It could be said that I'm dys·thy'mic, but I prefer to think I'm existential. (Think of me as like Sartre, without the will to live.) It could be said that I'm syn'es·the'tic, but I prefer to say that I can taste colors. (Without eating paint, which I prefer not to.)
I have absolutely no humility when it comes to laughing at things only I find funny. I run the Douglas Fairbanks Sr. Memorial, and for one month every year, it is my life.
"A love line like: 'Now my little Sparrow, I'll never let you go.' It hurts. I just can't call a woman my little Sparrow---not even for money." Errol Flynn