Good grief!

Tagged yet again, this time by This is the one where you come up with eight random facts about yourself. Why don't they ever have you come up with eight random lies about yourself? It'd be more revealing, and a lot more fun. So anyway, after pinning a number of facts about myself to the wall and throwing darts at them, here are the results:

1) I am left-handed. In Latin, this makes me sinister. I rather like that.

2) In my high-school days, back when dinosaurs and Ronald Reagan ruled the earth, and no one knew about the Internet except Al Gore, I was in a band called The Deviants. Strange synchronicity, no? Actually, we weren't so much a band as we were a drinking society, cleverly disguised as a band. We had one gig - the after-the-prom party at our high school. We played thirteen songs (six of them written by yours truly), then broke up onstage, which earned us a standing ovation from the audience. It was the highlight of my musical career.

3) I am a regular church-goer, whose best friends tend to be pagans of one variety or another. This offers some proof that opposites can attract, or that I am insane. I'm not sure which. . .or witch.

4) Although most cats hate water, mine regularly goes out in the rain for hours on end. My theory is that somehow, he's managed to see Breakfast At Tiffany's and is waiting for Audrey Hepburn to come along and adopt him. Smart kitty.

5) I'm working on a new theory of the Kennedy assassination: it was suicide. My book on the subject will include photos of the samurai sword the president used and Jackie O's bloodstained geisha kimono, as well as an interview with the man who acted as JFK's second, beheading him from the grassy knoll.

6) I was diagnosed as an ovarian cyst, when my mother became pregnant with me. The OB-GYN wanted to cut me out, but he missed. Recently, however, my own doctor confirmed the original diagnosis. . .Turns out I am a cyst, just a very highly evolved one. I'm not sure how to feel about that.

7) Despite what you may have inferred from some of my so-called artwork, it has been many years since I've ingested large quantities of illegal narcotics. Apart from the standard over-the-counter remedies for life (caffiene, nicotine, alcohol), I now take only two drugs, both by doctor's order. One helps to lower the high blood pressure I get from seeing how much it costs. The other reduces my cholesterol level by leaving me very little money for food.

8) As teenagers, my dearest friend and I used to drive erratically down the backroads late at night, blasting "The Time Warp" on the tape deck of his dad's car. We did this because we were teenagers, and felt it behoved us to do silly things like this in order to look back on it fondly when we were older. Now we are older, of course, looking back fondly on the silly things we did as teenagers, so the plot worked perfectly. As we approach the age of mid-life crisis, I'm thinking we ought to do it again. All we need is a well-programmed iPod, a couple of underage girlfriends, and a large quantity of cheap and truly awful beer. After all, it's just a jump to the left.


Well, there you have it - everything you never wanted to know about Ado but knew better than to ask. No tags, as always. Do it if you want, provided it's legal in your home state or country.

Oh, and P.S.: To any passing dA Admin: Har-de-har, har, har. OMFG, you guys are sooooo funny. Here's a little tip, guys: Why don't you leave the jokes to the professionals, and stick to chasing down trolls, pornographers, bugs, and teenagers who draw on themselves with Magic Markers, pretend the drawings are tatoos, then photograph themselves like that and submit it under Traditional Art. Or go write some more Hot Topics, guaranteed to interest the same segment of the public that sends away for sets of designer jelly-jars.