Male. Yup.

26 years old and enjoying life. Working on a degree in Psychology. Not sure whether I shall use it for evil, lolz, or good yet, but I'll certainly make an impression.

Rather fond of animals (cats especially) and kids. It's nice to have an ur-human, and treat them decently and help instill confidence and discipline into them. The cats respond well to this, especially.

I find the idea, and words of teal deer hilarious. Because it works.

Studying, mucking around with the family and mates. Getting back into work and life after a bit of a break, and just generally seeing what's in store for the next year or so. Hopefully, Cthulu or mops will not feature in the next 365. Zombies, maybe so.

Talking, listening and moving bloody houses. I swear, my helping-friends-moving-home credit should be good enough that I never need to move my own stuff next time the shift arrives.
Getting annoyed at poor writing, in books, movies or tv.
Is it there a word for 'his shortcuts always take twice as long'? Because there have been some doozies.

Depends on the situation, of course. I'm probably reading, typing away at a computer, or going somewhere and doing something.

The hat with "WIZZARD" written on it.

These are a few of my favourite things

Books: 1984, Flashman series, The French Lieutenant's Woman, Pratchett, Hunter S Thompson, He Died with a Felafel in his Hand (I think I recognise one or two housemates)

Movies: La Vita e Bella, Lock Stock and etc, Donny Darko.

Music: Wierd Al, They Might Be Giants, Fred Astereo, Franz Ferdinand, David Bowie, Daft Punk, Depeche Mode, David Bowie (Ziggy Stardust era), Theory of a Deadman, Martina Topley Bird, Tom Lehrer, The Cranberries, David Bowie(*.* era), Moloko, Moby, Beck, Machine Gun Fellatio, Midnight Oil and last but not least, David Bowie.

Food: Mashed potatoes in specific, and non-moving in general.

Pens : I'd be lost without my packs of cheap-but-decent-quality blue pens. How would I write my shifts down?

Addendum: After reading a few of the tests, texts and testees (or should that be testes?), I also highly value my red pen.

Hats: The more incongruous, the better.

Too many things to mention, but if it's a bit weirder than average, decent chance I like it. Or loathe it to the depths of my twisted little soul. It's the dualism of the soul, expressed by the intellect.

Dislike list:

Well!

Anne Rice: silly girl should be hung, drawn and quartered, for inspiring new age faux vampirism (or at least pointed at a college where she could learn to stretch her writing style from "powerful beautiful immortals who cry themselves to sleep because they can't eat mud cake! Hahaha take that! You might live forever, but I'll die happy and full of the most delicious type of cake"). Not to mention for her claims of 'inventing' the vampire.

Metallica: A lot of Metallica is good. A lot of Metallica is the same song, with longer solos. A lot of Metallica is playing up to "we so hard" image, of a few fellows playing instruments, and growling. Ambivalence is a good thing.

People who babytalk to animals (or babies).
People who babytalk to animals, and throw swear words into the mix.

Extrapolate that as you will.

Cats: Had a fair few moggies, so I've already qualified for my crazy cat man (do) stereotype.
Music: Something to have going whilst working or reading, and to every now and then snap attention to and appreciating. Alternatively, appreciating when it's stopped, after advice from friends results in a toddle to 2nd hand shop, purchase and then disgust, revulsion and the slow dwindling of the friendship. You fickle fiends, you ears.
My Ipod: Seriously, this thing is a life saver. It's picked up a few quirks due to age, but I love it so.
Food! Obvious, really. Not just for nutrition, but shared cultural ideals.
Sensahumour. Obvious really. Not just for cultural ideals, but also nutrition.
Family: All 300 of the inbred buggers.
Friends: All 3 of the inbred buggers.
Chilling: Because, to chill, you need to have worked hard, and done some hard yards. One without the other, makes a hollow victory. The Thursday off, after 10 days on, and the prospect of 12 more on following, wandering around favoured book and cd stores (yes, music gets two look-ins), is a sweet Thursday indeed. Especially with a 10 o'clock sleep in.
People: Another derr, really.

Just letting my brain run over things I've noticed, or thinking about, and just generally thinking. Until something needs actioning, then the hold button gets clicked, and the highly efficient slacker mechanism comes on, does a half-baked job, and then heads back to the latest of the grand ideas.

Why, when someone claims to be a reincarnation, is it always a famous person? Vlad Tepes, Queen Isabella, Michael Jackson (wait for it, that'll be the next fortune grabber), etc, as opposed to "third spear carrier from the left" or "Private Jenkin's (of The War of Jenkin's Ear fame) brother"

The Ning Nang Nong song. And why one dancing anthropomorphic teapot is fine and dandy, and two is terrifying

Keeping an eye on Pinky and the Brain. Juuust in case. Or watching youtube clips of Christopher Walken doing .... just about anything, actually.

A bit of a fan of musicals. The writings generally awful, and the lyrics, and the plot and ...... almost everything, but every now and then there's bits that have what we call 'layers'. And sometimes that makes it worthwhile. I mean, what could be more deep and meaningful than "Evil Dead: The Musical"? And the answer, is "Cannibal: The Musical"

And, like some members of the family, I'll pick up peoples accents. It's not deliberate, but it can be confusing. With the mixed English-Irish-Scottish heritage, it makes it both hard to recognise accents, and easy. WHY MUST EVERYTHING BE DIGITAL?

Haven't travelled outside of Australia. Beginning to feel like a non-global citizen, especially with my wide spread and traipsing family, immediate and extended.

NB: I just found out through the wonders of old photos and pointing at my mum's stomach, that I travelled to Thailand in utero. Beat that, ex utero bludgers!

Regardless of my pretty decent spelling (one of my skills), until recently I spelt weirdly wierdly. And that's just weird.

I like maths. Sometimes I'm so ashamed.

You know all the words to the "Aeroplane Jelly" commercial, circa 1937. Or, at least the first line.

Seriously, if you've read this far, you know enough to make a few value judgements. Now do the millions and millions of questions that range from insightful, to bizarre, with a trip down mundane and hilarious lane.

Incidentally, Einstein reused much/all of his love-letters, when a new lady was in the offing. So, by that rationale, hopefully everyone here is better than Einstein.

For shame, large haired man! For shame! Read some bios on him, a pretty fascinating individual, as you'd expect from a (deep breath) Jewish quantum theorist in the early 20th century, who is famous for pointing out a few incredibly obvious things but also some incredibly headtrippy things, and didn't wear socks. Phew. Srsly. No socks.

I can be a bit of a gumby in regards to social interaction, IRL & online, so if I say something that could be interpreted as idiotic or insulting, I'd appreciate it if it was given the benefit of the doubt.