Who taught you how to ride a bike?
I taught myself, just like I've done with everything else.
My parents gave up not too far into the process. My freakishly short legs were unable to reach the pedals, even with the bike at its lowest height.
I even gave up for a while, and then one day I just went into the alley, grabbed the bike, and started peddling.
Photo: Show us your front door.
Submitted by Princesskasren.
The front door in my new house is a thing of beauty...I'm a little paranoid about the amount of glass, but it's just so purdy...
The irony is, of course, that we almost never go in or out of the front door. It's always the garage for us.
What's the best thing since sliced bread?
It would have to be the giant bathtub in the master bathroom of my new home. It is a thing of beauty.
Even better, the shower is separate from the tub so it stays cleaner. And that is a fireplace at the end of the tub...it is double-sided with the other side pointing to the bedroom. There's nothing better on a cold Seattle night than filling the tub with hot, hot water and running the fireplace while I'm in there.
If it were legal to marry a bathtub in Washington state, I'd be drawing up the prenup right now.
Show us your pets.
Submitted by Prakash Daniel.
Have you ever Googled your own name? How did you feel about the results?
Submitted by elen.
Absolutely...on a regular basis. I primarily want to know for business purposes (as I am self-employed, and my findability is key).
The results get better all the time!
What's your favorite heartbreak song?
Submitted by esta86.
Nothing Compares to You by Sinead O'Connor is my own heartbreak song, from many years ago. It still makes me sad to hear it, even though I've moved so far past that relationship disaster.
Some other heartbreak songs that come to mind are Losing My Religion by REM (unrequited love is so sad), and Hold On by Sarah McLachlan.
What was (or is) your favorite subject in school?
History! I loved it so much in high school that I majored in it at UC Berkeley, much to my father's chagrin.
I loved my AP European History teacher so much I named my late beloved Martha after her. What I really should have done was listen to her when she told me not to become a teacher.

Sadly that description still applies. It's a bitch to find pants the right length. read more
on QotD: It's Like Riding A Bike