In short, I am the product of a trashy romance novel.
The name of my great great great grandfather, the son in the story, was Pierre. I could totally be Pierre. I definitely inherited his "willing to stand up for what I believe in no matter what you throw at me" attitude.
That's a lie.
I have no idea how to play the spoons.
Movies) The Princess Bride, The Royal Tennenbaums, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, Fight Club, Edward Scissorhands, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Office Space, El Mariachi, Desperado, Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, The Adventures of Priscella: Queen of the Desert, The Big Lebowski, Snatch.
Music) Ani Difranco, Arlo Guthrie, Beck, Belle and Sebastian, Ben Lee, Cat Power, Cure, Elliott Smith, Liz Phair, Noise Addict, School House Rock: Rocks, They Might Be Giants, Scissor Sisters, Andrew Bird, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.
Food) I enjoy cooking a great deal, just not for myself. Some of my favorites to cook are ribs on the grill, [insert meat] pot pie (topped with homemade buttermilk biscuits), and squash curry soup with homemade morning after wheat bread (the liquid is a cup of beer and a cup of coffee).
Television) Pretty much down to Parks and Rec at this point, though Instant Queue gets a solid workout in the tv department.
Apparently, the Lady of the Lake also lives in my couch, and has a thing not only for swords but knitting needles as well.
Before taking the Mythological Profile Test (and not knowing what the different results could be) I told myself, "Oh man, you're gonna be a unicorn." Turns out, I'm a unicorn.
What follows is an accurate transcript of a text message conversation I had:
Me: I just paused an episode of Gilmore Girls, stood up and walked away saying, "Why would...goddamnit Rory, what are you doing?!?!"
(Frustrated, I go to the grocery store, leaving the episode paused)
Eric: You're too involved
(I return and finish the episode)
Me: Thankfully, things did not take the dire turn I expected.
Eric: Thank god