fortune cookie said: "You will stumble into the path that will lead your life to happiness." That sounds like something I would do. Thanks, fortune cookie!

Snow causes me to regress to six years old, to go whooping and cheering and cackling when I fall down and go sliding into things. Above eighty-five degrees or so, I melt. So obviously I'm not much of a fan of summer.

One-thirty am is my favorite time of day, and I'm a huge grumplestiltskin if I wake up before nine; people who willingly rise with the sun mystify and alarm me. The day's going to be waiting for you no matter when you wake up, people.

I'm trying to cut down the wall of text in this profile. It's slow going though because, and I gotta be honest here, I maybe kinda-sorta have a hard time shutting up sometimes.

I really like italics.

I have a goal for the first time in ages: running a marathon. I'm cutting down my mile time, it was pretty slow but I have it down to a little over 8 minutes a mile now. Which is still slow, but it's getting there.

So there's that, and building a steamboat. Three guesses which goal I think is more likely to be met first, although I don't know why three guesses would be necessary. Actually, increasing my running mileage has been kind of problematic what with moving twice and quitting work and getting another job and working 60 hours a week and so forth, so maybe I will build a freakin' steamboat in my basement first! It'll certainly be a conversation starter. If you're in my basement. For some reason.

I pulled the ripcord when I was supposed to after jumping out of a perfectly-good aircraft, which in my book makes me a bad passenger but an ok skydiver.

I'm pretty good at whimpering when being pierced. Wait, that's not good at all!

I think I'm a damn good driver. That may be by comparison with all the drivers from Massachusetts around here. Just funnin', Massachusetts!*

I'm learning to sew, since I already knit. Or, since this is the "I'm really good at" section: I'm really good at knitting! No comment re: sewing! Also clothing-related - my married female friends all tell me I have a good clothing style. Then again, they're married. They could just be telling me what I want to hear. Conundrum!

*but really, you guys do kind of suck at driving. There is anecdotal evidence.

Hair. Definitely hair. There's really nothing I can possibly put in this section that would be more true than that.

Then again, I've been noticing that I have kind of weird diction. A long time ago, someone told me that the only person they knew who talked the same way I did was from Edmonton (I have never been to Edmonton), and lately I've been unconsciously slipping into a Minnesotan accent (I do not know anyone from Minnesota). It's better than my "talk like Beavis" phase from middle/high school!

I guess it would be better to list favorite authors, really, since it's hard to think of favorite books. Or I could list genres, maybe; someone should get to work making a post-apocalyptic science-fiction steampunk detective novel, I'll be thrilled (edit: damn, I think I just described The Zybourne Clock, hahaha). I like Jim Butcher's Harry Dresden novels, and when I was young I could never get enough of Heinlein's books from the teenager-book phase before he went extremely crazy. Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler are pretty great, and there's this author, Glen Cook, who writes what are basically the inverse of the Harry Dresden books.

Oh, you know what? I DO have a favorite book, after all. Count Zero. I don't know why, but it's definitely the Count.

Movies? Grosse Pointe Blank OR Ronin. Actually, I think it's Grosse Pointe Blank, but Ronin gets to stay mentioned because the car chases were so awesome. Also, I like that movie Hocus Pocus a lot, for some reason.

And it's not a movie per se, but "Riding With Death" is my favorite MST3K episode. I re-found The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. on an old hard drive I had, so I'm watching that again. What the hell, I'll even make this an interest, it's not like anyone else has.

In the continued interest of wall-of-text demolition, I will put up my Last.fm here instead of a list of music: http://www.last.fm/user/SRCTheory

I'm only a vegetarian on Tuesdays, and I kind of give vegans a hard time - fair warning! I think I'm developing meat-eater's angst again, but I'm sure it will pass. Except I stopped eating pork a few months ago, and I think that'll stick.

The stars. Pick six specific ones if you want, I guess, I won't stop you. But I kinda like 'em all. No wait, five stars and The Cure :D

I think about memory, and why mine sure is something awful.

I think I think too much. Whee recursion!

Here's a new one: how come Mormons love Disney stuff? Also, I'm thinking far too much about "OH NO OH NO WHAT IF I HAVE THE SWINE FLU OMG", because I came home sick from Japanaland.

I keep getting into complete snafus on Fridays, mostly on my way to concerts. Going to The City, I almost don't make it out on the last train. Going to Boston on the other hand, I almost don't even make it into the city because I keep getting lost and missing trains by five minutes. I got lost four times! And driving into The City most recently, I got backed into by a truck 30 seconds after parking; thank goodness my E-brake needs to be replaced, so the car just sort of bounced backwards (also thank goodness there were no other cars parked behind me).

I have this love for awful Hallowe'en puns, like, Cryptkeeper-bad is what we are talking about here. Like "FANGS for dropping by, I'll give the GHOULS your regards, now run along home to MUMMY bwahahaha". They never fail to make me giggle, and feel ashamed for giggling.

I'm working on and off on being able to get out of handcuffs. Just saying.

If you use "u" instead of the word "you", I'm going to make fun of you about it, so you should probably be ok with that. It would be cool to run with someone. Or test Indian/Thai restaurants in the area (since there's a bazillion of them).

I'll smoke a clove occasionally when I'm stressed/out drinking. I don't smoke indoors and I don't really like it much when other people do, but someone who's vehemently anti-smoking and I would not get along.

Oh, and since there's someone I now feel comfortable calling "my girlfriend", you should probably not message me if you read all this and thought "I MUST date this boy, and nothing less will do!"