Get to know me, kinda, or not.

To get myself back into the blogging mode for 2012, I've enlisted some of my favorite bloggy pals to ask me some questions that I will answer below. So if you have any questions for me, you can ask them in the comments section and I will answer them later this week.

Tits: "If train a leaves Chicago going 50 mph, and train b leaves Memphis going 60 mph and train c leaves LA going 45 mph, when are you going to dance around in your underwear for a vlog?

I was never good at these sorts of math problems. In high school, I used to just draw the little diagram on the sheet of paper, the little box with rate, distance, mph ... I don't know if I ever got credit for it. But anyway .... Rate X Distance = WHENEVER YOU WANT ME TO! I did have a weekly vlog... maybe I should start that up again.

Ginny: "Will you make out with me?"

Yes. Please. Now?

Dave: How does one go about making a sentient toaster oven?

I don't think I have an answer to that. My only guess would be to have a dead person's soul go into the toaster oven. Sort of like this:

Rocket: What sucks more a leech or Ryan Seacrest?

Uh .... Ryan Seacrest. You know why? Because he brought this upon us:

Why RYAN? DO YOU HATE AMERICA? YOU MUST!

Would you rather get hit in the crotch or the boobs?

Contrary to popular belief, it does hurt when a girl is hit in the crotch. Seriously. Maybe not as much as it hurts a guy, but enough to incite some unnecesary pain. I also got hit in the boob once with a soccer ball and had a huge bruise for about 2 weeks. It turned all sorts of colors... purple, black, greenish-yellow... But to answer the question... I think I'd rather get hit in the crotch.