- I don’t own any action figures.
- I don’t own anything owl-related.
- I don’t know how to knit nor do I want to learn.
- I still use two spaces after periods.
- Do I have to watch the video? Can’t I just read an article?
- I haven’t touched a video game since I was ten.
- No. I don’t want to see your penis.
- I don’t own any Legos.
- Star Wars. I’m over it.
- I only dress up in costumes on Halloween.
- No. I’m not showing you my boobs.
- When I see RPG I think “rocket-propelled grenade.”
- I don’t know how to use PhotoShop.
- Why is Batman every-f*cking-where?
- Yes, it’s a Stormtrooper. Yay.
- There are movie-type trailers for video games?
- Bacon is awesome. I get it.
- Seriously, what’s with all the boobs?
- Have people forgotten how to be entertaining without the use of pictures or cartoons?
- I don’t think I have ever even touched a comic book.
- Must every pop culture reference be spliced with every other pop culture reference?
- No. I don’t want to see a Vulcan Steampunk Female C-3PO riding a Unicorn to Mordor.
How I know that I probably belong on the internet more than I’d like to admit:
- I have a blog.
- I superimpose text over old pictures for a laugh.
- I post said pictures on yet another blog.
- Going more than an hour without checking twitter makes me anxious.
- Seeing anything Firefly related makes me squee.
- I use words like “squee.”
- Getting sucked into a Wikipedia wormhole is a delightful way to spend an afternoon.
- Lolcats still make me giggle.
- I just spent an hour looking at funny pictures of cats.
- Okay. I kinda want to see that Steampunk C-3PO Unicorn madness.
