J. P Tuesday is the cheese. She is the best character on the show. She is better than both the salami and the bologna combined.

In her spare time, she likes to chill back with a couple of brews and enjoy the high life.

(Isn't talking in third-person fun?)

Anyways, I got back into the scene after a LONG absence of writing fanfic. Long time. Like, riding dinosaurs long ago. Like, "when cavemen invented fire" long ago. It's been at least seven years (maybe eight, nine?) since I've been in the game. I think I stopped writing when bandfic and NC-17 material was banned. Crikey, that WAS a long time ago. Old writer is old. Here's a hint: I'm an Eighties child. I watched He-Man and The Masters of the Universe as a kid. I watched Ren and Stimpy in its original run. Next I'll be waving a cane in your face while simultaneously yelling at you to get off my freshly-cut lawn, you skateboarding whippersnapper punks. OLD.

My friends dragged me back in it, kicking and screaming. Well, that's not truly the case. I started playing Fallout (3, then 2 many many times, then 1) and started creating scenarios in my head during boring moments in class (ah, the college life). Fought the urges until last semester, when I carried a notebook full of entries written in a elaborate hand-written font. They said I should go for it, so guess what? I did. Now insert that montage from Rocky, it belongs here. HANGING TOUGH STAYING HUNGRY.

Enough about me, let's talk about me. -- Johnny Bravo

I'm Tuesday. Patton to her friends, Jane to her enemies, and J. P. to everyone else. Tuesday works too.

I like everything and nothing. Scratch that. I love nights and hate mornings, prefer Coke to Pepsi, there's just no time like beer o'clock, and it's always better on holiday.

Other interesting things, I guess? Uhm, I have a Zelda tattoo. I craft props. I wish I had more time to do stuff.