Caveat Lector:

With the addition of the 'notes' function, the Favorites list is near-obsolete. Well, maybe that's a bit of a harsh way to say it? But I can check folks, jot down notes, and actually be able to remember who the person is (due to a picture and notes) instead of having to rely on looking at the name Quatz and trying to recall, "Ok, was that the person I was talking about Tom Waits with, or about Elvis with?"

As such, expect to see my face pop up a few times on your Stalker list if I've ever popped up on it before.

Not to mention that the question results turned up by "Improve your matches with (name)" tend to be more noteworthy than the random grab-bag questions. After all, that way you can opt for questions found snazzy by folks who seem fairly snazzy in their own right (unless one checks mine, in which case one'll mainly get nitpicky little math and logic questions). =============================================================

I very much loathe the three adjective summary. There's always a little something that could be added/amended were it not for the one-word limit. Look at the wry part, for example? How does one sum up a sort've satirical gallows-humor as one word? Just plain 'satirical' could work, but that makes me sound like I think I'm the next Johnathan Swift or something.

When I grow up, I want to be just like Jar-Jar Binks.

I like Twizzlers, the Alligator Bop, and my favorite drama movie is "Bloodsucking Freaks That Dress Just Like Your Mama".

...wait, those last few aren't true at all!

As mentioned below, I'm a big fan of armchair theology and etymology; doubly-so for the etymology of the profane (EG: What's the origin of that horrible name that taxi-cab driver just called you?). Some of my favorites of that latter group include one that stems from Boadicea, and another that stems from a Yiddish term comparable to "My widdle schnookums".

I'm also insanely fond of espresso, custard, eggnog, and anything that manages to combine two of those three together.

Alas, the Political View section above doesn't have a space for "Zen Socialist". Nor is there a Philosophical View section. That'd be "Romantic", by the way. Not as in carriage rides and roses, but the 18th century close cousin to Transcendentalist (both of which are cousins to Gothic, surprisingly enough); Blake, Byron, Yeats and Keats and all that.

I regularly use the word "regularly", yet I loathe the way I say it. For some reason, I've yet to ween myself onto using "often" or "routinely", depending upon context (and the former lends itself to the Pirates of Penzance "often/orphan" joke, for bonus points).

I'm a little more fond of the Fibonacci sequence and ramifications thereof than anyone should really be.

I use the term "thereof" in regular conversation. Kind've sad, no?

July 2009 Update: I'm a little haunted by folks asking me "Where I'm from", since there's no easy answer. I was born in Oregon (Roseburg), but we moved away about six months later, so I can only take my parents' word for it. We moved to Arizona (Phoenix), but that was just for a year and a half, so that's chalked up in the "allegedly" department like Oregon. After that was Alaska (Fairbanks) until 4th Grade. After that was Colorado (Wheat Ridge) until High School graduation. From there, up to Maine (Bangor) where both my parents were from and all of their parents were from.

So legally, I'm from Oregon. Early formative years, I'm from Alaska. Later formative years, I'm from Colorado. But I can tell stories like I've lived in this town since the 1930s.

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• MonaLisa65

What am I doing? Apparently going into more detail over on LiveJournal. It makes everyone their own Andy Rooney (for better or for worse)

Other than that, my first cousin (once removed, by two marriages, according to lathandplaster) is doing a lousy job of trying to teach me to juggle.

July 2008 Update: She gave up on the juggling-instruction. C'est la Jongler

Not juggling.

I'm also apparently not half bad at writing softcode for MU*-type (that's MUSH/MUX sort've stuff) online gaming. Don't get too excited, it's not graphic flashy-picture online gaming; it's all text-based, and generally White Wolf-sort've, D&D-sort've stuff. Still, nice when one can code up '@pemit %#=die(3, 9)' instead of trying to invent a nine-sided die (much less find three of them).

Example: [setr(0, parse(lnum(secure(%0)), die(1, 10)))][setq(B, words(strip(matchall(%q0, 1), 0)))][setq(T, max(add(setr(S, ladd(parse(%q0, gte(##, min(secure(%1), 9))))), min(sub(9, secure(%1)), 0)), 0))]|[if(%qS, max(sub(%qT, %qB), 0), sub(%qT, %qB))]

(That's the guts of M:tA Revised's "Threshold" dice. Basic die-results before the pipe, net success/botches after the pipe)

I've also done far too much research and pondering into matters-Zen than anyone who never plans to use it should do (there's a little Zen joke in there; a very very little Zen joke).

You might have to ask those people?

But some folks have stated that I sometimes sport a "something highly amusing is going on here that not everyone might notice" expression.

Although I'd bet my necktie would be pretty high up there as well.

And heck, probably what folks have reported over here.

I recently noticed that it's not uncommon for someone, when first sitting down and talking with me, to give me the similar sort of look that you see in nature programs when the monkey-wrangler has a monkey on their arm while they're talking about said monkey, and then the monkey suddenly climbs up onto their head. The way the monkey-wrangler looks at the monkey while they try to carry on talking to the camera? That's they way they look at me while carrying on talking to me. What it means is a mystery.

A) One Hundred Years of Solitude, The Joy of Yiddish, Love in the Time of Cholera, Name of the Rose. I've been getting into Tim Powers, Tad Williams, and Neal Stephenson as of late, too.

B) Brazil, The Iron Giant, Sanjiro, Yojimbo, Citizen Kane, My Favorite Brunette, True Stories, Night of the Creeps, Santa Claus and the Ice Cream Bunny, City of Lost Children, Blue Velvet, Casablanca, Barton Fink, My Favorite Year, Nightmare Before Christmas, Delicatessen, Until the End of the World, Paris Texas, Mystery Train. If Buster Keaton, David Lynch, Tim Burton, or Wim Wenders made it? I probably liked it (or shall like it once I see it).

C) They Might Be Giants, Kate Bush, Robyn Hitchcock, Magnetic Fields, Joe Jackson, David Byrne, Tom Waits, Bauhaus, Spike Jones and The City Slickers, Peter Gabriel, Elvis Costello, The The, Steely Dan, Soul Coughing, Laurie Anderson, The Residents, Lou Reed, Michael Penn, Pailhead, Cole Porter, Chickasaw Mud Puppies, Gilbert and Sullivan, Jim Thirwell, Nelson Riddle, that second Dresden Dolls LP isn't bad, neither is the one Ed's Redeeming Qualities LP I've heard. Jesca Hoop is a new find that I'm enjoying, which hopefully will make me cut down from listening to the Decemberists at least every other day. And if you like satirical 'goth' music that doesn't quite take itself seriously? Try Gothic Archies (it's the Magnetic Fields under another name for the most part). Long ago and far away, fulamuso started to sell me onto the Violent Femmes, and did a pretty good job.

December 2009 Update: One can actually see my music for themselves, through the good graces of Last.FM!

D) Can't go wrong with eggs and cream; eggnog, custard, anything that's mostly eggs and cream is already miles head of everything else (as long as that everything else isn't roast beef, in which case it's now a toughie).

1) Some sort've glasses/contacts.

2) A mechanical pencil (and lead for said pencil).

3) Clocks.

4) Books.

5) Fire in some form (a stove, say?)

6) I'm quite sure I'd regret a loss of shoes.

The Etymology of the Profane: Namely, pick your favorite swear word/phrase. Now think about it... that must've come from somewhere, and it must've been perfectly obvious for why that'd be applied in that situation (and not in others). Working out the "why?" behind that is just dandy. I'd list examples, but I believe there's a profanity filter.

Categories I'd rather see in this essay.

Things that Frighten Me the Most:

1) The thought/threat of falling.

2) Unexpected contact with very small animals.

3) The thought of my skin being broken/cut/pierced.

4) Being forgotten about when I'm not immediately around.

OKCupid! Questions I Dislike the Most:

1) Is it ever alright to kill someone. -- On the surface, it seems a blatant "no", but then I get to thinking about assisted suicide (when the person shall be dying a horrible painful death over the next few weeks and they actively would rather just get it over with), or folks who opted without coercion to enter a situation where they're more likely to die than to survive (which is sort've assisted suicide in a way...), and it ends up turning into a "Yes, but..." Alas, there's no "Other (fill in the blank)" option provided.

2) Could you deal with being second place to something else in a relationship? i.e. a project or computer or someone else. -- The only answers provided are yes/no/"I'm not sure", with no time-frame reference. Do they mean for years and years, or do they mean if I could deal with someone saying "Hold on, I just need an hour to finish this"?

3) Do you believe there are only two genders? -- Biologically? On Earth? Yes, I believe there's no more than two for any given species. It's pretty much XX or XY, or aesexual organisms, or those that can swap out between the two, or funky accidental bits. Now, can one opt to switch the physically innate gender? Can one behave in ways that might be unexpected by many for the physically innate gender? Yes, but that hardly makes it a 'third gender'. I wouldn't be surprised if there was some trisexual marsupial sort've affair out there on another planet, but on Earth at this stage of physical evolution, among the various plants and animals and other reproducing organisms, there's pretty much just two sexes (or "neither" or in the process of going from one to the other). Now, if the question were about Personal Sexual Identity? That'd be another matter, more like "Some point on an infinitely graded scale", like with orientation.

It's kind've like a light-switch; there's "on", there's "off", and most anything else is an unintentional setting that generally produces an "on" or "off" result. The actual light itself? You've 40 watt bulbs, 120 watt bulbs, neon, incandescent, UV and IR bulbs that look off when they're really on, strobe lights, the whole shebang. The light is not limited to the switch, and nothing says the light has to follow the switch's setting.

4) Which is more important for a good match? A) Having similar political beliefs B) Having good sex -- For me? Personally? Not all that concerned about either. Oh, for an "Other" C-Answer.

5) Would you sleep with a serial killer? -- While they're busy serial killing? I rather doubt it ("Say, baby, where -did- you get those eyes? Oh, from your neighbor?"). But could I imagine someone doing some serial killing, then getting over that phase of their life, and re-establishing themselves as someone quite suited to standard non-killy relationships, with intimate relations being part of that relationship? It'd doubtful, but I could see it happening depending on the circumstances. And while I'm talking about circumstances...

6) If your ex significant other wants to walk back into your life would you take him/her ? A) Yes. B) No. C) Depends on the timing. -- Myself? I'd say a large part of it would hinge upon what made them my ex-SO, and if either I or they have changed to such a degree that the reason doesn't seem so valid anymore. 'Timing' has very little to do with it.

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• MonaLisa65

Apparently filling this out. Ha!

Actually, due to living in a small town and not being all that "drinky", most Friday evenings I'm rushing home to catch the block of new programming on SciFi. But even if there was, I'd probably still divvy it out so the red-painting of the town were on a non-weekend; darn those channels for putting the interesting programs on the weekends!

And if not, I'm usually vicariously hanging around itcertainlyis's associates.

October 2009 Addition: And now that a local café (vis: Giacomo's ) has decided to be open for a late-late shift on Fridays and Saturdays, Midnight to 3 AM, I now have things to do! Things involving coffee and pastries and people!

I have a Britney Spears song on my mp3 player. I lay -all- the blame on that episode of Doctor Who.

As of June 9th, 2008, I no longer have a gallbladder. I've worked out plans for a prosthetic gallbladder, but there's very little demand for those.

..if you have something to say and no other medium in which to send said something?

Not so sure about the instant messenger thing here, but the internal mail sounds dandy?