I’m an artist, though I can’t draw, paint, or sculpt (unless we are talking stick people, “abstract” paint splatters, and lumps of crudely molded forms). I like to watch odd little comedies and indulge in violent action flicks that are low on plot but big on explosions (what can I say it speaks to a primal part in me). I proudly admit to having limited social skills, which doesn’t mean I don’t have and use manners. I’m not very self absorbed but I have a hard time feigning interest when people feel the need to harp on and on about their little “tragedies.” I have a heart, it’s used to pump blood and keep me alive. I stay away from people who request no drama from others, because usually these people ooze so much of their own personal drama that it spills over onto anyone near by. Besides a little drama can and usually is a good thing to the creative process. I relish in contradicting myself and rarely take good or bad advice. I know I don’t know as much as I’d like to know, but slowly I’m getting there and if I get stuck I just google the answer. I fear spiders, clowns, and nail files, but try not to kill them if I can avoid it. On a good day off I can contort my body into strange and uncomfortable positions for hours if I have a good book in hand. I’ve been known to quote Boogie lines and Dean Martin songs, usually friends just smile confusedly and pat me on the head when I show my little quirks, then call me up when they need a word explained. My DNA lacks a vital component, that biological need to reproduce personally and vicariously. But the most important thing about me is?.. I’m very tongue in cheek (if you haven’t noticed).