My off time is split between exploring Maine, pretending I'm an artist, and watching tv with my cats.
bumping into things.
inducing food commas.
messing up the lyrics.
standing on one foot.
"I would so hate to be a first-person character! Always on your guard, always having people read your thoughts."
"Last night there seemed to be a chance. Anything was possible last night. That was the trouble with last nights. They were always followed by this mornings."
"I can be most colorful and inventive when I'm angry."
"Keep passing the open windows."
"It has been said that civilization is 24 hours and two meals from barbarism."
"There are three stages in scientific discovery. First people deny that is true, then they deny that it is important; finally the credit the wrong person."
"Who knows where thoughts come from? They just appear."
"When your thing gets wild, chilly down. Chilly down."
"You wanna play some word games or do some experiments on me, or anything?"
"And then there's the Family fucking Circus, bottom right-hand corner, just waiting to suck."
Food.... all the food
My art supplies and my kitchen supplies.
Stars and trees and buzzed lake swimming on warm summer nights.
Fruit and ice cream.
*you like challenges.
*you geek out hard and can share your knowledge
*you want someone to spend rainy days reading and listening to records with. (and you can provide the records and player. I can offer kitties for literary cuddles in return)
*you think you can give me the overwhelming giggles.
*you enjoy pseudo-logical debates that hash out the minute details of obscenely absurd plans.
*you want to buy me coffee. I will always say yes to coffee. However, I once dumped a coffee in my own lap in order to end a date. While I like to think I've matured in the decade since that happened, I can't make any guarantees.