Don't know what i'm doing here, maybe it has something to do with it being 11:30 on a Saturday and me siting here in front of a computer.
I've lived on both sides of the Atlantic, both in the US and in the Netherlands, but settled in the middle where I belong, yet somehow out of place.
Can one really ever find a place where one fits. We seem to wander aimlessly around, never finding ones place. The house deals the cards and we have to live with the ones we are dealt. Some of us get lucky once in a while, get a few chips to add to there stack, but in the end the house will win. It's a mathematical certainty.
That's me, cold logic and a rather "glass half empty" kind of outlook. Behind my ice-blue/gray eyes no one can see the underlying self doubt and loneliness that my happy and polite exterior manages to hide. It's hidden well by an unhealthy urge to be upbeat and friendly, to fit in. Isn't that what we all do? If you think not, send me a line and set me straight.

I'm in the long process of writing my BA theses, not going to plan.
I have a rather specialized retail job I hate, but I've been told that I'm rather good at it.

Useless trivia and making spelling mistakes.

I'm the guy that makes snappy comments about the situation, I can get people to laugh, mostly at me i.e. I'm the content of my amusing comments. I try to get around unnoticed most of the time, I like the fly on the wall observing more then anything.
I think that the first impressions of me are fear, not the "this guy is going to punch me" kind of fear, but the same kind of fear many people have of Pit-Bulls. Strongly built dog that they don't know, but soft and friendly when they get to know me.

Anything by Stephen Fry. subject matter rather then writers. Love the Thrawn trilogy and other SW extended universe books (don't worry, it's the only nerdy thing I do)
Classic films mostly, Hitchcock, Kubrick and Lang. I like some of the new stuff too, but Hollywood seems to be more interested in showing off their new graphics computer then telling you a proper story.
Big Bang Theory, Community, Workaholics, 30 Rock, I like TV comedy. Political stuff stuff like The West Wing and Newsroom.
Classic rock, blues, jazz. I like some classical stuff to, makes me curse at my useless hands that cant play the music I have in my head.
If music is on MTV or mainstream commercial radio, there is a good chance I'm not going to like it.
Italian, Indian. Anything but seafood really. (I know, an Icelander that doesn't like seafood)

Friends
Internet
Phone
Meat
Music
Beer

why? why this, why that. Why does it cost so much? How can I make money? Why has no-one told me? What are you doing? What's happening to you and how can we make it stop? How can I get out of this mess? Do we have to get the insurance co. involved? what the hell is your problem? How can you believe in the talking snake? How can you be so blind to the tones of evidence that disproves your wacky ideas?

there is no typical Friday night anymore, in the old days it was strait to the bars. Now it's a matter of getting home from work and away from the people that piss me off all day. If there is a party going on I'm there. But if not, I'm more then comfortable watching a movie and just chilling out.

Underneath the cool, confident persona I manage to fool people with all day, is a lost, hopeless kid, with dreams of one day growing up.

... you want to. I like to think that I'm a pleasant guy.