Mood:  Mind-humping madness (want in on the action? click BDI's fabulous piggie mascot)

First, a warm up. in celebration of the 1812 birthday of Edward Lear, the man who popularized the limerick, reveal seven things about yourself using the letters N-A-U-G-H-T-Y. One word a hundred words, it doesn't matter - just hump it, baby!

N – Need coffee. I swore to myself that I was never going to become a coffee-drinking fiend.  It was one of those inexplicable matters of principal.  However, to get throghthe complete and utter boringness of my past few work days, I’ve been sucking down cappaccinos at three in the morning.  I now crave the coffee.  I must have the coffee.  Coffee!  Now!

A– angela@alec-velyan.com.  My new email address.  Drop me a line sometime.  For those who still have the yahoo and hotmail addys, they still work, I just wanted to be able to say I own an email address through my own domain.

U – Unable to commit to just one project.  My writing is suffering greatly as a result.  I bounce back and forth between projects with reckless abandon and never get anything accomplished.  I have too many ideas in my head demanding my attention and, while I have time to put their beginnings on paper. I seldom get to the ends or middles.

G –Going to Las Vegas in September and to South Carolina sometime in June to meet a few fellow Blogdrivers.  It’s the first leg of my “Blog Across America” tour.  I’m planning to Blog across Europe sometimes next fall.

H –Heights.  I love them.  Airplanes, tall buildings with observatories, I love looking down at the rest of the world from on high.  It brings me a feeling of peace and serenity.

T – The Practice.  I’ve been completely and utterly addicted to this year’s final season, which has seen the blessed firing of Dylan McDermott and the hiring of the remarkable James Spader

Y – Yearing to go back to school and get my masters, but completely unable to decide on a specific course of study.  I blame a combination of laziness and complete and utter inability to commit.

There's nothing worse than an idle hump. Now that we're warmed up, let's get humping, shall we?

01.You are a character from a children fairy tale or nursery rhyme. Who are you and why?

Little Miss Muffet, with a twist:  I’d have beaten the hell out of that spider.

02. You are a magic potion. What is your main ingredient(s) and what are you used for?

I would be a potion of haphazardly thrown together eye of newt and cold cappuccino, among other items that would probably include printer ink, crushed bits of my laptop, chocolate and that proverbial lightning in a bottle.  My uses?  Well now, why spoil a trade secret?

03. Tell us your favorite joke. It can be naughty but clean up the language, puhleeze.

I know cheesy jokes, not cool ones.  So, here’s a cheesy one:  What do you call it when a cow jumps over a barbed-wire fence?

Udder destruction.

04. Imagine you're in the Old West. What town character would you be and what would your colorful nickname be? Example: School Marm - Old Widow Maples

Are you kidding me?  I’d be a gunfighter, a la Waytt Earp.  I have had a long-running crush on the sophisticated Wild West Gunfighter (Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday as opposed to Jesse James or Billy the Kid) since I was about five years old. 

05. You are a mythological diety/god. What are you the god of? What offering(s) would worshippers lay at your feet? If one displeased you how would you smite them?

I am Grammatica, Goddess of Grammar (thanks to Lorianne for the pic).  Armed with my Pencil of Wisdom and Dictionary of Knowledge, I use with and linguistic superiority scathingly criticize purveyors of Netspeak, incorrectly written slogans (Your the winner of a new car!), and all other barbarians who attempt to slaughter my beloved English language.  My followers worship me with offerings of flowing prose and poetry, and are never far from the Thesaurus of Creativity that is bestowed upon them when they worship at my temples.