Return of the Mommybird, or, Eight Random Facts

Over a month ago, Nettle tagged me with this meme:

• Post eight random facts about yourself.
• Tag eight other bloggers (hopefully those who haven’t been tagged before).
• Post these rules.

I’m not going to tag anyone else, since I assume anyone who really wanted to do this meme has done it in the time since I was originally tagged, but here I offer these random facts as my re-entry into blogging.

1. Despite spending most of my life involved with the Episcopal Church, I was actually baptized as a Methodist. My mother had, shall we say, issues with the Methodists which were not a factor with the Episcopalians; she sang in an Episcopal church choir for eleven years but never converted, and she had no qualms about letting me be instructed and confirmed an Episcopalian.
2. Despite my intense love for my companion birds, and for birds generally, I never kept birds until fifteen years ago. My husband and I acquired a pair of finches in July of 1992, and since then we have become thoroughly pwned.
3. My first email handle was the scientific genus name of those finches.
4. Ben & Jerry’s Karamel Sutra is currently my favorite flavor of ice cream. (Now *that’s* random.)
5. Hill Street Blues was the first television show which I liked for adult reasons–its large cast of diverse characters and their complex interrelationships, its humor, its gritty realism. I still like it for all those reasons; despite being about 25 years old, it looks remarkably contemporary because it pioneered so many techniques of storytelling which are standard fare in television drama today.
6. I rarely read any fiction that isn’t science fiction or fantasy. This has been true since I was a child, and I don’t anticipate my tastes are going to change.
7. I’ve spent more than two-thirds of my life vacillating between Christian and Pagan paths. I finally found a Pagan path that appealed to me as much as Anglican spirituality.
8. A friend in college once told me that my eyes were the same color as my hair: auburn. Since she was a painter and was peering closely into my face at the time, I believed her and still do.