I guess you could say I'm like Achilles, from the movie Troy. Just jean-busting handsome and recklessly violent purely for the sake of accumulating historical glory. Or maybe I'm more like the Brawny Man; soft, secure, bearded, but imagine him also like, playing an electric guitar, during a thunder storm, on a mountain, while raising a pack of wolf puppies who were abandoned by their abusive father, and I shun society but only because of some mysterious past that you don't know yet. And every time you ask, "just who are you anyways!?" I look pensively off into the distance and say, "forget it, kiddo. You don't wanna know" and then I bull whip a nearby branch and swing you over to my tree house mansion that I built with my hands, my man hands. And we make spicy salmon rolls together from fresh ingredients and drink red wine and discuss whether it's better bask in the light of a sunrise or try and correctly label it as an earthturn, until we give into our lusts and suck face for like three hours.
Movies: The Prestige, Some Like it Hot, The Man From Earth, Eternal Sunshine, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure...tangled.
Shows: Firefly, Game of Thrones, Parks and Recreation, Bill Nye the Science Guy
Music: just all of it