I just got a new bike. I am very proud of this fact.
My politics and my scissors are both lefty. Though I see the utility of the other hand as well.
Four siblings preceded me in being released from the incubation unit.
Gingers do not frighten me.
The night is my milieu. Coffee is the nectar of life. Bailey's is the ambrosia you stir into the nectar of life. Bourbon adds to the fun.
Slow to anger, quick to respond to wit. . .hopefully responding to wit with wit, but not always. There shall be a response though. So there. Nyah.
Just because the prefix "Poly" appears in my username does not mean that I am poly. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it's just not me. Just thought I'd make that disclaimer.
Emitting heat like a mobile furnace.
According to a friend: Walking with determination and purpose even when I am temporarily lost.
Eating my veggies, making bad puns, arguing politics, playing card games of all sorts, Foosball and cooking. I love to experiment and play in the kitchen. I like to have an expansive spice cabinet. I am a whore for hot 'n spicy food.
My usual cooking modus operandi is to take some bad-for-you comfort food and then add a bunch of nutritious goodies. I make cookies with quinoa flour, for example.
What I am apparently NOT good at is writing a brief profile. . .
Movies: Comedies always stick with me longest. Standouts include: This is Spinaltap; The Princess Bride; The various Monty Python Movies. You get the idea. Also fond of the works of Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee, the Marx Brothers, Japanese Anime (redundant, I know.)
Music: Radiohead, The Beatles, The Eels, Beirut, Jonathan Coulton, Gary Jules, Tori Amos, They Might Be Giants, The Pillows, Nellie McKay, Van Canto (no, not really that last one. But they may be the most unintentionally amusing music group of all time. If you need a chuckle, listen to them. Go on. What are you waiting for? Do you not like to chuckle? What's wrong with you?)
Access to stimulating information, be it politics, science or trivia
A book to read myself to sleep with.
My Kitchenaid Mixer. That thing is like the Harley Davidson of kitchen appliances. Except it never breaks down.
Why OKCupid just asked me three questions about masturbation in a row. OK CUPID, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Cognitive dissonance. Hypocrisy. Hyperbole. Hyperbole is probably the worst thing in the history of the Universe. It's just bad. Like listening to "Friday" while suffering from The Plague bad. Bad.
Okay, tell me if this is weird: When I click on a profile and I see three or more pics where the expression and pose for the camera are almost identical, I get creeped the f*ck out.
I am deathly ticklish.
I like big butts.
I once streaked a miniature golf course. Yelling, "The British are coming!!"
- You like big, beautiful noses.
-You are not committing duckface in your profile. Please. Don't do it. You're better than that.
You have a photo in your profile of you eating. Why? Because I find those are usually the most candid and honest-to-life pictures. Sometimes I'm kinda creeped out when I look at a profile and there are 17 pictures all with the exact same expression. Then again, that may just be because I'm weird.
-You didn't find it necessary to fudge the truth in your profile.
-You can look beyond my sheer physical attractiveness in order to get to know the person inside.
-You are a proud nerd, geek or whimsical eccentric--with an emphasis on the proud and having at least a soupçon of style.
-The idea of a cardboard box fort still appeals to you.
-You figure the best defense against a bad pun is to top it. Or to lay into me with a broom or similar non-lethal blunt object.
-You can best me at cards.
-You look good in a hat. I have a weakness for women with cool hats. And tall women. Don't even get me started on tall women in hats. But not tall hats. That's just silly.
-You appreciate the difference between brain teasers and mind-games. You can enjoy being the straight man (person) or the comic relief. You enjoy a modicum of mischief. You're not easily embarrassed. You can give and take solid criticism.