I was recently asked if I enjoy offbeat, quirky, and/or foreign movies.
I have an inexplicable affinity for Finnish Christmas polka music (and not just because it’s a fantastic way to torture my roommates).
I drive a MINI with a blue-and-white checkerboard roof.
I have (and thoroughly enjoy) dreams wherein I am Emma Bovary, alternately sitting in cramped and partially flooded sinking ship cabins with neglected broccoli-eating children and asking Parisian parking lot attendants for directions before I speed madly toward Charles de Gaulle Airport in a high-powered Mustang with a fussy clutch and no brakes.
I relate scenes from Monty Python and the Holy Grail to scripture passages I’m studying.
Nah. Generic Hollywood romantic comedies for me. All the way.