I. I learned everything that I needed to know from cats. This explains many of my neuroses, as well as my continuing (and, to those of you who may not be cat-obsessed, mildly irritating) obsession with cats. Housecats, great cats, big cats, small cats, cat lore, Egyptian cats (oh Bastet, how I adore thee), cat mythology, and a thirty-some year collection of cat-related items. (One thing about people who love cats--if you don't know what gift to give them, get them some cat thing...lol) However, this topic has been more completely covered elsewhere.
II. One of the rather cat-like things about me is that I am extremely resistant to change. Despite my fondness for the interweb, it is a bit newfangled for me and I refuse to try this silly BloggerBeta thing (primarily because I don't want to sign up for some new Google thingamajig...okay, that plus I hate anything with "Beta" in the name--it means "new" and "different" and probably "riddled with bugs that will befoul everything I attempt to do and frustrate me no end"). Oh yes, besides being something of a Luddite I am easily frustrated.
III. I started posting regularly to this blog because I rather accidentally had an article published in Knitty last spring about how I'd rather accidentally become a knitter last winter. They asked for my blog/web address to post with the article, and I was very proud of my self because I had a blog address (a blog to which, incidentally, I rarely posted). Lo and behold, a few people actually read my article and visited my Obsidian Kitten blog.
At the time, I honestly didn't know how many people read Knitty. Good thing. If I had, I'm sure I would've never had the cojones to actually submit an article.
IV. My four primary food groups are caffeine, nicotine, sugar, and salt. But I make sure all the animals (cats, llamas, sheep, and chickens) eat very healthy, regular, and well-balanced meals. I even prepare food for the cats.
There seems to be something very wrong with this picture, but I can't quite put my finger on it...
V. I think the "wrong thing" with this picture has something to do with being Bipolar. Being Bipolar makes a lot of the basic life skills (grocery shopping, cooking, eating, sleeping) extremely challenging. I can't quite explain how...but I have been known to burst into tears in a grocery store aisle because I couldn't choose a roll of toilet paper or a box of cereal.
It's as if my on-off switches are broken. I don't know when I'm hungry, or tired. Can't fall asleep, then once asleep, I can't wake up. (In the worst of my depressions, I've slept for periods of 36 hours straight.)
VI. I've been clean and sober since February 3, 1996. I don't know if this is so weird, exactly, but it's one of the things I'm most proud of. And people seem to find it rather odd. "You mean you don't drink--at ALL?"
"Um, no, I kind of exceeded my lifetime capacity already."
I imagine these six things border somewhat on the TMI category (no, that's not Three Mile Island, but Too Much Information), and aren't so funny or weird. I suppose I could've told you that I only know how to do two things with my hair (towel it dry, or tease it into an upright and locked position like I did in the 80s, which I've been forced to do lately since I desperately need a haircut), or that I prefer to buy jeans and shoes at the Salvation Army on half-price day because I get a very odd thrill out of super deep-dish bargains.
Maybe I'll have to try this again when I'm in a slightly funnier mood?