I've been described as charismatic (what, really?) and very easy to live with. My brain still works, mostly, except for the time I was talking with a friend on my cell phone in one hand while searching for it in my pocket with the other. I'm kind of weird about trying to save the planet. Would you mind if I start singing to you for no apparent reason? I'm likely to do that. Usually bass. I'm one of those nuts who sing the tenor harmony on happy birthday. Then people ask me if I'm a professional. I was paid 30 bucks to sing in a Christmas quartet once, so I guess I am. People tell me they like to watch me sing. I do it with enthusiasm. I like foreign languages.
I could list criteria for my mate but I might throw them out the window if I feel a spark. (You get points if you see why the previous sentence is not ambiguous.) I guess the spark is unlikely if you're a fundy or a neo-con.
I'm developing foreign language instruction software on my own. For the project, I am translator, computer programmer, sound editor and voice-over artist. There may be 5 billion people on this planet needing to learn English. I just want $1 each...a week. Probably it's just a dream. Do you like dreamers? Would you like to help? Maybe our dreams could help make the world a better place.
I have a pet golf ball. It's a foundling. I've never given it a bath. It's almost totally repulsive (physics joke). Sometimes I take it for a walk in the morning. It bounces for joy (the pleasure is all mine). It never messes up the neighbor's lawn.
Often I think the world is so strange, it must have been created by some brat misbehaving in a science lab in an alternate universe. But I can never get him to help me find my glasses, so what use is he?
My latest favorite bumper sticker: I love to pay taxes. I use them to buy civilization.
December 2013. I'm converting to Pastafarianism.
January 2014. Oh no. I just found out that as a Pastafarian, I'm supposed to wear a spaghetti strainer on my head. Awkward.