As promised: six weird things.
1) One odd trait – ah, ah, ahh! Like The Count, I take great pleasure in, well, counting. Counting anything, really: rows in a field, tortellini in my soup, rivers crossed while driving on the highway. I notice patterns more often this way, and I use those numbers in designs. I still lose count when casting on, though. Such is life.
2) What's in a name? Plenty, if you're me. I have the longest name of anyone I know. Again with the counting: thirty-three letters! Ten syllables! My initials (all five of them) are palindromic! Unlike most kids, I only heard my full name when my parents were especially pleased with me.
3) Generally, I do my best thinking about one thousand miles into a road trip, solo.
4) Dictionaries rock my world. So do encyclopaedias. Three dictionaries have pride of place on my bookshelf: the 1978 rainbow cover edition of Webster’s Unabridged; The Dictionary of American Authors, and a matched leather-bound set of Roget’s Thesaurus and Dictionary.
5) Related to this love of lexicons? I'm very peculiar about how I spell certain words, because of the aesthetics. I like the "u" in "colour" and "flavour", but I'll keep the "z" in "memorize". Gray is a warm colour, like the ashes in a fire. Grey is cool - the pale moon and the sea. The list is long and varied, and apparently I'm in good company.
6) I'll take juice over alcohol any day of the week. I have the sophisticated drink palate of your average five-year-old.