Intro Post Thing

I've received a lot of new watchers this week, so this seems like a good idea. I had my interview thing up yesterday, but that's sort of a bit too focused.


First off, I'm not a guy, and my name is not X. I just like messing with people, I guess. I don't know. You can call me X if you want though. Most people call me Zed (yeah, I've pretty much swapped one letter for another, I've just realised. Smooth), though. Or Mae. I'm also quite a bit younger than people tend to realise -- I'll only be 25 here in a few months.

I'm the middle of five kids. I've got two younger brothers, an older brother, and an older sister. The youngest brother, Luke, should still be in high school, but he's fucking lame and dropped last year (he's my brother, and I love him, but I'm not very happy with him right now). My other brother, Terry, just turned 21 this year, and he's the one with whom I have the closest relationship. It seems like every time I talk to him, he has a new girlfriend. There's a joke there, but I can never quite find it.

I'm not terribly close with my older brother, or my sister. Technically, they're actually step-siblings. And this is where things really get fun. Terry and I have the same mother and the same father. Neither of us actually know our father, though. He fucked off just after Terry was born. Luke and I have the same mother, but his father is the man whom I call my Dad. He's a half-brother, but since his father has been around since I was about four years old, he gets the "Dad" title. Even after he and my mum separated when I was in Jr High, he's always been there. Tina and Billy are from a previous relation of my Dad's. They're step-siblings, but they were around up until I was about 10, and then they went off to their mum's. For a while, there were five kids, plus mum and dad in a two bedroom house.

That's why we were raised free-range, pretty much. The house would have exploded if we were allowed to stay inside. As a result, I probably haven't seen any of the shows or cartoons that people my age watched as kids. Unless the weather was really bad, we weren't allowed inside until dark.

When I was 12, I broke my back. The TL;DR of it is public pools suck, and now I can't swim (admittedly, part of this is just because I'm too fucking scared to go back in the water). I was lucky enough that I didn't wind up wheelchair-bound, but mobility is an issue for me. Once I was able to really start being active again, I took up ice skating. One night, a pissed off ex-hockey-player went into the public rink and started body-slamming people. He shattered my kneecap. That sucked.

When I was about 19, and in college the first time, I was doing a bit of student teaching at the local high school. This was in an area of Portland that isn't really Portland, but close enough to count. Not actually being IN Portland meant that the weather always sucked though, because it was actually in the Gorge. As I was on my way to lunch one day, my bike hit a patch of ice, and then hit a truck, totally messing up my hip and shoulder. About a year after that, I dropped out of school and pretended to be Jack Kerouac for a while. That was fun.

I don't really watch a whole lot of TV. In college, I had a horrible addiction to television, and would even sometimes plan events around NBC's primetime line-up. It was really bad. These days, I watch by appointment only. Basically, I don't hardly watch anything any more. I've got a few shows on DVD that I'll watch on occasion, but lately I've found that TV just doesn't hold my attention for very long any more. Instead, I listen to music. Any music. Any genre. Even rap. Even country. You'll probably find an occasional album review being posted. I tend to go through cycles of what I listen to. Right now, I'm on a huge Residents kick, as I'm sure some of you have noticed. I've been into them for a while, but a couple of weeks ago, that drawl crept into my head and won't go away. For a few months over the winter, I listened to nothing but Ballboy. After that, it was monks' chanting, and then Dave Matthews.


I'm a bit of a hippie, but I sort of do it wrong, since I'm also teetotal. I've tried getting drunk a few times, and really don't like it. I rather prefer to be able to at least try to keep up with my thoughts.
I have anxiety issues and Asperger's syndrome. I generally want to punch in the face anyone who ever tries to use either of those as an excuse for being a dick.
I fancy myself a bit of a writer. See my dA account if you're interested in that sort of thing.
I have a huge collection of magic props, memorabilia, and books. I also hate the linking rings. They're stupid and overdone.
I dabble in art and photography as well. I don't think I'm particularly good at either, but I know enough about both to be able to fake it.
I can't be barefoot. I hate it. I even have a pair of shoes which I wear in the shower.
I don't drive, and have no intention of getting a license.


I'm around, on a few places, if ever anyone wants to get in touch with me.

Twitter: http://twitter.com/mr_x_indeed
deviantART: http://mae-jay.deviantart.com/

I've got various IM handles, too. Send me a note or something if you want them.

Pastafarianism

People don't... they don't actually subscribe to this, do they? The impression I always got from it was to point out the absurdity of Scientology some of these "fringe" religions; in the same spirit of the Invisible Pink Unicorn and Russell's Teapot.

I ask, because I've just come across someone claiming to follow this religion, and they seemed to be sincere about it. Granted, she's only still in high school, and maybe she missed the point? I'm just a little baffled right now, and had no idea that people actually took it seriously in a totally un-ironic way.


ETA: Maybe I'm just really sleep deprived, but Joey and Mr Blue in my icons both look absolutely shocked at this post. It's cracking me up.

I need to get some sleep, I think.

Well, that's Annoying

Recently, our building changed owners. This actually happened last month.That's not the annoying part.

I've not been sleeping well lately. At all. I went to bed around five-ish this morning, and rather than crashing out here on the sofa like I've been, I went back to the bedroom. And totally way overslept. I got up just after 5pm. Whoops.

I think I have stuff waiting for me in the office. But the office closed at 4pm today. It used to be open until 6pm I think on Saturdays. And I can't go down tomorrow, because it's closed on Sundays, now. So, now I have to wait until Monday. Blah.