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Thanks to Twitter, Luba Muzichenko (her twitter and her blog) recently became my friend and who wouldn’t follow someone with a bio like “San Francisco Realtor by addiction, San Francisco blogger by choice”?? Because I was suuuper late to REBarCamp in San Francisco last week (thanks, Southwest Airlines) our paths didn’t cross and I’m really sad about that. For the others of you who didn’t get the pleasure of meeting her either, get to know her now:

Why do you “put your 2 cents in” when it’s only “a penny for your thoughts”? Where’d the other penny go??

I’ve thought about this long and hard. Frankly, it’s rare that anyone really wants to pay a penny for anyone else’s thought. Therefore, the thought-giver (the one putting his/her two cents in) has to give the thought-receiver (the one paying “a penny for the thoughts”) two whole cents so that the person on the receiving end of the opinion is able to pay the thought-giver a “penny for their thoughts” AND profits (a penny!) as well. This exchange is done covertly so as not to raise eyebrows or start rumors. If you really think about it, this is the most logical conclusion as the missing penny, well, it is really a bribe.

Other than where you live now, what other city on the globe would you call home if you could?

Is that last question for me? Any place could be home for a few years: New York, New Orleans, Juneau–anything that has some mystery to it, but in the end it always comes back to San Francisco for me.

Tell us about the last time you ran into someone famous.

Does being at the same conference as TBoard, BawldGuy, The Real Estate Zebra, HouseChick and the Twitter gang count? I got goosebumps just being in the same room! Seriously, the web has turned regular people, who are willingly to share some if not all of their lives online, into celebrities. And strangely you can feel in awe of people from just reading what they have written and what they think about.

In fact, there’s a local photo blogger here in SF that has a secret blogging identity, and I got to meet and talk to him regarding buying a house with his fiance once they tie the knot. I was giddy to meet him–and giddier to know that I was a handful of select individuals who knows who he really is. It’s like knowing that Clark Kent is really Superman, but without the secret powers.

If a song had to play every time you walked into a party/social event what would it be? (What’s your theme song?)

Walk Like an Egyptian by the Bangles–for no other reason than I always have an urge to “walk like an Egyptian” every other time I walk into a room. And if the song played, people might think I was just dancing, which is a good cover for odd behavioral tics.

If that was taken (and if theme songs are like Web site addresses, I’m sure my first choice is taken) it’d have to be Born to Be Wild by Steppenwolf. It rings true even as I find gray hairs every few weeks inching their way up from my scalp.

What actress would play you in the movie of your life?

Probably Paris Hilton. It’d be a B movie and she’d be the only one desperate enough to accept the role. Humility is important. And it’s the only time I could look somewhat OK as a blonde.

If you had to be a professional athlete what would you be?

I’d be on the Olympic team gymnastics and be a gold medal winning ribbon waver.

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So there you have it. Luba believes that one penny is an acceptable bribe, is addicted to San Francisco (but she can quit any time she wants!!!), knows the kind of sort of Superman of San Fran, longs to cover up her crazies with theme music by the Bangles, is humble enough to cast Paris as herself in the Luba Life Story and dreams desperately of winning the gold in ribbonry. Now that you really know Luba, what do you think??