Anyway, here's some things you might not know about me:
- My right ear is slightly lower than my left. Whenever I get my hair cut, it confuses the nice person cutting it.
- I've actually performed stand-up comedy for money. It was all chump change, but I was paid. Frankly, too, I wasn't really good enough to get paid any decent amount of money.
- I spent six weeks dressed as a clown, entertaining children. It's been an awfully long time, but I can still make simple balloon animals, including my favorite: a bee. I cannot, however, juggle. (That worked well, though, because kids just love to see juggling pins fall on your head)
- Every year of high school, a show called "Writer's Showcase" performed at least one piece I wrote. My sophomore year, I decided to see how many deaths I could have them perform before they stopped performing my stuff. My senior year, I wrote a story about the end of humanity. They performed it, and, fortunately, I had no opportunity to try to top THAT death-toll.
- I'm allergic to perfumes, to the point where I have to be careful what detergent I use to clean my clothes (and what soap I use to wash myself, for that matter). This is particularly funny when you consider I once dated a woman who liked perfume and was allergic to her own sweat.
- I've seen thirty-three Halloweens come and go, and I've dressed in a costume for thirty of them. I plan on continuing the trend, and almost have my boss convinced I should be allowed to wear a costume this year. We'll see.
- I've seen every "Godzilla" movie ever made, including "Bambi Meets Godzilla," which I now offer to you:
- I'm the kind of guy who'll check the time, then immediately check it again because I've forgotten what time it is.
- My desktop image on my computer is a picture of a dragonfly a friend took. Were you expecting something dark and dreary? Most people are.
- I've been to a strip club exactly once in my life. I won't say it was a bad experience, but I was a little disappointed. I guess the only naked woman that really thrills me is a woman who's naked WITH me. The best part of the experience was heavily-tipping the strippers who refused to dance to this song:
(the song is funny, in an "it makes you uncomfortable" kind of way, but it's rather cruel to expect a stripper to ACTUALLY dance to it). I spent more money tipping them for keeping their clothes on at that point than I did on lap dances the entire evening.
- After that song, I requested a lap dance to THIS song:
It was the sexiest moment of the entire evening. The stripper kept leaning against me and giggling because I insisted on singing along.
- For the record, I can't sing. Good golly, I really, really can't sing.
- I do, however, have a great radio voice. I'll eventually record a snippet for you, because I think it'll be fun to make this an occasionally-video diary.
- My roommate used to be a florist. He came into my room, recently, to close my window, and stole the most sickly of the two potted plants in my room. I have no idea where he put it.
Well, I had a few other video snippets for you to enjoy, but . . . I have no clever-and-honest stories to lead into them. I'm also finally feeling tired (Yay! I might get five hours' sleep!)
Peace, kats and kittens. I hope you enjoyed finding out that I can have fun, too. ;)