Testing, Testing...

...is this thing on?

So, yeah, on a whim (and, um, "whim" is a terrible euphemism for "feeling the same sort of lonely I used to feel when I contributed to this blog more frequently") I typed in this URL and started getting nostalgic.

I got about three sentences into my last post, and I noticed something.

I used the phrase "brass tax."

I fail.

The proper phrase is "brass tacks."

The origin of "Getting down to brass tacks" is a little fuzzy, or so the idiom-gods at wikipedia say, but regardless, the phrase is NOT "brass tax."

Yes. I'm a spaz.


And oh yeah, I'm 30 now, and while I didn't think guys had biological clocks; I'm starting to get the feeling that I should start looking for someone to spend the rest of my life with.

Um... I'm 6'2", not horribly ugly, smart, talented, funny, sensitive, creative, a good cook, a hopeless romantic, a pop- and geek-culture reference fun-factory, and I REALLY want to make someone very very happy for the rest of her (and my) life.

Interest in, or tolerance of, World of Warcraft a big plus. :)