I think that all good, right thinking people in this country are sick and tired of being told that all good, right thinking people in this country are fed up with being told that all good, right thinking people in this country are fed up with being sick and tired. I'm certainly not, and I'm sick and tired of being told that I am!
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Yeah, that's right, punk. This may not be music to you, but it is so music to me.
Movies
American Astronaut; Kiss Kiss Bang Bang; The Princess Bride; Brain Candy; most things with Jackie Chan, Yuen Bao, and/or Tony Ja; Wet Hot American Summer; Ella Enchanted...............................................................
Western Spaghetti
Television
Columbo, The Venture Brothers, Batman, The Batman, Psych, The Tenth Kingdom, Highlander the Series, Burn Notice, Buffy the Vampire Slayer...she graduated in '99, I graduated in '99...why did I not watch it when she was my age? Anyway, it's interesting watching her going through high school and college after the fact, and reminiscing about what the last seven years would have been like had they been interesting.
Books
Anything by the following: Roger Zelazny's first person stuff, and a few of the third person books; Philip K. Dick; Anthony Boucher; Alexei Panshin; Terry Pratchet; Jim Butcher; Shanna Swendson; Kurt Vonnegut; Rosemary Clement-Moore; Dave Barry; Jules Feiffer; James Howe. And also Ward Moore because he's got great ideas combined with characters so unpleasant you're happy when things work out poorly for them in the end.
Heroes
Batman, Gina, Brian, Melissa, Dr. Doty, Willie Nelson, Babaji, Stephen Colbert
About me: If you read nothing else on this page, all you need to know about me: I'm a professional Renaissance Girl. ....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................In the following video is demonstrated my new dating strategy. Come one, come all! You know you want me, boys! Doesn't this just make you salivate?
.................................................................................................................................And this is my theme-song:
You're so quirky, it's hard for you to tell the difference between quirky and normal.
No doubt about it, there's little about you that's "normal" or "average."
You're smart, thoughtful, and the ideal woman for most men
You are kind and easy to trust. Men open up to you like no one else.
It's this inner warmness that attracts guys - and makes you an instant soulmate.
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If you send me a friend request that I ignore or deny, don't be insulted; it's actually a compliment you're probably just too pretty or hot to be taken seriously at face value. Put something on your page or send me a message that proves you're not going to just try to sell me something. And I'm not fooled by "wasn't it you I was talking to about dick cream the other day?" because I know what I've been talking about, and I don't chat with people in other states about Avon, phone ringers, or credit card debt so much that I think, "Gee, WAS I talking to hotchick3 about my personal credit information? I can't remember WHO I was talking to."
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I claim to write, I pretend to sew, and I used to bellydance. I was into martial arts for a while there. I own an electric keyboard, which I think I finally plugged in. I make up lame excuses for this, but none of them are true. I can usually fake being good at computers. I'm a halfway decent photographer. I was pretty good at acting and giving speeches in high school and college. Some people seem to think I'm funny. I attract cats like lint. I can type about 70-80 wpm and once got up to 100. I was once a master of minesweeper, freecell, and solitaire. I can paint the fingernails of my right hand. Most of my clothes have smelt of cat urine at least once in their lives. I can make a simple boutoneer and can probably decorate a cake, though anything I cook is bland at best. I remember enough geometry to get by. I used to have commentably good posture. I once considered being a chiropractor. Anytime I've been in a car accident that was my fault, I hit something inanimate. Many people think I make all my own clothes, but it's probably less than half. I can't narrow down a favorite color. I've done some realistic-looking watercolors and can draw well enough to impress people who know me. I occasionally consider learning how to dye fabric. I learned to drive on a standard shift. I'm slightly magnetic; not enough to do anything interesting, just enough to flub up my watches. I have known at least 5 other people who are also magnetic. I once wrote reviews of the contents of my fridge and of my selection of phone books as a last-minute filler for a newspaper, and received complaints. I have no depth perception whatsoever, a condition which I realized in 2nd grade, but didn't understand the significance of at the time. I have forgotten all the multiplying songs I learned in elementary school which used to be necessary for me to complete math problems. I was the only girl in 4th grade who thought the New Kids on the Block were lame. Everyone who does drugs thinks I do too, and everyone who doesn't thinks I don't either. I have tried off and on since childhood to learn Spanish, but haven't yet. I have made three vacuum purchases in the past year, but they all suck, or rather, don't suck enough. The first humor series I wrote was about Dingleberry and Clodhopper, which, at the time I thought were publishable novels. Now I realize they are only paragraph-long stories, and since they are both morons, the stories could have been improved by a straight-man. I almost minored in linguistics. I can do a good southern accent. In 9th grade I began an obsession with cephalopods. I did not become obsessed with Cassius for another five years. I was once in a class where I set the curve for the tests, did all the homework and extra credit, and still got a B, while the teachers' pets got As. I didn't sign up for any more of this professor's classes despite generally liking this one. I am not afraid of Vogue patterns. I had braces for 2.5 years. I never got to pick the elastic colors because the orthodontist confused the cement glue for plaque and accused me of not brushing. I usually regret being too nice, but am too dumb to quit. I have not yet lost at the card game Set. I spent a year as second-chair french horn. There were only two chairs. I later turned the mouthpiece into a dried flower vase. I am less disturbed by fiddleback spiders than by house spiders, due to greater familiarity. When I watched the French musical version of the Hunchback of Notre Dame on my computer, I was easily amused by my fish-shaped cursor. Before LASIK I had 20/1500 vision. Following the surgery, various people sought my sympathy for their not being able to afford it, then showed me glasses whose lenses didn't noticably refract any light. These glasses would not be strong enough to satisfy my post-surgery prescription. I had a science teacher in junior high who always spoke in a monotone until we got to the car parts section, then went back to a monotone. My handwriting has been confused for a boy's. I spent a couple months eating little else at my house besides canned cranberry sauce, sardines, ginger ale, and millet; none of my roommates delved into my stash. Many people comment on my ability to cut in a straight line. I can insert an invisible zipper. I have a tendency toward scoliosis. I spent about a year too allergic to go outside. When I was a kid I never got the common cold--it was strep or nothing. I didn't realize until calling in sick at school one day in junior high and getting a gasp that strep was anything to fret about. As a toddler, I once smashed my nose and had to go to a specialist. I received a little rubber strawberry shortcake doll on a skateboard that smelled of strawberries. I didn't realize the irony until many years later when I got a skunk figurine for getting 4 teeth removed at the dentist. That was not counting all four wisdom teeth. In elementary school I deliberately called Miss Hanh the student teacher Miss Hand. The only vocabulary word I remember learning in SEARCH is "xenophobia" because one kid wrote down the first definition, which was one of those "of or relating to"s. The teachers never tried to hide what they thought of that kid. I have made sandbakelsor twice. The first was kinda dull but not bad. The second time was for my birthday party which my roommates showed up late to. I ate the remains while listening to my keyboard play Pachelbel's canon over and over. To this day that song makes me think of almonds. I once offered my homecooked ravioli with the description "it's not very goo-ood!" I got one taker. I won the only time I have played Risk; I was referred to as the "Pink Menace." I didn't choose pink, but I was the only girl playing. I have known four people whose distinctive good smell permeates their living quarters, leading one to wonder which came first, and also leading to as many excuses as possible to go to their houses. I have trouble recognizing people from a distance, and sometimes even up close. There is a name for this problem, and in the worst case, a man couldn't recognize his own family but knew every sheep in his flock as individuals. I once didn't recognize a boyfriend until he said hello, though I thought he looked familiar. I have learned the hard way that if you're quiet, everyone thinks you agree with them. I love salmon. I have never had catfish in a restaurant as good as the batch my brother made in highschool. I love deadpan and always regret that I can't pull it off. I rode bus 68 in junior high and 37 in high school. I decided that 37 was my unlucky number. I won a parking sticker for my high school which I put on my car but never managed to use. I was a National Merit Scholar, which made it hard to ask questions while I was still in high school because I was "too smart" not to already know. My shoe size is nine and a quarter, narrow, leading me to wear size 9 1/2 tennis shoes and avoid sandals or pumps. I am often mistaken for a high school student. At 18, I argued with a man that I wasn't really 13. At 20, I had to argue with some kid that I wasn't really 14. By 44, I should be mistaken for how old I am now. When I was 5, I had a list of names I preferred to "Michele," which I felt sounded like a name describing wildflowers. Sarah was always number one, Elizabeth was number two, and the rest varied depending on my memory. I made up a character named Sarah who had long red hair, was much cooler than me, and who went on adventures with Rainbow Brite. When I was in second grade, I planned out a house with secret passageways in which I would live when I was famous, and it would have tame bears and horses roaming in the yard. The horses might or might not have horns strapped to their heads. I hadn't decided if that was too mean. I think she would be sad to meet me now, though she would like my hair. My best memory from high school was Melissa driving me to Office Depot where I spent exactly one penny less than I had with me. On the way home Melissa bought me a noseless monkey from a garage sale with her last dollar. There is a fishpool on a Shawnee campus which frightened me as a child because I wasn't certain it had a bottom. In college I started an elaborate and time-consuming goodbye/ remember-me project that I never managed to finish or give. I once walked around Whiterock Lake twice in a row. I began to question the decision at about the 1 1/2-way point. I once got a free haircut and perm for agreeing to model it at Toni&Guy's. I have always wanted to learn to weld, though I'm not sure why. I also have always wanted to learn car repair and maintenance. I know who invented socks, and why. I usually vaguely impress people, but they are always disappointed in the end. I once had a crush on a boy that deepened when I realized he wrote his name on his assignments in phonetic notation. I constantly searched from a distance for reasons to dislike him because I was too shy to approach. I have a fascination with trenchcoats and immediately increase my respect for anyone I see wearing one. Unless they wear it badly, at which point, my respect goes down. Most people don't know my ears aren't pierced. ........................................... ........................................... ..........................................
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Who I'd like to meet: Anthony Boucher, Caius Cassius, Roger Zelazny, H.L. Mencken, Drew Barrymore, Odysseus, Pliny the Younger, Ralph Bunch, Willie Nelson, Kurt Vonnegut, Weird Al, me
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Hello Friend! Come Join us this weekend Friday Night at the Green Elephant at 10pm & Saturday Night at the Gingerman Dallas Would love to see you out there! It will be a blast!
That means I would've had to have a kid ... not my idea of a fun time. Besides, Disneyland isn't really for the kids. It's for the adults who act like kids.
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