Often, I just can't help making fun of things - but I try not to if it's a customs official, a scary bouncer, or my mom when she's already pissed off. I'm a smartass, but I do have a survival instinct.
My biggest obsessions are blues music and blues dancing. Slow, sultry, sweaty, and sweet. Secondary is fusion, lindy hop and east coast swing. Lately fusion has really become a thing for me.
Looking through all the facebook photos of me and my friends, I realized that dancers are very cuddly bunch of people.
I can drive a left-handed stick shift on the wrong side of the road, but can't figure out how to turn the rear wiper off.
I love my car. I really, really love my car. I would hug my car, if I could figure out how to do it without touching the paint.
Also thanks to my car, I've become familiar with the concept of deferred adjudication. Again, and again. And again...
A co-worker once accused me of trying to intimidate him with vocabulary.
I think I may finally be too old for Two Ton Tuesdays. Or at least for dancing in Texas summers without air conditioning.
The most horrifying sentence I've read lately: "If you look closely at the bite area, you may be able to see the spider's fang marks."
In the immortal words of the Tick... EGADS!
Ten years later, I finally got around to watching Firefly. Not having seen it was hurting my geek cred...