About

Sitting in the Mudhouse, thinking big thoughts.

Here are the stats.

Name: Michigan’s Missing Glove

Actual Name: Jessica Hatch

Meaning of Blog Name: Have you ever noticed what Denmark looks like?

Occupation: part-time secret agent man, writer, inventor of ridiculous words, philosopher, UVA student, Constitutional Monarch of Write Club, lover [not a fighter].

Height: 5 feet 3 inches of power-packing Dynamo energy!

Some Favorites…

Movie: The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou

Person(s): Dustin <– boyfriend, Katie <– best friend, Anna <– best friend, Daine <–brother, Mr. Coats <– professor

Punctuation Mark: !?

Phobia: Loss of control

Musician [changes frequently]: The Shins

Country: the UK

Ideal Place to Live: London

Place in which I’ll Actually Live: New York

Place in which I’ve Actually Lived: the 757, Two-Up Two-Down (can’t figure it out? it’s in Virginia…), Chester (I give its actual name since it’s not that exciting)

Mode of Transportation: Escalators

Least Favorite(s): mashed peas, enlightenment posers, the line at Starbucks, scary tattoos, bimbos

MISCELLANEOUS:

I love The Reduced Shakespeare Company. I choreographed two production numbers for The Pirates of Penzance. Demetri Martin makes me laugh. I’ve been to London twice. One day my last name will be Riley. Johnny Depp is amaz-az-ing. I have a conspiracy theory involving Tim Burton and Oscar Wilde. British people are unfair because I myself am not British. I don’t see what the problem with France is. Politics are amusing. So is croquet. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead is the meaning of life. Life is excellent, existential, and ends when you exit stage right.