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Riding (and owning) a ceramic-cylinder flywheel hybrid gas-electric military-grade motorcycle... and tight leather pants... and being hung like a bull. Rawr. But that is neither here, nor there.
Tom Waits' niece (he has one?) working at a fusion pan-asian takeaway restaurant called "Happy Happy Panda Express", and she sounds like a young female version of him, even though she was rather petite and apparently 5' nothin' without her kinky ruby platform boots.
Watching 's computer go 'splode à la Serial Experiments: LAIN with Rohein and Magical Valkyrie Schizzy and Cyber-Areitu and Cyber-Surfingotter ('cos they were all cyborgy) because of the paramilitary government that was holding America hostage until all the "fags and kikes and lesboes and niggers and white trash and beaners and morons (meaning Mormons) and Christ-killers (meaning Catholics) and..." on and on. They hated just about everyone. Ugh. (Just for the record, 1) I've never met Rohein, nor know what his face really looks like, but I knew it was he. Go figure. and 2) I really really -really- hated those guys, and it's all right to hate them, because they hate everyone else. Bleh.)
Running away from these weird rust-ochre-and-grey-furred ninja-bordercollie-anthros destroying Vixerz's house, trying to find the microchip implanted in Rose's personification of her inner child's pink plushie shoggoth. (So, yeah, trying to fit me, Vix, Rose, and Rose's... outer child(?)... into Vix's itty-bitty car. Aiya.
Not to mention The 'Evil' Queen Erica and her flying bat-winged pet wolf 'Ollieander' who lived on an interdimensional birchwood tugboat, whose coal-shoveler was a big sezzy minotaur in nothing but a well-worn plaid hawai'ian shirt who was obviously my moo. The ship would build up steam, and then walk onto land à la Howl's Moving Castle, and tear open a hole into space and time and 'evil' Erica would give a very theatrical "Mua-ha-ha-ha!" and we'd dive into the slipstream. I spent most of my time sesking the moo while wearing my very sesky leathers, or phishing stuff out of the slip stream (lost items) which all came in handy after all.
It all came together in a climactic battle, but I don't really remember that part. The good guys (us) won, and the baddies didn't, and all was right with the world. C'est la vie.
Feesh.
I didn't sleep well. Lots of dreams, but no rest.
You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.
Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.
You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.
You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.
How Boyish or Girlish Are You?