I have degrees in things that - while not all that practical - allow me to read The Iliad and The Odyssey in the original Greek (while laughing at all the sex jokes) and then rock your face off with a guitar onstage. Or, you know, serenade you. Whichever. And really, I *would* like to find someone worth serenading.
When I was a kid I thought that mistletoe was a supervillain who shot rockets out of his feet. I imagined his partner in crime might be called Cold Turkey, who would cackle as he yelled at his arch-nemesis, "You'll never stop...COLD TURKEY!"
I name every guitar I own based on its personality and relationship to important people and events in my life at the time of its acquisition. I find raw tomatoes and ketchup utterly repulsive, but tomato sauce - for some inexplicable reason - gets a pass.
I'm weird, I guess.