Good morning, noontime, afternoon, early evening, late evening, night, solstice, equinox and/or temporal incursion. My name is Nick, and I will be your host for the duration of your stay on this profile.

If you'll look to your right, you will see the particulars. Ethnicity, height, body type and other interesting chunks of information. If you have any questions at this point, please flag down a profile associate and assume the profile inquisition position.

If you have no questions, please continue browsing this profile. Cake will be served following the conclusion of this page.

Currently, I'm enrolled at Mohawk College, taking radio broadcasting. I spent the summer of 2011 volunteering at a radio station in Haliburton, but it's 2012 now, and I'm moving on up in the world. I graduate in April.

Right now I work for three major market radio stations in the Hamilton area, doing promotions and on-site board opping. It's the absolute best.

talking. Honestly, this is why I'm going into radio. I also have a habit of talking to pretty much anyone. If we (or just I) are (am) in a line somewhere and something interesting happens to someone else, I'll say something and start a conversation, usually throw in some sort of witty line to break the ice. I am, however, awful at flirting, but that's fine because people think goofs like me are adorable. I shouldn't say goof, because that just takes the seriousness of what I'm trying to say. I'm just adorable, at least, that's what people tell me. You can be the judge of that. Maybe. What was the topic again? Oh, yes, I'm also good at knowing stuff about Star Trek. And some Doctor Who. And some 80s music history. But mostly Star Trek.

Look at this, it's all just ramble ramble ramble. Good at talking, no?

I talk to anyone, and I do so quite well. They also notice that I look like Christopher Minz-Plasse. Personally, I don't see it as much as other people do. I mean, okay, the hair and maybe the glasses, but that's pretty much it. Frankly, I'm not McLovin and the hell with you for saying so. My name is Nick. Nick. Get it right. Nick. I am my own person. Boy, that TOTALLY wasn't the most cliche thing anyone could ever say about themselves...

Books: Spy thrillers. Sci-fi.
Movies: Star Trek! And Westerns
Music: New Order, David Byrne, Arcade Fire, St. Vincent, Vampire Weekend.
TV Shows: Star Trek, Stargate, Delocated, Archer, Bob's Burgers, Deadwood, Arrested Development, The Walking Dead, Firefly, Battlestar Galactica, Game of Thrones, True Blood, The Thick of It

You know, this really seems like one of those conversation starter questions. So, you start the conversation, and... then the conversation will be started. And you can ask me this question. But, since people seem to like filling this part out, I'll make up a list:

The Internet
My voice. That's why they call me Mr. Radio.
My iPod (duh)
HBO
A comfy bed
My cell. It's terrible, but true. It's like, my gateway. See: "The Internet"

wondering if anyone knew what bukkake was when Sir Ridley Scott was shooting the headless Ash scene in 'Alien'. Probably not. Someone wold have told him.

re-writing this part of my profile.

I'm a time traveller.

you're cute, possibly single, someone who contributes to a conversation (as opposed to just standing around pointing out the obvious), intrigued by this profile, a Trekkie, and/or interested in the cake.
Sadly, there is no cake. I apologize for any hopes raised by the promise of cake. I am not responsible for any irresistible cravings brought on by such a promise.

The cake was a lie.