I was born in West Texas. I don't have a gun, or a cowboy hat, but I do have a pair of boots, an accent when irritable, and a large tendency to be laconically blunt when I'm around people I know well. I babble a lot around those I don't out of a feeling that if I speak a lot of irrelevancies, the cynicism will just be taken as an accident of mispeech, and that no one that sweet and nice could really describe someone's attempt as a drugged out medieval Pollock. Even to her closest friends. I have them all soooo fooled. They even made me Dean of the Pages Academy. Such lovely, squishy young minds.. moldable, even.
Speaking of which, I play in the SCA in the Kingdom of Atlantia, and have since Decemberish 2001, do calligraphy and illumination, read vociferously, have a prodigious vocabularly, and quite enjoy the usufructs of erudition. I particularly like applying the learning curve to kids between the ages of 9 and 12, which I consider the best age. They take themselves to the bathroom, and aren't old enough to have developed teenager angst.
I'm occasionally quite snarky, have absent-minded intelligent person syndrome, and married a Canadian to cure my dearth of common sense, and to have someone upon whom to inflict my completely random thought patterns. He likes it.
I would also happily lick tequila from Vin Diesel's abs, and I have a decided weakness for dark-haired men with dark brown eyes. Which doesn't explain why my husband has light brown hair and green eyes, but he has adorable dimples. It must have been the dimples. That and the hot sex.