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. And lately I've discovered west coast swing, which is often turning out to be my best night of dancing each week.
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...
Also, just in case anyone is scared by all the dancing talk: I'm looking for someone to date, not dance with. I already have tons of friends to dance with, so I'm not gonna pressure anyone into trying it. Unless you wanted to, of course.
Music: lots of local stuff like Karl Morgan, Porterdavis, Guy Forsyth, Asylum Street Spankers, Ruben V, Ruthie Foster, Two Tons, and Seth Walker. Also Mofro, Chris Thomas King, Nina Simone, Keb Mo, Roxy Perry, Robin Rogers, Janiva Magness, Jason Ricci. And lately, some neo-soul like Raphael Saadiq, Ben L'oncle Soul, Leela James; Sneaker Pimps, Massive Attack, Radio Citizen.
Favorite books: A Soldier in the Great War; the Narnia series; LOTR trilogy; and pretty much anything by Carl Hiaasen.
6. Balboa workshops
5. Grocery stores (epicenter of all human stupidity)
4. Hipster bike shops (really, they're like nesting grounds for hipsters)
3. Summer barbecues in Texas (for god's sake, people, we invented air conditioning to avoid just this kind of suffering)
And the number one level of personal hell:
1. Baby showers
I'm not domestic. A recent inventory of my flour and sugar canisters included: a spare charger for my phone, an mp3 player, a Christmas stocking for my cat, and a package of fossilized sweet tarts.
The egg compartment in my fridge is full of pez dispensers.
I *might* have a mild Klingon fetish.
- you'd like a travel buddy.
- you're not looking for someone to have kids with.
- you're not vanilla.
- you know how to use a bat'leth.