goo goo ga joob
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I’m a blonde/blue female, mid fifties, divorced with one grown son. At home it’s just me and the pooch. I love my job, but am leaning more & more to being a homebody. Not sure how I feel about that.
being a homebody is great! Especially if you dont go anywhere! 
His height is 6 feet 8 inches. DrFidelius is a large man, but so well proportioned that his large size is not apparent until he is standing next to another person or some other object with which his size can be compared.
DrFidelius became known as the Man of Bronze because of his skin color. A golden bronze. His hair is a shade darker. His eyes are brown, flecked with gold and posses a strong hypnotic quality. His eyes never seem to rest on any particular spot for very long. Many people find it very difficult to stare into these eyes.
DrFidelius is extremely strong, apparently possessing the strength of many men. His physical skills range from that of a trained gymnast to a Master of the martial Arts. His senses are developed far beyond those of the average person. He keeps himself in top physical and mental condition by engaging in a two hour routine of highly developed exercises every day. Which he does in the nude.
DrFidelius is a genius. As a small child, Stephen Fidelius, Jr. was brought up by scientists, placed there by his father, so that he would have the best training possible. He was trained by experts in every discipline. He is an expert in many fields such as chemistry, physics, engineering, geology, archeology, astronomy, law, and many more. He is a surgeon, the best the world has ever seen. DrFidelius has a photographic memory as well as advanced observation and deduction capabilities that are in excess of those of Sherlock Holmes.
DrFidelius attempts to remain as emotionless as possible. However, in times of mental stress or excitement he may emit a trilling sound. This sound is very difficult to describe and seems to come from every direction so that it is very difficult to locate its source. Doc is not aware that he is making this sound.
DrFidelius has dedicated his life to stopping criminals and to helping those people that are unable to help themselves
I’m 40 and female and have no kids. I do have a lifelong partner, though, he is the bestest. I like sci fi and supernatural horror and I am learning to play the guitar. I love to read but find non-fic more entertaining now because it’s easier to pick up and put down. I still play a ton of video games but also sew, make jewelry, knit badly, and bike and hike and kayak.
I love life!
I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin’ on the porch with my family, singin’ and dancin’ down in Mississippi…
For a brief moment there I wondered what ‘mid titties’ were.
mmm
Today I am wearing new socks.
Had a tee-shirt made for myself in the late '70s. On a whim - “Coo coo ka kew” Apparently, I’m a walrus with poor hearing.
Male, 67. I teach Taekwondo for a living. I love playing guitar and bowling.
Ah, you haven’t seen Total Recall, then.
Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
My brain hurts.
(sorry – I just left the Monty Python thread)
Married male, 37. Work about 28 hours a week as a website programmer. Currently on the “Belly Fat Cure” but have eaten too much sugar today due to getting chocolate for easter.
My father invented silly putty. My mother was a typist. I am a professional joy bearer. The world is my oyster.
I am a 33 year old female who spends part of the week writing grants for a nonprofit DV shelter, and the other part of the week writing fiction. I love both of my jobs. I’m currently revising my first novel (non-magical romantic fantasy, I guess.) I have been married for almost ten years to a clinical psychologist (well, he only recently became that, he was until recently a clinical psychology student.) Frankly my life is pretty easy and good right now, I feel like the luckiest person in the world for being able to work on my fiction. It is my life’s greatest passion, something I can easily do for 12-16 hours a day without getting sick of it.
We don’t have kids yet but we’re trying to save money for adoption, it will probably run us around $30,000. I’ll admit that part is frustrating because we keep getting random medical bills that put us further behind in our savings (first it was gall bladder surgery in October, Monday I had two grand mal seizures and apparently I’m epileptic now… WTF? There goes another ambulance + 2 hospital stays. So it goes.)
“Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya; you killed my father, prepare to die.”
I got a creepy stalkery feeling and I don’t think it’s because I just watched a CSi type episode featuring the Internet and a Stalker.
But it could be.
I am a short, chunky older man with rapidly thinning grey hair and dark brown eyes.
I can bore anyone to death with excruciating details about commercial fire alarms
Je suis,* fifi*.
Or at least that’s what my guy calls me sometimes. I cannot get myself to capitalize it. It’s just too silly…in an endearing way.
I’m way more complicated than the contents of a paragraph, yet I’m simple and familiar.