30 Sept 2010 : tobacco dream

on review, I think I've been snarky lately. Please excuse if my comments were barbed by pessimism and/or sarcasm.

I haven't been sleeping well, and THAT is the quickest route to a change in my behavior...

30 Sept 2018

 I suspect I’m allergic to something that’s quite prevalent... I always have puffy eyes, and nasal drainage.

I also suspect that these allergies can drastically affect my mood - kind of like dealing with chronic pain, but at a lesser degree of severity...

30 Sept 2018

 Sexuality is not handled well by our society. It’s glorified in the media, horrified in our leaders, and left mystified in the general public.

What results, when we parade out a series of false messages? False expectations...

30 Sept 2018

 Another wave of terror about the country I live in, and the murky future I see before me...

Coupled with body aches and allergies, and absent friends...

...and the suicidal ideations trickle in as the flight response goes into high alert. The call of the void is strong...

So, I post, to tell on myself, and tell myself that “suicide is not a viable solution” (literally!) that, some times, blotting out all the stimuli producing anxiety may be the best path... that, living in the present, even in pain, may be the best way to reduce excessively worrying again.

Are these bipolar reactions? Are these meant to be medicated away? Are there good ways to restore faith that tomorrow will be a better day?

Reality seems unreal; and I do not understand how brutal the blows are that it can nonchalantly deal to us.

I suspect that a friend died last week, yet no mutual friends reached out for support from me...? Then again, I did get a call from a Dallas number; and yet no one responded when I talked into my headset. Yes, I could take the initiative, yet the impression I got was that everyone was overwhelmed with sympathetic condolences.

Then again, as I have no confirmation, this could be my brain reading too much into the vague book.

I’m reminded that another friend died in Fall of 2017; and I didn’t learn about it until Spring of 2018.

I do not attempt to stay in daily contact with anyone in my life; so I get left bewailing that no one tries to contact me. Partially because I conditioned myself to be in daily contact with my best friend in high school, to live in communal housing situations - that’s why I bemoan lack of contacts..?

I would hazard that if I have let you into my life, then I have come to trust that our relationship is useful to each other. Yet I will not force myself to call you, just to “check up on you” - partly to avoid appearing demanding, partly to respect your privacy, and partly to avoid obsessing about you.

(..or, perhaps you’re in a trial period, where judgement is being reserved? Could be said of many Facebook friends that I’ve added and later dropped...)

So, a blanket statement, to give you an update...

My mind’s been under a lot of stress, this week, from both “national news” and “local concerns”. I don’t want to surrender. I want to grieve. Yet, i want to fight, too, from fear of how much worse it can get. Yet, I feel my blows would be but dandelion puffs. ...and, in the end, confusion.

30 Sept 2019

 my mind has been thinking back on my past romances: "How brief... How did I fail...?" ...and such.

I can see a lot of ways in which I did not rise up to meet the "provider expectation", and also ways that "physical intimacy became almost an obsession"...

the relationships started fairly well, but I don't think they ended well. Part of me thinks we brought expectations in that were quickly left unmet?

it reminds me of others talking about "the rules", or even the memes running around about "how to treat each other in a relationship"... OR the classic, "looking for the One" - it all tries to claim that one set of behaviors is acceptable, making all other behaviors not; and if you're (imperfect) partner does not measure up to that golden standard, then they should be dumped in a heartbeat.

In similar ways, it's like the standards we hold our political candidates to... we're expecting everyone to be Supermen, and no one to have flaws or missteps in their future. If we mess up, we get kicked to the curb, in the hopes that someone better comes along... instead of trying to work with each other to try to figure out how to improve in the future.

(I realize this is is kind of vague. I do not want to specify people and times and events, hopefully to protect my past partners/friends. I do not claim that I am perfect (by no means..) )

I really just want to question this "search for the Superman" that we seem to feed ourselves; or, if you will, the "insistence on perfection"...

Now.. I do realize that some people have been badly hurt in past relationships (myself included) and would rather avoid repeating those experiences. Yet, even there, I question if avoidance is the best policy, in ALL cases....

2Tammy Curry and 1 other

29 Sept 2010

 I feel tired and weary, and the intuitive thought is "Get off of facebook, and get some rest!"

Now.... will I listen? hmm. ..there IS a fresh pot of coffee about ten feet away, in the kitchen...

29 Sept 2014

 An acquaintance claims that I do not have the right personality to be a tutor.

This distresses me, as tutoring has been one of my most enjoyable past careers.

Taking it with a grain of salt

29 Sept 2016

 You may noticed some strange ramblings from me, this last week...

They're attempts to track thought clouds in meditation, instead of leaving them to fester in my consciousness...?

That was the initial idea, at least.

29 Sept 2018

 #wolfenoot...?

What about #felinusday..?

Not your typical Wednesday, but a Wednesday devoted to behaving like cats... where the best impression gets rewarded with a pile of dead mice!

Probably already been tried by the Egyptians, but we could revive it, right?

Maredith Michael, Blue Cat Cafe

29 Sept 2018

 My mind is a mess. It aches for old friends, perceived in turmoil; hoping to lighten their loads. It fears over dwindling finances, facing that uncertainty about my next meal(s).

...and beset by body aches, and troubled sleep - it’s unraveling like a spoil of thread rolled off the mountaintop, with each moment adding momentum...

...leaving me to be a babbling brook, born of bedlam, no longer able to distinguish truth from fantasy from nightmares.

I howl at ye, wicked moon, for the disruptions we’ve created and the chaos we’ve nurtured, not sure if I drink deep of your lights with good intent. (Is that some spell, uncovered from my unconscious mind?)

28 Sept 2010

 "Jody's at the computer, reading another of Ed's facebook posts..."

I like to do a daily update, 'cause it's relatively painless (well... writer's block). I don't like to go into detail about where I am in RL as I like some alone time, too.

Oh, and then there's all the "app crap", posted more for those who play. If you don't care about it, you can always "ignore posts from this app"..

28 Sept 2016

 Mr. Bean, would you care to rehash your past?

....well..... it could be a convoluted tale, but I might still try....

28 Sept 2016

 Hearing the drum roll as Brubek's "Take Five" album begins, I feel stumped again. Not sure what I want to write about. Having posted Hughes' "Theme for English B" earlier; I am reminded there's a bit of me in what I write, and - some times - a piece of you that I'm trying to appeal to...

just like fumbled, mumbled conversations, without a focus or topic. Ah! Small Talk! "How much of our lives is just idle conversation?" If there's to be no rules, need I try to impose rules to guide my brain, to put up some walls in my not-so-little fort...

Will I let myself be naked? ..vulnerable?

Or do I avoid topics, to prevent getting hurt?

...and what happens when a braver soul than I chooses to go there? Do I take the bait, or offer, instead, awkward silence?

Small talk can be neutral. Or it can swing it's barbed whips at a third party not present. Perhaps this is why celebrity gossip is so prevalent, as it could allow us to talk about our own struggles, through the lens of the public eye.

If I have NO interest or experience, I might give you a blank stare. Then again, if your enthusiasm, disgust, or other emotions are laced through your talk, I might emathize, and embrace your emotions as my own, and - tutor hat comes on - I might milk you for all I can about the topic, as the first steps towards building common knowledge and experience.

Examples?

Sex seems touchy... excuse te pun... Really, if it's even slightly deviant from some mythical gold standard of normal sex, my mind wants to steer away from the topic (especially if I have experience in those deviations) ...there needs to be a level of trust, that I won't be mocked; and, yet, triggers be damned! I might well need to be knocked or admonished, if some harm is part of those twists and turns. Of course, I don't want to get into specifics and details, because I do not trust the Facebook audience yet...

Feeling woefully ignorant abot politics and national news items. Feeling afraid to debate them online, or even in person; because I might show myself to be uninformed. Or, maybe I don't want to invest energy in informing others, in stemming perceived ignorance - because I don't want to hurt someone's feelings.

Gods be damned, though! We may be digging our own graves by passively allowing injustice to propogate, by turning a blind eye because we don't want to face the savagery of our fellows, or ourselves!

Like, letting business have lax regulation, leading to poisoned water supplies and earthquakes in new places and global warming cooking us in our filth....

My laundry alarm has gone off. I must away to get it put away.

(Perhaps more soon...)

27 Sept 2010

 looks like maybe 5 hours of sleep today... guess that's what I get for deciding to play. tonight should be a good nap, though.

27 Sept 2016

 what is important? ..necessary? ..kind?

There's a mountain of mail, I shoul hop in the shower soon, my physical therapy exercises gather dust - neglected.

I'm engaged in email exchanges; although I worry that chemistry will be my downfall, once again. that, or the stinging bite of poverty.

Looking for topics of conversation, when I don't keep up with news, or hobbies, or learning, or reading.

Stripped down to a naked guru, perhaps - is he really at peace in seclusion on the mountaintop? Or just become a wild animal, struggling to survive, stay fed and sheltered?

Crushing weight of a thousand paper cuts, deafened by collectors calling.

current music, if anyone's keeping track: "The Book of Eli" original soundtrack. First song first found on Spotify, then album amd artist recommended by a customer.

Fear grips me, when I speak, that I am no longer well-informed. No book smarts, no street smarts...

I keep hitting snooze when the alarms go off. I do not want to come back through the gates of horn and ivory - apathy here, not sure if that's the correct image Gaiman used for the entrance to Dreamlands but I don't want to fact-check it.

Why check facts when fantasy is so appealing? Why face the tedium of this modern life - so little satisfaction remains? Why wake, when I can wish?

Part of me wants to escape, to follow the call of the peace call, to just say "Fuck it All!!" and get out of the country, quickly. Part of me throws up his hands at the bill collectors and renewals and wishes for a sweet, hand-written letter from ladies I used to correspond with. Part of me grows bitter as the loves grow old, and they carve that pound of flesh from my still beating breast with knives or ice barbed with dead roses' thorns.

ok, maybe a little melodramatic, there.

Now, i chuckle... ah, irish proverb: "Nothing that a long nap, a good laugh, and a full meal can't fix" is probably misquoted but still holds some simple truths. My humor can be dark and twisted or light-hearted, we never know which wolf it may be feeding...

What is important? ..necessary? ..kind?

What am I doing with my life, and what can I be doing instead? Do I start the chase for another career, when time is so short? What am I not doing that needs to be done? How is my maintenance breaking down? How is my growth stunted? How are my true hobbies neglected? What can I do with this mountain of writing that I'm accumulating?

You see, money is easy to budget, if you're willing to sacrifice or struggle. Time, though, is a precious commodity, easily wasted and never regained. How many years have built up, with nothing of value retained?

Eh. time to shower. "All these memories lost, like tear drops in the rain..."

27 Sept 2020

 (cross-posting, in case the group post gets deleted)

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mixed messages??

A little recap (12:30 to 12:50 pm, 26 Sept, Saturday)

- I had an emotional breakdown in the 12@12 Zoom meeting on Saturday... (first, some quiver in my share...)

- staying around free time to try to talk about it..?? (... a full-on cry)

- but then feeling so much attention/pressure that I had to get off the computer entirely, with some time still left in free time (and I cried it out on my bed)

There were no signs of later contact(s) on this Saturday from the other 10 people who were in free time, following the meeting. Not by phone, not by text, not on Facebook, not even in this group (where I've been an active poster!)

I'm like, "WTF?!" Was that exit, that ugly, to not warrant any type of follow-ups?

(Yeah, walking in the park, socially distanced, and chasing ducks sounds pretty cool... - mentioned while I was there )

I lost track of some of the other suggestions, as I began to lose my s*** from the sudden attention; because I've seen so little check-ins - even from all the people I've tried to contact or just reply to, going back to March.

I'm guessing there's 3 people in Austin, and 2 outside of Austin (who all are connected to Austin AA) who have been maintaining any contact(s) with me - outside of meetings and fellowship events. I'm probably lucky to have that many active contacts, right now. Yet, over the last couple of days, they all went silent. That silence cut me to the core. It brought back my personal fear that "no one values me".

We need to be using our phones more during quarantine, because a voice is a lot better than texts, and texts are a whole lot better than the Facebook walls. Also, because many of us aren't taking the risks to get together in person (just a small fear of a painful viral death...). Right now, voice and video calls are what keep most of us connected - not the face-to-face interactions with the few brave/foolish individuals going to live meetings or the random post seen in passing here.

If everyone starts calling everyone else - yeah, sure.... we'll see a lot more time in conversations instead of self-quarantining. Yet, at least, we won't be left alone with our own thoughts, right???

This is me, writing while "The Fellowship of the Ring" soundtrack plays on my headphones... : 26 sept 2016

 From an epic battle, to an elven sanctuary, I wonder what fires I need to put out, and then I'm reminded of that song from "The Hobbit", too... dwarves chanting about long-forgotten gold, in a key I can sing in.

Like Leonard Cohen and possibly Pink Floyd - melody in the bass line?

I watched "The Empire Strikes Back" two days ago, and I got a little teary-eyed in places... like Yoda feeling frustrated that Luke can not get his ship out.

Yes, I have a geek streak. I like sci-fi and fantasy, books and movies and music. I like fantastic places that I doubt I'll ever be able to visit in real life. Super-powers? Not so much...

I've hoped, at times, to be able to call the lightning from the sky to zap an annoyance. I've wanted to be able to teleport, to just "get there" already. Oh, and I guess telekinesis and telepathy would be grand traits, too.

Maybe, I'm not so much against the super-powers, as I am against all the fighting in the comics? I'd rather have complex stories with character development, than "Biff! Bam! Pow!" I also want those grayscales between the black and white painting of good and evil.... because the world is gray, more often than not.

Who's to say that life is a series of challenges and set-backs? Sure, cancer survivors give us hope, and landing a career that uses your college education is a good next step.. Yet, life is so much more than I, protagonist, making an uphill climb through the muck of society and the next achievements I strive for. My experience tells me it's so much more like that tangled knot I've seen than the steady uphill climb. I've definitely been distracted by chasing after frayed strings.

Is this where I chime in again, "I never wanted to be voted 'Most Likely to Succeed'!" The cliche clings to me still, that I have been abyssmally failing at life.... that my spoon supply is disintegrating, never to be replenished in the morning. There's the frustration from the dark recesses of my mind, egging me on, telling me to jump

And I spot that self-pity, and I look at those false expectations, and I sigh. I know that parts of my mind turn my critical eye inward. Some times, I need the stick instead of the carrot, to push me out of ennui.

A month into this new job, and I'm already chomping at the bit to get a new job. It would be wise to imagine the job ideal, kind of like the sex ideal - to ask myself, realistically, what are the minimum job requirements for me to thrive instead of just survive. What's a career I'd feel happy retiring in?

Perhaps this is my ongoing challenge gauntlet... to be useful for society, while growing and profiting at the same time.

Now, a nap, to recharge slightly..

25 Sept 2009

 So, I seem to have a gnawing headache along my temples right now - Does that count as answering the status question, "What's on your mind?"

24 Sept 2019

 Today I saw two films at Fantastic Fest:

“I Lost My Body” (French animation)

And “The Colour Out of Space” (live horror)

Both were crafted exceptionally well, and I recommend them with 3 thumbs up..

24 Sept 2020

 I'm feeling a weird sort of headache. I suspect it's partially from staring at computer screens, all day. also, probably because I've been up since 4 a.m.

i'm signing off, showering, and heading to sleep.

23 Sept 2010

 Bean's Quantum Sock Theory: "The heat of the dryer excites the molecules of a sock, leaving it in the quantum state (locale) of Wyoming. Granted - low probability, but dry your clothes enough times, and it happens."

23 sept 2010

 Weird Synchronicity:

I got into bed at 4 p.m. today for another attempt at sleep, and began thinking of The Gorillaz song lyrics: "I'm just a scary gargoyle on a tower, that you made with plastic power..."

So, then I turn on the radio, already tuned to 101X, and this song began to play immediately...

23 Sept 2016

 Focus: positive thoughts, positive intentions... gratitude... let go of fear.

How would a man of faith act in this (or that) situation?

(enjoying the Danny Elfman radio station on Spotify - current song: Ice Dance from Edward Scissorhands)

I was running late, then we decided to reschedule, now I have an hour to meditate

I think to look at kaleidoscopic art, to revel in the complex patterns they weave. I post to Facebook (queue Batman soundtrack, Danny) I catch a post reminding me that if I go to sleep in gratitude, I wake up refreshed and in gratitude...

now, the ten minute timer is set, because time is valuable?

an excellent reply to yesterday's frustrations streaming - reminding me to give the fear to God, and my career, and everything, really. Not to belittle, not to get frustrated... just focus and move forward. Grateful for all of my friends, and even for the difficult people -

phone call just now from student loan forgiveness programs: "Income-based? Or, you're doing fine!"

- (Danny, queue Lord of the Rings) some times, I think a little on the grandiose and epic side, yep...

what plans for the day? physical therapy is on the horizon, although i wonder if it is being foiled by my forgetfulness. just not making time to stretch, and i feel ok. yes, i don't have excellent freedom of motion... do i cut it off yet? talked with the lawyer this morning. some fear around accepting a settlement and then hidden injuries cropping up after that... also, not too sure what type of settlement is in the works. if it recovers co-pays, that would be fine, I guess.

today is the one day of the week that I devote to 7-Eleven. conflicted about loyalties versus low pay. they've been there when i had no job... i suspect i still need them to shore up the part-time income from the other jobs. i see tutees coming out of the woodwork, and I think, "Can I get tutoring rolling, too?" it's such a satisfying pursuit for my math mind...

alas, the ten minute timer is up. Do I spend an hour in meditation, because I don't think I can spend 20 minutes? Or do I break away from the computer, to make my way to my appointment, to begin my day, to contemplate my walking world while Danny and others play their lovely songs?

Yes. break away, and with the world, engage.

22 Sept 2010

 Gatorade and Walgreen's variety of Benadryl. Sleep was a little easier last night, but still too late in coming.

I just hope this runny nose (strongly suspected as allergies, what with the rain and my past history) doesn't degrade to the point where I have to sit 4+ hours waiting for a doctor at the MAP clinic, or, worse yet, waiting in Brack's emergency room...

22 Sept 2014

 Just want to hide in bed, right this moment.

22 Sept 2017

 ...this feeling that the AA triangle has evaporated in my life...

(partly my fault, yes...)

but - Yay! - I haven't taken a drink in 12 1/2 years!

------ that was one thought, circulating in my mind at the 5:30 meeting -------

I also was, like, "I'm hearing some good stuff from different people's shares... hard to focus, though..."

22 Sept 2019

i'm grateful for the food in my pantry

i'm grateful that my rent is current

i'm grateful that i know people who have said that they can take my phone calls

i'm grateful that i feel emotions, even if they can become over-whelming

...yet i am saddened by "my invisible status"

22 Sept 2019

 Somebody had posted s notice of memorial services for Woody, the red-headed Street guitarist, outside of s meeting. There will be events tomorrow night and Tuesday morning.

Woody Ed a great fellow / we got into many conversations, late at night, at the south Lamar 7-11

22 Sept 2019

 The ways my paranoia twists up my perception(s) are myriad and complex.

Even the act of trying to recognize, in public, that I may see the world through such cracked lenses... that very act could well be fueling peoples' avoidance of me: "He's talking about paranoia, and other paranoids have shown themselves to be somewhat dangerous"

I really would like to believe that the world is NOT as harsh and unforgiving as I've been painting it to be. Yet, I see nothing - so much of a void. The silence and the absence are so much more damning than voices in disagreement.

It's almost like you've signed off on a death sentence. It fuels my ideations ever so more, because I think I have no value in your estimations, or even less than zero.

Yet, even that's twisted up in faulty thinking. It is not my place to demand attention, 24/7. It is not my place to paint broad assessments of absence, when there is still a trickle of comments...

and, as has been said, time and time again, we put into the world what we receive. So, if I continue to remain aloof; and continue to focus on only one channel of communication, then why... why should I expect you to act in a differing manner with me?

(If I provide no clue - or, at best, very vague clues - about my attractions and about my interests, then why should I be disappointed when every clue is overlooked? ...also... i can not expect the cultural scripts to have been flipped, overnight)

Alas, I still pity my isolation; and I still want to blame everyone (including myself) for letting it fester like a bad blister in the summer sun.

I should do the left-hand writing, to break out of the Poetic Prose mode... I should, but I would rather talk than write. I would also rather have company, than be alone.

Instead, I retire, hoping to sleep.

21 Sept 2011

 Greeeaaat.... once again facebook has mucked around with their format. You know, I personally prefer reading the recent news first, and then maybe taking a look at top stories and such.

Of course, I haven't been regularly checking facebook lately, so, maybe my mumbling's meant to be mute.

...and alliteration is an art - about accumulating aggregates of almost annoying entrances and... and... and...

21 Sept 2012

 Some times, I wonder if I should take a Vow of Silence...

Other times, I wonder if I've already taken Vows of Chastity and Poverty.

21 Sept 2013

 Tonight's mind worm:

"I think I'm making myself available to help others, but no one seems to be responding. That's really frustrating. What do I have to do, drag them to the ground like some crazed animal?"

Did I mention yet, how I'm not fond of all of my thoughts?

21 Sept 2013

 Trying to crawl out of my skin.... Could be cabin fever.

I'm craving informal social contact, yet the phone looks like it weighs 800 pounds. I should call somebody, anybody - yet I suspect I might wind up venting. Not sure if anyone wants to listen to **that**...

21 Sept 2016

 Because Siouxsie Langlois asked me to do it... I might tag people at the end, to prod them to do this, too...

1. WHO ARE YOU NAMED AFTER?

Still a little unclear on the nickname Jody, but I was named after Joseph, from the Old Testament. You know, had a multi-colored cloak, sold into slavery, became Pharoah's dream interpreter... check out the musical, if you'd like more detail.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Not entirely sure. I've been frustrated a bit, at times; and angry... but I can't remember my last cry. I suspect it was when I got a bad eye irritant, like road fumes in my face at the bus stop.

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?

I kind of like my hand-printing. My cursive, though, is very sloppy. I also quite enjoy maybe a third of the things I write about.

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?

Pastrami has a nice meat to spice ratio.

5. DO YOU HAVE CHILDREN?

None that I'm aware of...

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?

I'd respect the gentility and humility of me, but probably wonder I never call or write.

7. DO YOU ENJOY DOING LAUNDRY?

Once in a blue moon. Folding laundry definitely has meditative possibilities.

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?

I've forgotten most of my childhood, so I don't know. I think I do, though. My wisdom teeth, on the other hand...

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?

Definitely curious about it. Not sure how my fear of falling would react.

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?

These days, Raisin Bran sprinkled with sugar sounds pretty good - and sliced bananas!

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?

No. But then I have to untie them to put them on...

12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?

Physically, I'm average. However, mentally? Considering some of the trials I've had, I'd think I'm Superman.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?

So many choices. Probably would have nuts and caramel and cookie bits all mixed in to a basic Mexican Vanilla - sort of like an Amy's Ice Cream creation. Maybe add a cherry or two, too.

14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

I try to reserve judgement until I've interacted with them for a while. I probably pay attention to how they treat me, to decide if I want to continue interacting with them in the future.

15. RED OR PINK?

Pshaw!! Blue...

16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF?

At the moment, probably my weight or my body odor. Or, wait... my extreme poverty level.

17. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?

Camouflage knee-length shorts, and black anti-slip shoes.

18. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?

About three hours ago, I went to Buffet Palace and had sushi and fried appetizers.

19. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT Now?

Nothing musically. I can hear the air conditioner blowing, full-steam, and my room mate cleaning the kitchen.

20. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?

Midnight Blue

21. FAVORITE SMELL?

Flowers?

22. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?

Some guy from my credit card company, trying to collect payment

23. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH?

Not a big fan of most sports.

24. HAIR COLOR?

It varies between blonde, auburn, and brown. Depends if I'm braving sunlight.

25. EYE COLOR?

Ice blue.

26. WEAR CONTACTS?

Quite happy with glasses, if I get to pick out the frames.

27. FAVORITE FOOD?

So many choices... I think I'm happiest at an Indian food buffet.

28. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

Animation...

29. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?

I think the "Captain America: Civil War", when it premiered?

30. WHAT COLOR UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING?

Some sort of plaid boxer shorts. Probably either shades of red, or shades of blue.

31. SUMMER OR WINTER?

Winter, but in Texas.

32. HUGS OR KISSES?

Both! Maybe a nice massage, too...

33. Favorite deserts?

I haven't visited any, but I think I'm curious about the Gobi Desert. I think that might have been the one Gaiman wrote about in his "Sandman" comic about Marco Polo meeting Fielder's Green?

34. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING?

I guess it would be "What If?" by the author of the web-comic xcdf(?)... it's been a while since I picked it up, though. Unfortunately, most of my reading these days spawns off of Facebook posts.

35. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?

I don't have a mouse pad. I'm using the dining room table to move my mouse on.

36. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?

No TV, for a while. Usually playing board games or RPG's with friends, for entertainment; or, going online, if I'm by myself. I also play several games on my phone, too.

37. FAVORITE SOUND?

Texas thunderstorms.

38. ROLLING STONES or BEATLES?

Pink Floyd.

39. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE EVER TRAVELED?

Probably Michigan.

40. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?

I have mad abilities in mathematics...

41. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Ann Arbor, MI

Entertain me. Copy, paste. Just for fun...

I'm tagging Donna, James, Stephanie, Jay, Diana, John to see how they may play with this...