I observe many social graces (lol ok spock), but I don't really pretend to be normal. Once, during a new employee orientation, I volunteered aggressively for a demonstration because I'd get to use a fire extinguisher for the first time. Throughout the remainder of the day, several people recognized me as "fire extinguisher girl," and congratulated me on my performance and/or enthusiasm. The joy of getting to use a fire extinguisher was very nearly smothered by the feeling that I'd publicly embarrassed myself with over-eagerness to use an everyday object.
Sometimes I give myself high fives.
Things I think are sexy: Good cooking, absurd senses of humor, people who care about mastering their hobbies, people who really fucking enjoy their lives.
*This was never. This has never happened to me.
Cooking: I learn new techniques and then apply them to brunch. Brunch is so perfect I can't even -- it's sweet AND savory, there's booze in my juice, and I get to go back to sleep after because it's Sunday.
Coding: It's fun.
Playing in a nerdy folk band: We set Tolkien lyrics to folk music. We have also played Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, Shakespeare, and Taylor Swift. We are awesome. *high fives self*
Some Kind of Fairy Tale
Anything about food
28 Days Later
The Full Monty
The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt
Orange is the New Black
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Dan Carlin's Hardcore History
The Splendid Table
Call Your Girlfriend
Shovel and Rope
The Tallest Man On Earth
Also I once threatened to kick someone out of my car for trying to throw my Taylor Swift CD out the window. We're no longer friends, I'm just saying.
2. Amy Poehler. Feminism.
3. Good food. Bad food also. I love food. Food food food.
4. Smart and/or surreal comedy, any medium. Mike Birbiglia rules and so does this joke: Two cows are in a field. One says to the other, "Hey man, are you worried about this mad cow disease thing?" The other says, "No way, I'm a plane."
5. My iPhone. Don't hate! It's the only reason I make it on time to things (like dates).
6. NPR. I know this is not the point, but if Diane Rehm started a cult, I'd definitely join it.
You can make me laugh. That's not a challenge, as in, "Message me if you're funny enough to make me laugh, for I am difficult to entertain!" It's actually really easy to make me laugh. I laugh at my own jokes all the time and they're usually not even funny.
You can beat me in Scrabble. That IS a challenge, motherfucker.