My advice to Marten at this point is drawn from personal experience: The more drunk the people around you are, the better the dancer you are. And in my case, even the sober ones had to admit I was dancin' like I'd never danced before.
"No, seriously," they'd say. "You've never done this before, have you?"
Hanners kinda reminds me of a friend who'd go from oneinterest/obsession to another. First, there were stacks of books about bicycles. Then one day, wham, thousand-dollar bike and industrial-grade spandex everywhere. Then, books about motorcycles. Next thing you know, a BMW road machine (well, EVERYONE has a Harley these days) -- gotta give him credit, though; his last couple job interviews took him from one end of the US to the other on that motorbike, plus a couple other trips just for fun, not to mention motorbiking through Croatia (though let's be reasonable; he flew over and rented another motorbike). Nothing but admiration for that guy. If Hanners had his focus, she'd have her own space station. WITH a CoD franchise on board. And then she'd move to the moon.