5 Questions
There apparently is a thing going on now around the blog community where someone asks someone else five questions, they answer the questions on their blog, and then they ask someone else five different questions. I was asked these questions by Shannon who got hers from Charlie who got his from Swiss Toni, who got his from someone else, yada yada yada.. Let me know if you want to continue this chain by answering five of mine. A warning though, reading these will start you down a long dark path into my mind. Once entered if one chooses to venture further they may get lost and not like what they see.

1. Do you have an odd irrational fear or something so strange that you are OC about?
Are you ready for a lame answer? No, I don’t think I have anything like that. I am a very logical/systematic person so any of kind of behavior that would seem illogical (i.e. having a thing about walking on the left side of people) I tend to reject. When I find quirks like that in other people it blows my mind because of its lack of logic. Actually, maybe that is something I’m OC about. I dunno, you be the judge.

2. Who is your favorite TV character (on a show now, or one from the past) if you could only pick one? Why?
Those that know me well know that my absolute favorite show is Family Guy. I’ve been an avid fan since well before it got on Adult Swim and become popular. I had every single episode on my computer back in the spring of 2002. I was pretty quick to conclude that my favorite character is from that show, but not so quick to decide which one. My two choices were either Stewie or Peter, and I went back and forth between the two. For the sake of being decisive, I’m gonna have to go with Stewie. My reason is because this character is completely original and his personality is very well established. How many talking babies do you know bent on world domination and matricide? Here is some evidence of Stewie’s comedic genius:

• Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but you're a total bitch.
• Let me guess, you picked out yet another colorful box with a crank that I'm expected to turn and turn until OOP! Big shock, a jack pops out and you laugh and the kids laugh and the dog laughs and I die a little inside.
• Bill Cosby: Stewie, what do you think candy is made out of? Stewie: Sunshine and farts! What the hell kind of question is that?!
• There's always been a lot of tension between Lois and me. And it's not so much that I want to kill her, it's just, I want her not to be alive anymore. I sometimes wonder if all women are this difficult. And then I think to myself, 'My God wouldn't it be marvelous if I turned out to be a homosexual?'
• Meg: Everybody! Guess what I am? Stewie: Hmm, the end result of a drunken back-seat grope-fest and a broken prophylactic?
• Fie on the toilet! It’s made slaves of you all! I’ve seen it sitting in there, lazy slothful porcelain lay-about, feeding on other people’s doo-doos while contributing nothing of it’s own to society. YOU GET A JOB!

3. If you had some control over it, how would you want to die?
First of all, I’d want it to be after I live a full and productive life. I also want to be ready for it. By that I mean I want my family to be taken care of, and I wouldn’t want to have any unsettled grievances. As to how I actually die, I guess I’d want it to be peaceful, painless, and accepting. That’s kinda boring though. So, for the sake of being interesting here is a better answer. I want to die coked out with a machine gun under my arm hosing down gangsters of a competing drug cartel who are raiding my mansion while my pet tiger sits out front. Here is a visual.

4. Who is the absolute worst popular musician ever, and how did they get famous anyway!?!?
One person stands out above all the rest. That would have to be Meg White from the White Stripes. She has no talent as a drummer whatsoever. All she does is keep a beat, and that’s it. She’s in the business only because she has a talented brother who is nice enough to let her ride on his coattails. She pisses me off in fact. Kinda like how Michael McDonald pisses me off, but at least he has musical talent. His problem is that he’s an old white dude that sings Motown covers. That and he eats babies no doubt.

5. Do aliens exist or is it just some Midwesterner's crackpot UFO sighting again?
I haven’t had any personal experiences that would make me believe they exist. However, there are just so very many recurring consistent reports of UFOs and the like, and it would only be close-minded to completely ignore it. There is a whole lot of space outside of our planet and there’s a possibility life does exist elsewhere. If life can happen here, it can happen elsewhere. I do think a lot of the “close encounters” are false though in that they were fabricated by pranksters, crazy people, and drunk rednecks. If they do exist, and they decide to make themselves known, I just hope their gentiles allow me to have sex with them.