I like to think that I make pretty good coffee.
Pixar films do something downright awful to me.
Made in Australia. Can find $2 illegitimate imitations at Target and Big W made by tiny Chinese or Indian children.
Coffee-brewer and corporate/consumer slut by day. Rocketeer/Designer by night.
Shoots in RAW.
I've had a fair share of misadventures which I totally do not regret in the slightest. Many of them are just plain strange and I still wonder just how I managed to land myself in them.
Should be kept as far away from real, functional rockets as possible.
50% centaur. 50% merperson. I've got the head of a fish and the backside of a horse. I think that's right.
I cannot stand internet culture or memes. Especially the wretched villainy of Tumblr, Reddit, and fucking 9gag. But hey, it's cool if that's what you like.
Basically a human-sized housecat.
The sort of guy who donates to Wikipedia and prefers to not wear pants.
Feminist. Humanist. Equal-rights-for-everyone sort of guy. Not a fucking SJW/MFA bullshitter, however. Because fuck that.
I have no gender: I am, instead, Supreme Overlord. Unfortunately, the state disagrees.
Not a good person but I'm trying to be, I guess.
Upbeat for beets. Actually I dislike beets a whole heap. They're evil.
The sassy, gay friend who is actually, hilariously straight.
The lonely bedfellow of Hashtagistan heritage.
A gelatinous blob of jealousy.
I am, of course, a creature of indulgence and impulse.
I am easy to stalk.
I DON'T MAKE DEALS WITH PEASANTS. Bad Pacha.