My name is Zach, feel free to use it.
I am spectacularly bad at introducing myself without seeming creepier than I am; I overthink the process catastrophically.
I spent a couple of years at the University of Edinburgh; everything since has seemed disappointing by contrast.
I've no idea what decade I'm meant to be living in. Depending on my mood, I may decide that the year is anywhere between 1880 and 1960. Before that period comes barbarism, after it tackiness. The 1980s is my archenemy; Zoidberg is my spirit animal.