Questions are free. Answers always have a price.

Yesterday, I decided to try playing a game with rougewench. She's asked me some questions, which I'll endeavor to answer here. Also included are the rules with an excellent addendum from herself. And now, I suppose I should "friend" her, so she can actually comment on the answers if she likes. ::waves hello::

Back around again, like all LJ memes that crop up like clockwork, is The Interview Meme (sometimes inexplicably called the Shower Meme)...the rules go like this:

1. Leave me a comment saying "Interview me!"
2. I will respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature, or not so creepy personal.
3. If you choose, you can update your journal with the answers to the questions.
4. Be a sport and include this explanation with an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, be a nosey fart and ask them 5 questions.

Now here's the thing, as busy as I am at the moment, I cannot promise that I'll get you 5 questions instantly if you ask me. Also, if I've "interviewed" you before (one of the last times this bastard went around), please do me the kindness of not asking for another go around this particular time around...

( as always, using more words than necessary )

slave to the rhythm

Oh, baby. Between Pandora and gmskarka, I've been able to wiggle my ass quite satisfactorily through the day -- productivity and mood are high, despite plage in the house and a yen for so very much sleep. :)

Right now, I've got Christina Aguilera's Ain't No Other Man on repeat. This is booty-licious stuff, I tell you. Makes me wish I were wearing something other than Keds to support the proper swagger between the printer and my desk. I'm makin' it work, uh-huh. It's a good thing there aren't any gloves around. Zowie, do I ever want to go dancing.

You got soul, you got class.
You got style, you bad ass
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::insert throaty laugh and toss of hair here::