Memeinfection.

[issaferret]

Name: Tristan Keith Smith, but if ya ever call me by my full name, I'll scold you.

Birthday: 7/18/79

Birthplace: Santa Cruz, CA

Location: Seaside, CA

Hair Color: Sorta the color of wet sand. 's a kinda brown w/ blond in.

Eye Color: Blue. What? I don't spend time looking at them.

Height: 6' 3". I useta call it 6' 3.5", very proud of that extra half inch for some reason, until I realized all it got me was more opportunities to run into shit like shrubberies trimmed by short people and doorframes built for dwarves.

Right Handed or Left Handed: Right

Your Heritage: Scottish, some germanic, and further I have not looked. Clan Keith, I've learned, was assigned responsibility for the King's horses. I've never personally been terribly interested in horses, probably due to lack of exposure; I went to a ranch _once_, and otherwise haven't pursued a relationship.

The Shoes You Wore Today: Well-trod brown Red Wing boots. The tongue on the right boot slides off to the right permanently, but they're otherwise very comfortable.

Your Weakness: Only one? Attention span. I'm so not focussed.

Your Fears: Finding myself somehow in a situation where my otherwise charmed life simply falls apart around me. Less fundamentally, heights give me the willies. Mostly cuz I don't do much that requires hanging from scaffolding.

Your Perfect Pizza: I think Nucci's Classic with chicken's still pretty much tops in my book - Pesto, chicken, feta, sun dried tomatoes. Good stuff.

Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: I want my damn car.

Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: *chuckle*. I don't do full belly laughs very often, but I do chuckle a lot while 'netting. So, instead of LOL, I *chuckle* a lot.

Thoughts First Waking Up: I don't have them. My body hits the snooze button a few times before I think things like 'Bus leaves in 10 minutes. I'd better get up.'

Your Best Physical Feature: I _like_ my slightly cockeyed smile. It's very... 'me'.

Your Bedtime: Somewhere between 11 and 2. Whenever sleep becomes plausible.

Your Most Missed Memory: Grandpa.

McDonalds or Burger King: BK. Not only is it the only thing near my work, the food's large enough for me.

Single or Group Dates: Single. Not that I date in the 'going out with random people I've met hoping I hit it off with them' sense.

Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton. That Nestea crap tastes awful.

Chocolate or Vanilla: CHOCOLATE.

Cappuccino or Coffee: Mocha, actually. see above answer.

Do you Smoke: No, and probably never will. Seeing my Dad never able to quit pretty much put me off.

Do you Swear: Far too much. 'Fuck' is damn near my favorite word. It's a terrible habit.

Do you Sing: Haven't ever retrained my voice since puberty, so whenever I try to sing I end up in the soprano range and it doesn't work, since I can't sing soprano.

Do you Shower Daily: More like every other day, recently. Ech.

Have you Been in Love: Oh, yes, yes I have. 'S a wonderful feeling.

Do you want to go to College: Been there, done that... yes. Someday I want to go back, get some pointless fluffy masters degree and a teaching credential.

Do you believe in yourself: I can't say 100%, but I think I'm a pretty awesome guy most of the time.

Do you get Motion Sickness: Damnit. I didn't, until one year when I went from Moss Landing to San Francisco in an ugly storm and was told 'stay below decks, it's better for you'. I was soooo sick, and after that, I get motion sick sometimes.

Do you think you are Attractive: I need to get fit, but other than having no tone and a little bit of paunch that noone can see but me, yeah, I like the way I look.

Are you a Health Freak: Anything but. I eat whatever I can, my only exercise is the daily walk to work, and I poison myself with booze regularly.

Do you get along with your Parents: I love my parents. I don't talk with Dad much, but Mom and I are in touch regularly.

Do you like Thunderstorms: Adore them. They're rare around here, but lightning and thunder give me a thrill. One time, we were camping in Half Moon Bay, and there was a thunderstorm a couple miles off the coast. I watched the lightning and felt the thunder for what seemed like hours. Electricity is fascinating.

Do you play an Instrument: *sigh* nope, probably never will. I love _listening_ to music, at least.

In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: yeeup. *looks at glass of bourbon* yeah.

In the past month have you Smoked: No.

In the past month have you been on Drugs: Nyquil, a few days ago, but that's it.

In the past month have you gone on a Date: Me and days have a casual relationship. I'll say yes, barely, or no, barely, and be right, barely.

In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yeah, sorta - I'd consider downtown SLO a Mall. (Remember, I'm used to things like Santa Cruz' Pacific Garden Mall - which is just Pacific Street.)

In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: Neeope. No Oreos for me.

In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Answer's roughly similar to the date question. ... barely.

In the past month have you been on Stage: nope, I haven't been on stage since high school, and that was a three-line part.

In the past month have you been Dumped: Nope.

In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: Nope, only pool nearby is for the whole complex, and they frown on nudity. I hope. I've seen the retirees in this community, and I don't want to see no more of them. ((any double negative commentary gets a bat to the kneecaps.))

In the past month have you Stolen Anything: I have to think about that one - other than the minor misappropriations of office supplies, no.

Ever been Drunk: Yup. With all the alcoholism in my family, it's little surprise I find it pleasant.

Ever been called a Tease: Yes, though rarely, and never seriously.

Ever been Beaten up: Not technically. I've little pride in matters of the sort, so I fight dirty. I once got out of being threatened by a short Mexican kid (and his _big_ Irish friend) by getting the skin on Big Irish Guy's arm between my fingernails and _pinching_. He dropped me, I went to the principal... and got lunch detention with both of them for a week. I so, so, so hate incompetent justice.

Ever Shoplifted: Yup. Got caught, too. Never went on my record, and scared me straight and how. Funny thing is, a) I didn't get caught when _actually_ stealing, it was some lady who thought I was stealing when I was putting something _back on the shelves_, and b) It wasn't till I started feeling guilty about the whole thing that I got caught. The Bright Orange Canoe principle at work.

How do you want to Die: Of old age, with all my faculties, with my family around me.

What do you want to be when you Grow Up: I'm already doing it, by the Gods. Systems administration caters to my attention span and provides a neverending stream of problems to solve that are about my level.

What country would you most like to Visit: I'd like to go back to France again, and see what I think about it now that I'm on my own, rather than shepherded by my grandparents.

Number of Drugs I have taken: Illegal ones? none, that I know of. Any opportunity I may have had was spoiled by caution, and now I'm working for the government, and liking it. Drugs would fuck that up and how.

Number of CDs I own: According to ITunes, I have 523 albums. CDs? Eh. Lots.

Number of Piercings: None, no plans in that direction.

Number of Tattoos: Never seen anything that I like enoough.

Favorite authors: David Brin, Terry Pratchett, David Eddings, Spider Robinson, Robin Hobb, Mercedes Lackey, Octavia Butler.

Most overused saying: I'd have to think on this one a lot longer than is worth the time - like most things in my repertoire, I change out my sayings a lot, specifically when I realize I'm overusing them.

Do you believe in Ghosts: I've no specific disbelief - never seen any, nor had anyone I trust have an experience with them, so no solid belief.

Morning or Night: Night. Morning's only good for getting my first cup of coffee.

Number of things in my Past I Regret: I wouldn't count them if you paid me. I regret a lot of things, but I don't spend a preponderance of my time trying to reconcile the past; rather, I spend my introspection working towards doing things better in the future.