Now that I actually have an active blog, I get to use these fun little buggers. Enjoy my faux-clever answers and feel free to fill this out for yourself as a comment, or let me know if you've got one going.
The Basics . . .
Gender: 100% Man
Sexual Preference: As often as I can physically handle.
Single: Try "engaged".
Birthday: Once a year on October 6, every day since 1984.
Age I act: When I'm tired: 70. When in public: 4. Anything else ranges.
Age I wish I was: My age, but in the 50s, in a Tiki bar.
Eye Color: Dark brown
Happy with it?: If you can be upset with your eye color, you need more to worry about.
Lefty/Righty/Ambidextrous: I lean right in most situations.
Family: Mommy and daddy. And cool people who have become my relatives by choice.
Pets: Hannah, my big, fluffy German Shepherd/Collie
Piercings?: I put a knife through my hand once, but that was just an embarrasing accident. From now on I'm just going to buy coconut shavings and save myself the time, effort, and potential danger.
Tattoos?: I had some cool press on ones in middle school.
Do you speak another language?: <i>Qapla'</i>, bitches.
Have a favorite quote?: "Welcome to heaven; here's your harp. Welcome to hell; here're your bagpipes."
Deep thoughts about life and you in it?: I don't much matter.
Do you live in the moment?: Only, it seems, when it can embarrass me the most.
Do you have any secrets?: I don't think there's anything that I keep completely to myself, but there are certainly things that I'm selective in divulging.
Do you hate yourself?: Fuck, no. I rock.
Do you like your handwriting?: Yeah, because no one else can read it.
If a movie was made about your life, what would it be called?: I don't know, but it'd probably be a straight-to-DVD release.
Can you sing?: Yes, but just because I can doesn't mean I should.
Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool?: I can't look cool no matter what. I've pretened to be someone else to scare the crap out of someone, though.
If you were another person, would you be friends with you?: Yeah, but I'd complain about me to my other friends.
Are you passive or aggressive?: I prefer "direct". Agressive sounds like I could hurt someone; all I really am is upfront.
Do you have a journal?: You're lookin' at it.
Do you think you are emotionally strong?: Stronger now than before, because I know what makes me weak.
Is there anything you regret doing/not doing in life?: There are things I wish I hadn't done, but I wouldn't go back and change them.
Do you think life has been good so far?: All in all, yes.
What is the most important lesson you've learned from life?: Don't dwell.
What do you like the most about your body?: I can cover it with clothes so no one can see it.
Do you smoke?: Only when I'm soldering.
Drink?: Only when I'm not soldering.
Read the newspaper?: I would, but who wants to go out and get a newspaper when my electronics catalogs are right here?
Pray?: Yes, but not usually for myself.
Go to church?: It's been quite a while. Please direct me to one that's not corrupt.
Talk to strangers who IM you?: That doesn't happen much, but I would.
Sleep with stuffed animals?: No, but I should.
Take walks in the rain?: I don't take walks that much in general. But rain wouldn't stop me if I was motivated.
Drive?: Would if I could.
Like to drive fast?: Not since the whole ticket/insurance thing really hit home.
Have you ever . . .
Been out of the country?: Not yet.
Eaten something that made other people sick?: I seem to do this often. Ask Mike about the bar pickle.
Been in love?: I am right now.
Done drugs?: Outside of my Zyrtec, nope.
Had a medical emergency?: Broke and dislocated my arm at school when I was 10. Crazy stuff.
Had surgery?: Quite a few times, the biggest being open-heart surgery, the coolest being when they dug a piece of steel out of my hand.
Ran away from home?: Nah. Where the hell would I have gone?
Played strip poker?: I don't even know how to play regular poker.
Got beaten up?: Not bad, but I've taken a few hits in my time.
Beaten someone up?: That was just plain fun.
Been picked on?: Who the hell would be able to answer no to this?
Gone one day without food?: Get a stomach flu. Ugh.
Talked on the phone all night?: A couple of times.
Slept together with the opposite sex?: Indeed.
Slept all day?: Hell, I do that now.
Killed someone?: Only a methane probe at Puckaway will tell you for sure.
Made out with a stranger?: I was told I shouldn't even talk to strangers.
Had sex with a stranger?: See above response.
Thought you were going crazy?: Not really. I have an unhealthy habit of accepting myself as normal.
Done anything sexual with the same sex?: Nothing serious, but I had my testicle bitten once.
Had a dream that came true?: (I expect "aww"s and/or groans) I'm marrying her.
Broken the law?: Intellectual property law: daily. Traffic tickets: several. And there's other minor ugliness.
Met a famous person?: Not really.
Have you ever killed an animal by accident?: Damn rabbit came out of nowhere. And right after I swerved to avoid a family of ducks.
Told a secret you swore you wouldn't tell?: When someone tells you they're huritng themself and thinking of suicide, you're a bastard if you keep it to yourself.
Stolen anything?: Yeah, that's the "minor ugliness" mentioned above.
Been on radio/TV?: Called in to Belling once and he didn't yell at me. That was cool. And Ryan's documentary was on PBS. That was awesome.
Had a nervous breakdown?: A few times.
Had a dream that kept coming back?: Ok, I'm going to go out and explain this one. I'm back in high school because they find out I'm missing a credit for something or other. Anyway, it's just impossible. It's not the kids, not like most high school dreams you'd think of, it's the faculty. They're all evil because they know they have inappropriate amounts of power over me again. Those dreams suck.
My beliefs . . .
Miracles?: I've seen enough in my day.
Magic?: It'd be damn cool, but no.
God?: You bet. Throw in Christ and the Holy Spirit, too.
Santa?: Invented by parents to shut their kids the hell up for the entire month of December.
Ghosts?: I want to believe. But I'd need to see one.
Luck?: Nah, and karma neither.
Love at first sight?: That's a big yes.
Do you wish on stars?: No, but they're cool things to see.
Deep theological questions . . .
Do you believe in the traditional view of heaven and hell?: Clouds and fire? That's too tangible and Earth-like. And our general view of hell actually comes from Pagan imagery. I think hell is cold, dark, and lonely. It's the only place that doesn't know the presence of God.
Do you think god has a gender?: Again, that's just projecting what we know on what we don't. What would God Almightly need with genitals? Or if you're just asking psychologically, whether God thinks like a guy or a girl, I say you're a fool if you pretend to know the mind of God.
Where do you think we go when we die?: Depends on the person.
The friends . . .
Do you have any gay/lesbian friends?: Not any really close ones, but yeah.
Who is your best friend?: Lyssa. Don't know how it would rank among my man-friends.
Who's the one person that knows most about you?: Lyssa, maybe Red.
Who's your longest known friend?: That's a tie: Petey and Travis.
Newest?: Tucker. I mean, I knew <i>of</i> this god-among-men for a while now, but didn't really get to know him 'til this year.
Shyest?: Shelby wins this one, though she does have her moments of boldness.
Funniest?: Any of my roommates, collectively or combined.
Sweetest?: Tuck Man. That kid's an angel.
Closest?: Lyssa, of course, but then Petey.
Weirdest?: Petey, now and forever.
Smartest?: That's a hard one to narrow down. Depends on what kind of smart. I'd definately have a good selection of phone-a-friends on Millionare.
Friend you miss being close to the most?: Joe and Red.
Last person you talked to online?: Lyssa, Shelby, Jeremy and Joe. SIMULTANEOUSLY. Because I rock like that.
Who do you talk to most online?: Kaj, Shelby, and Red.
Who are you on the phone with most?: My mom.
Who do you trust most?: Lyssa, hands down.
Who listens to your problems?: Lyssa, Petey, and/or Mike.
Who do you fight most with?: I don't fight much. But most arguements are in-house.
Who's the nicest?: See "Sweetest".
Who's the best singer?: Tuck can belt 'em out something fierce, but Lyssa's my Angel of Music.
Do you always feel understood?: I'm clear, but not easy to figure out.
Who's the loudest friend?: Petey Boy, coming in clear.
Do you trust others easily?: Once I get to know them well enough, generally.
Who's house were you last at?: Lyssa's.
Do your friends know you?: I'd like to think so. If they don't, it's their own damn fault.
Friend that lives farthest away?: Bob's way up in the U.P., that's quite a drive.
Love and all that . . .
Do you consider love a mistake?: That's stupid. No.
What do you find romantic?: Knowing me well enough to be able to answer that yourself.
First kiss?: Way back in junior high. Ugh.
Do you prefer knowing someone before dating them or going out?: It only seems logical.
Have you ever wished it was more socially acceptable for a girl to ask a guy out?: Every time I've had to ask someone out.
Who was the last person . . .
You wanted to kill?: I don't really want to kill anyone... But there are a few I'd hurt.
That you laughed at?: Mike.
That laughed at you?: Mike. It's our thing.
You went shopping with?: Mike, Lyssa, and Jenny.
That broke your heart?: Sarah. That was a while ago.
To make you cry?: All I've got to do is think about my grandpa for a while, and tears are guaranteed.
That you thought about?: Lyssa's usually on the brain.
You talked to on the phone?: Some lady from my bank.
You saw?: Petey Boy.
Right this moment . . .
Who are you going out with?: I'm engaged to Alyssa Gail Molter.
What are you wearing right now?: I'm actually wearing my personal clothing stereotype. Solid-color hooded sweatshirt, nondescript blue jeans from Kohls, and my best pair of Vans. The only thing that stands out is my kick-ass new watch.
What are you worried about right now?: School and my financial future. I'm accepting donations.
What book are you reading?: Turn of the Screw for class, and some Star Trek paperback for myself.
Use 5 words to describe how you're feeling: I want to get married.
Are you bored?: Too anxious to be bored.
Are you tired?: Perpetually.
Are you talking to anyone online?: Lyssa.
Are you talking to anyone on the phone?: Nuh-uh.
Are you lonely or content?: I'm feelin' good.
Are you listening to music?: Yeah, actually. I just busted out some old school Semisonic.
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