On a good day, I'm quietly odd. On a not-so-good day, I'm frightfully outlandish. I have the patience of ... well, some very patient saint, and a sense of humor that keeps me going through anything. I don't lose my temper, and not much really phases me these days. I love learning about things and consider myself a huge geek, though I won't show the fanboy-ish excitement that I so admire in some people unless it's completely frigging awesome.

I like film noir, Lovecraft, dancing, camping, baking, proper grammar and spelling, science fiction, and puzzles, even if I'm not any good at them. I'm a photographer, I drive manual, I'm a lifelong martial artist, and my first dog's name was Waldo, may the gods rest his patient old soul. I'm full of useless trivia and I've no idea why. I'm a fairly solid Sagittarius, if you put any stock in that. Which I don't. Not while Jupiter is between the horns of Taurus, anyway ...

I'm a recent transplant to Austin, TX. Show me something interesting and I'll teach you something new.

Telling stories, exploring, bleeding from time to time, drinking and generally carousing, pretending to be other people, figuring out where I'm supposed to be, exploring a new city, making a joke of it all. Until recently, I was a staff photographer at a mid-sized newspaper in Tennessee. Currently, I photograph luxury accessories for a local business. Did you know people will actually pay $42K for a watch? Holy crap, man.

I do blog from time to time, but with very little (read: no) editing.

Laughing at everything. Telling stories. Talking to people. Adapting comfortably to awkward situations. Driving stick. Massages. Fighting. Getting lost on purpose and then miraculously discovering a path back to civilization.

That I'm big. And then, woosh, I disappear.

Really. It's like a lifelong goal to be able to vanish in plain sight. I'm getting close, too. Friends and family constantly comment on how quietly I can move and how I can disappear in a crowd. I'm either supposed to be a ninja or a spy.

House of Leaves, Use of Weapons, The Princess Bride, The Dancing Wu Li Masters, anything by H.P. Lovecraft that /wasn't/ his boring dream-fantasy bullshit; Aliens, Brick, Chinatown, Love Actually; Dr Who, Firefly; little bit of everything in the way of music, but not a lot of everything; and most things spicy. But never flan. Never. That shit's evil.

Also, I don't have a television, so don't ask me about last night's episode of anything. I'll just make stuff up.

The weird; my family; good stories; someone to talk to; something with which I can just ... you know, fiddle; and an occasional opportunity to dance.

How ridiculous everything is; my bad schedule; plots for role playing games and alternate reality games that will probably never see the light of day; the uncertainty of my future; how money is a strange construct; my current possibilities for travel; WHY DOES MY [insert body part] HURT? DID I DO SOMETHING TO IT?; where the Hell am I and how do I get to [XYZ]?; hmm, do I really think this'll work, or am I being overly optimistic? (in a general sense).

Hanging out with good people somewhere. Or not.

I might be lying. You never know.

I am actually very proud of my scars. I can recall the story for almost all of them and will happily retell it to anyone who asks. Some are more ridiculous than others and others are more stupid than some.

You might be lying, too. And you like transmedia storytelling, scifi, weird stuff, and dogs; are interesting, engaged in the world, and vaguely fit; and enjoy ballroom dancing.

Or if you just feel like it. I'm a talkative guy, I'll chat with anyone.