Well, you seem to have a penchant for sitting in front of the computer, cackling at random intervals and subjecting various family members to snarky feminist quotes culled from various websites with titles like "Third Wave" and "Bitch: The Reckoning"
12.) Do you remember one of the first things I said to you?
More of a burble, actually. Right before you upchucked on me. Oh, the first ARTICULATE thing you said. I believe that it was "Mine!" and then you bit me.
You did that a lot, you know? (rubs forearm)
13.) What's my favorite type of music?
Well, Tori Amos. And you had a thing for the Red Hot Chili Peppers for a time. Do incomprehensible lyrics attract you in some way? This phenomenon must be studied . . .
14.) Am I a rebel or do I follow all the rules?
You made me get rid of my napalm! (sulks)
15.) Would you consider me a friend?
Oh yes. In fact, you may be given a small fiefdom-California and a bit of Nevada-once my plans are underway.
16.) Would you call me preppy, slutty, a homie, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else?
You play Academic Derby. Essence of distilled Geekdom courses through your veins like caffeine does in lesser mortals. You. ARE. The Geek.
17.) If there were one good nickname for me what would it be?
I always thought that Pooky: Goddess of the Undead was fairly apropos. You are very, very pale.
18.) Are my parents still together?
No, the operation was a success.
19.) What do you hate about me?
Um . . . the fact that you can go from "All Clear" to "Duck and Cover" between adjectives?
20.) Who do you think is my perfect match?
A genetically engineered superman, capable of stopping bullet trains with his teeth while composing Sonatas in D minor. No one else will serve, so ignore everyone else. Ignore them, dammit!