I have no idea where I swiped this from, but here you go: a little dose of cynicism… and some of my personality.

How old do you look?
I don’t know, you tell me. I have a monkey with a firecracker on my shirt. That pretty much says it all.

Where do you live?
In my own little world, apparently. (See the above picture.)

Are you waiting for something?
The aliens. To come back. Looking for their buddy, Jesus. Whom they ditched here because he was being a jerk while they were visiting Earth. During their drunken Spring Break.

What’s one pet peeve of yours that is not common?
Not leaving a new roll of toilet paper out for the next use when the current roll is really close to being out. I guess I have tissue issues.

Last text message you received, what’d it say?
“K love u”

Can you handle the truth?
The real question is: Can you?

Did you cry today?
My nasolacrimal ducts were working overtime with my sinuses being all jacked up. But I didn’t cry for emotional reasons, if that’s what you mean.

Do you hate the last person you had a conversation with?
No. There are parts of myself I don’t like, but I don’t hate myself.

Do you want kids?
I never had the desire to want kids. But I have three of them via the Husbear.

Have you ever thought about converting your religion?
If I had religion. But into what? Pure energy? That would be a lot more useful.

Last shocking news you heard?
That Apple hasn’t created a product called the iCock. I bet it would have a slick user interface.

What was the last thing you drank?
At the moment: Two fingers of Svedka vodka. With some Diet Cherry 7-Up.

Last person you hugged?
My Husbear.

Whom do you most look like in your family?
Funny story about that. The Husbear and a few others say I look like my father. Funny thing is: I’m adopted.

Did you dream last night?
I dream every night. Most are unpleasant. I should probably blog about them more often.

How many piercings do you have?
Zero. I have been entertaining the idea of getting a new one as of late, but I doubt I will.

If you could have something right now, anything, what would it be?
To not have issues with people touching my belly. And less of a pooch on my belly as well.

Does anyone call you babe?
Not that I’m aware of. But I’ve got you….

Where does most of your family live?
Biological? I have no idea. Adopted? In Florida. Accepted? Here, surrounding me in Arkansas.

Where did you grow up?
Some would say I haven’t. And in some places I still grow on occasion.

Where do you want to go on vacation?
I’d like to go visit Australia and New Zealand. Maybe Canada and England, when it’s warm. Although there are PLENTY of places here in the States I’d still like to go see.

Have you broken a bone?
A Greenstick fracture of the distal ulna in my left arm when I was a pre-teen as a result of falling off a cliff that I was attempting to climb. And since I’ve lost some weight over the last few months, I think I may have broken a rib at some point in my life. I have one that seems to jut out farther than the others.

What did you receive for Valentine’s Day?
Just what I needed from my Husbear: his continuing love.

Have you ever had a panic attack?
Yes. A large crowd is usually involved. I don’t do crowds well.

Can you sleep in jeans?
I used to sleep clothed, pre-Husbear. He retrained me.

What can’t you wait for?
The End Of The World As We Know It.

When’s the last time you told someone you loved them and meant it?
About 40 minutes ago, when I tucked the Husbear into bed.

Have your parents ever smoked pot?
It would be naive of me to say no. They grew up in the sixties after all. But they’ve never talked about it, and I’ve never asked.

Want someone back in your life?
I’m okay without them at the moment, so I would have to say no.

Do you live near your most recent ex?
I’ve not ever had someone I would consider to be an “ex”, so I guess not.

Are you good at giving directions?
I tend not to be overly vocal during sex. Oh, that’s not what you meant?

What do you order at the bar?
A ruffie colada for the cutest guy.

When was the last time you cried really, really hard?
I have no idea. I don’t remember. I built up a wall around that emotion.

Whom was your last text from?
The Husbear.

Ever licked someone’s cheek?
Yes. All four of them. And I think they were all equally hairy.

What is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter?
Well…. I like to spend hours licking it off of, er, something.

Where were you on July 4th, 2009?
The Husbear and I were in Memphis at Sammy and Matt’s home with friends.

What body part(s) do you wash first in the shower?
My hair/scalp.

Have you ever kissed anyone who’s name started with a D?
Yes. Come to think about it, I think I’m only missing “Q”, “Y”, and “Z”.

Do you prefer warm or cold weather?
Warm. Cold weather can just suck it! I’m done with cold.

What do you currently hear right now?
Captain Janeway telling someone to “Stand down”.

Does someone like you right now?
I’m sure someone out there must. I’m assuming since you’re reading my blathering, you must.

Could you go out in public looking like you do now?
Yes. But the police would probably become involved. Again.

What are your nicknames?
The Husbear calls me “BabyBear”. That’s the only one I have, that I’m aware of. I’m sure a lot of people call me other things under their breath and when I’m not around.

On your sex interests, where do you like them to have piercings?
I’ve personally never been a fan of the piercings. They just don’t do “it” for me. Odd, considering what I do for a living.

If you could go any place in the world right now, where would you go?
Hmm… I don’t know.

Have you ever made someone so mad that they broke something?
Yes.

What is your favorite color?
Name that color:

If you could go back in time, how far back would you go?
I’d go so far back that I’d loop around to the future and come back to now.

I mean besides the Academy Awards.

Today’s plans were to run a new electrical line to the new remodel, and to take down another section of ceiling.

When I pulled the first part of the section of ceiling down, this is what fell upon me:

Crap! (click to see it on flickr)

Enormous piles of crap.

Disgusting.

We have no idea where it came from or how long it’s been there. But since it was dehydrated, we’re assuming it’s been there since before we purchased the house as there have been no openings for anything to get in since we’ve been here.

All of this after having to slither my way under the house to run some new electrical wiring to the area we are remodeling. The Husbear was kind enough to take a few pictures of me whilst I was trying to work:

The Husbear said I look like the House just pooped me out. (click to see it on flickr)

So nice of him, wasn’t it? I feel so… disgusting.

It’s hard to be this pretty when you feel this dirty. (click to see it on flickr)

We didn’t get as much done today as I was hoping to do. I guess there’s always tomorrow.

Stolen from Chris at My 2 Cents, but with some updated “Why” questions from Ur-Spo at Spo-Reflections.

Here is the the 6 Ws meme.

Who…
…is easy to love? Define “love”. There’s a whole lot of “love” going around at some events I’ve been to. I’d say they were all easy.
…do you just wanna smack? With what? And where?
…do you trust? Very few humans. And my cats.
…do you talk to when you’re alone? One of my multiple personalities.

What…
…dangerous things do you do while driving? Eat, pick my nose, and look for songs on my iPhone. I used to text, but that’s illegal now in Arkansas.
…are you allergic to? Mushrooms. The kind you eat on pizza.
…is Satan’s last name? I know for a fact that it’s Rubright.
…is the freakiest thing in your house? Besides my Husbear?

Where…
…are your pants? Around my ankles.
…is your last will and testament? A copy is in a file cabinet, another copy is with the attorney.
…is your junk food stash? In my pants. Would you like a piece?
…is Carmen Sandiego? She was in Amsterdam, where she undertook gender-reassignment surgery. He is now known as “Carmen Losangeles”.

When…
…is it time to turn over a new leaf? When the old leaf is no longer clean.
…will you be all that you can be? According to the propaganda, when I join the Army. Which will never happen.
…is enough enough? When there’s eight.
…do you go to the dark side? Quite often. Actually, it’s better to ask when do I go to the not-dark side.

Why…
…was the Lone Ranger alone? He wasn’t alone. He had Tonto. Besides, I always defined lone as “being the only one”, as in he was the Only Ranger. Had he been alone, he would have been called the “Alone Ranger”.
…was The Scarlet Letter scarlet? Supposedly it was an uppercase letter “A” in red that Puritans, being as “fun” as they were, required adulterers to wear it. So yes, it was.
…are musicians sexy and plumbers not? I’ve seen some sexy plumbers. In pictures only, of course. And I’ve seen some not sexy musicians: Lyle Lovett.
…are there no seat belts on school buses? Because children should learn early about survival of the fittest, and what a better way than the transport they take 10 times a week?
…do people feel obliged to turn in front of you, rather than wait until you pass and the coast is clear? Argh! I have no idea. Is it wrong I speed up and ride their ass after they do that?
…does the porridge bird lay its egg in the air? I think there’s an urban dictionary entry for “porridge bird” as the “money shot”. That makes more sense, and solves that philosophical debate.
…didn’t “ea” as seen in words like steak and great not compact during the “Great Vowel Shift” in time of Middle English? You mean their not spelled “stake” and “grate”? Damn phonics failed me again.
…if happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why or why can’t I? Because the rainbow always keeps moving based on the direction of the sun and the position of our eye. So as we watch the bluebirds fly, they can fly past the rainbow based on our POV. But as we move, the rainbow moves, until the angle changes to such an extent that the rainbow disappears.

Would you…
…swim the English Channel for a doughnut and coffee? If not that, what? What am I, a cop? [snicker]
…forgive someone who deliberately hurt you? I have. But I didn’t forget. And I also plotted their doom.
…rather believe a lie if it hurt you less than the truth? Isn’t that the basis of ALL organized religions?
…you still be alive if you were sucked out of an airplane window? Stupid Bernoulli effect and getting sucked out of airplanes. Yes is the technical answer. It’s the sudden stop from the fall that usually kills you.

Because that’s how I roll. Or stand, as it may be.
And I am wearing my hat because Alexander doesn’t like faux-hawks.

I wonder what he’s thinking….

It’s probably not the same thing I’m thinking…

… Like I need a shower! And to get to the studio. I’ve got stuff to do!

629 days ago, this is what a day in my life was like. Things have definitely changed since then! 225 days ago (June 24, 2009) I left the security of my salaried job to become a full-time, self-employed tattooist.

Your blog host with the most. Most what? I’m not sure…

Now my “typical” day is as follows:

I wake up when I want, without an alarm clock, which is usually around 9:30 AM. (Although the Husbear always kisses me goodbye as he heads off to work around 7:30.) I usually do some paperwork or other chores around the house before I get ready to go to the tattoo studio. I usually get there about 11:30 or so, clean, and prepare for the day.

Insert sitting for 7 to 10 hours here: doodling, tattooing, cleaning tools, surfing the web, etc.

After the tattoo studio, I head home. Usually between 8 or 10 PM, and sometimes much later depending on the day.

I sit around with the Husbear for a little bit before he goes to bed around 10:30 PM. After which point I usually play on the computer until I go to bed around 1 AM.

Seemingly more simplified than before.

My body has “normalized” to being awake for that schedule, but I really need to retrain myself so I go to sleep when the Husbear does. I miss that.

The weirdest part is being off on Sundays and Mondays. It makes it difficult to do anything with any friends who have the “normal” Monday-through-Friday jobs. Not that I really ever did a lot with anyone to begin with anyway. And I do have the same days off as the Husbear, so that’s nice we get to spend time together.