If you spent much time in the Tuna household, you'd discover fairly quickly that we are a widely diverse bunch ... and there aren't even enough of us to make a bunch. TeenTuna and I are like the Twelve Faces of Eve, except that we have an extra two or three hundred faces in reserve. We are equally happy watching South Park as we are watching "Live from the Met" on PBS. We love Rick Steves just as much as Phil Keoghan, and although I'm sure it would never happen, I'd pay good money to hear a frustrated "MY OX IS BROKEN on an episode of Europe Through the Backdoor. Tonight the iPod down the hall was blasting Hilary Hahn playing Bach violin concertos, which was followed by Jesus Christ Superstar, which in turn was followed by some Katy Perry drivel that I tried to ignore. I do have some standards.
It's a blessing and a curse to like so many things. On one hand, we can never be accused of being picky, but on the other hand, it's can be difficult to make a decision. All food sounds good, I have never come away empty-handed from a book store, and although my instant movie cue is heavily weighted documentaries, foreign films and drama, there are always entire seasons of Law and Order to Watch. Or Mystery Science Theatre 3000.
That we just might have memorized.
And oh, that little memorization thing. It's a genetic
We might be awhile.