My brain is like a sponge for useless information that wows 'em at parties (and is even available for you to use when I'm not present--just pick up the phone), but doesn't do shit for me in the world. When are those Jeopardy tryouts coming to town?
When you first meet me, I may not say much. This is because: A) I am trying to figure out how much cooler than you I am, and B) based on that judgement, whether I can continue to allow you in my presence or not. Yeah, right.
I'm mentally prepared to fight zombies. Are you?
Corinne Rose "The Quick and the Dead"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jL_fLSUwjGU