Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a realization that I should probably introduce you to the other people who may be appearing in this literary venture.
Those who do not already have what I like to call inter-egos (internet egos), I have given pseudonyms for their protection (and more likely, mine, since many of them might hit me repeatedly if they discovered I was talking about them on the interweb).
I will be updating this section as I go along and encounter more people to write about. For now, let's start with the basics.
Family Members:
- Amma -- my mother. 63. Single parent and mother of three very interesting and very different (adult) children. Retires in 18 months.
- The Lone Ranger -- my brother. 42. Insanely smart. Currently unemployed. Also known as Twice and The Very Rare Furry Duck.
- Nenny -- my sister. 38. Witty. Eloquent. Smartass. Currently unemployed. Mother of Warrior and Sillyness.
- The Hunter -- my brother-in-law. 45. Mason. Outdoorsman. Father of Warrior and Sillyness.
- Warrior -- my nephew. 6. First-grader.
- Sillyness -- my niece. 4. Cuter than you.
Friends:
- Stripes -- my best friend. 22. World traveler. Works with robots. Lives in Southern California. Infinitely cooler than I am. Also known as Tiger.
- Bear -- 21. Boyfriend of Stripes. Poet. Lover of awkward.
- Scavenger -- my adopted twin brother. 22. Lives in New York. Chef. Model. Climber. Ex-boyfriend of Stripes. Current boyfriend of Ocelot. Also known as Coyote.
- Ocelot -- 23. Lives in New York, but travels for work constantly (current location: on tour with Seasame St.). Actress. Girlfiend of Scavenger.
- Badger -- 23. One of my former roommates. Current roommate of Stripes and Bear. Choir Director. Camp Counselor. Boyfriend of KoCS.
- KoCS (Kitten on Cute Steroids) -- 21. Goes to school in Southern California, but her parents live in the Bay Area. Actress. Adorable beyond belief. Girlfriend of Badger.
- Combat Wombat -- 32. Writer. Smart-ass. Territorial homebody. Always a good conversation and a better friend than I deserve. A complicated history here than defies explanation.
- The Boy Next Door -- 23. Friend from high school. Nursing student. Former Air Force. Giant pain in my ass, but sometimes a good friend. Potential assistant for upcoming shows.
- Tawn Tawn -- 23. Friend from middle school. Computer Science student. Computer Musician. Lived up the street from me for 11 years, now lives in Sacramento. Fiancé of Chuckles. So much awkward/amazing history here.
- Chuckles -- 24. Guamanian. Interior decorator for large venues (think hotel banquet). Possibly moving to Las Vegas. Or Guam. Or Walnut Creek. Fiancé of Tawn Tawn.
- Belayer -- 27. Climbing friend. "Does math things". Fantastically good climber, without being smug about it at all. Always makes me smile. Is apparently disappointed that he has a girlfriend.
- Challenger -- 27. Boyfriend. Met at the climbing gym. Biochemist. Fantastically good at just about everything and is only slightly smug about it. Friends with Belayer. Gives me butterflies all the time.
- The Director -- A good friend and a great boss. Have worked with him on three shows, with three more upcoming. A true inspiration to be around, both artistically and personally.
- Trycor -- Former WoW player. Now facebook friend.
- Lady Jess -- WoW friend. Blogger of some renown. Member of the original snugglepile.
- Algie -- WoW friend. Doomchicken of Doom. Sculptress. Lover of bewts.
- The Cookie Fairy -- 30. Friend from former Office. Answerer of many questions. Baker of magical foods. No idea why she puts up with me. I have drunkenly suggested she date The Lone Ranger.
- And -- 30. Attorney from former Office. Always busy. Never single. Constantly trying to set me up with someone. May someday be a roommate, for now, a friend.
...I'm beginning to think I know too many people. I will add more to this list later.
Edit: Also, since when do bullet points mean flowers? I'm going to try to figure out how to fix that.
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