I moved to Tucson late last year, changed careers early this year, and hope to move on in a year. I'm trundling slowly down the path network security, fixing bikes when I can find tools, paying off my credit cards, and pleading with the kind folks at Department of Education Repayment centers. I exercise a lot, and raid priceline for Shanter's largess. I'm getting better at all these things.

I've never heard a bad joke I didn't like.

If you like riding bikes or playing cribbage, let's hang out. Or if you're both patient and really good at Borderlands 2.

I'm studying Cisco and Windows certifications, aiming at a CISSP. In the day I'm at a small tech company, and while I feel dumber than a sack of rocks quarried from Mt Stupid, eight years of humanities training has me writing training materials and short blogs. I'm traveling to SF in May, bringing SF back with me in June, and planning a surprise birthday for myself in November. Maybe Norway. I speak a little Turkish, a little Spanish, and can tell you about the walking and swimming habits of cats in French. I know ancient Greek and Latin, so if you get stuck in a Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure situation, give me a call. Or engrave it on something for future me. I'll try to sort it out when I find it.

Being quiet, contentment, getting embarrassed by things that happened years ago out of the blue, dropping my phone on my face, making customers & the elderly like me, compromising myself, petting kitties, researching the costs of acquiring and keeping a sloth (it's a lot), euphony, writing letters-by-email, burning you (I'm sure your mother is a nice lady), and writing thank you cards.

A peculiar gait from far away, Harry Potter glasses up close.

Presently it's Steven King's Dark Tower, Camus, and whoever wrote Papillon. If you want to start a book club, I'm in. After these, I'll likely read something else.

I really like the Sandman comics, and I'll eventually dig in to R.E.D. and maybe start over with the Walking Dead when they get to twenty.

I watch Wayne's World once a month and the Big Lebowski twice a year. If I could, I'd watch Jurassic Park and Zoolander way more often than I have in the last decade. I really like shitty action movies, and slow-as-snail foreign films. I'm waiting every day for a Stalker-Die Hard crossover.

I'll finish 30rock again, drag myself through Supernatural, and maybe watch True Blood. When I feel guilty for not watching more of the TV I ought to (seriously, it's a golden age of television right now), I watch all the stand up I can find on Netflix.

I make really good sandwiches. I try to eat as many BLTs and gyros as my budget will allow, and the essential point of going out on any given night is to end up at RobbDogs before it's all over.

-Quiet time to study
-Health insurance and an income
-A washing machine
-Passport
-Live internet connection
-Regrettable but satisfying decisions.

Sloths, bottom brackets, dinosaurs, port scanners, growing up, gettin' down, flashcards, BLTs, Old Fashioneds, where they can be found, perl, SQL, whether LA Gear will ever make a comeback, whether I could bring them back, doubting my pull in the fashion world, how to pack less, and where I left my keys.

Playing video games, prepping for Saturday class, going out and wishing I were at home, or staying in and wishing I had gone out, getting overwhelmingly excited to sleep until noon, followed up by a clutch Lazy Sunday. The new plan is to do something much different than whatever I did the weekend before.

I hate how I appear on camera, and it's really crippling my selfie game.

You like to talk passionately about nonsense, you're very good at "would you rather?," or you want to trade a sloth for a green card.

If you like playing cards, that's good too. But I'll warn you, my cribbage skills boarder on cruelty.