I'm a walking contradiction, for starters. I also hate talking about myself without being asked for specifics.

I'm a fucking mess, both socially and emotionally, but at least I realize it now, and am working to correct it. Learning to trust people again is a slow process. Bear with me.

I'm joined at the hip with the technology in my life. I've been building computers for fifteen years, and first started programming almost ten years ago.

Uh... I'm carbon based, made of pointy bits that hold up the squidgy bits.

I'm incredibly easy to get along with, even if I do take everything to the extreme. Not... not sticking out of the tongue with horns in the air, screaming "fucking hardcore!", but that I don't deal in mediocrity. Even when it comes to doing nothing interesting, I tend to do a shitton of it in one go. I can totally overlook the needs of my pancreas one day, and eat two pounds of candy for dinner, then later that week, forget to eat for three days because I'm too busy overindulging in something else to remember that food=living.

Fortunately, I suppose, the only place where mediocrity does in fact find a home in my life is on the subject of drugs and alcohol. I've been young and stupid. I continue to be stupid on occasion, even still, but I can't find any reason why I'd need to intoxicate myself the way I used to. Sure, I love to drink. Hell, being raised by a Polish and Ukrainian father, Vodka was a dietary staple growing up, and I love it to no end, just as I love good beer, or anything with licorice or anise. Most notably Absinthe, and particularly Pernod. But even with the love for good drink, it's still something to be reserved for an occasion. Sure, I'll indulge with friends, and overindulge if the company is good enough, or the bar is open enough, but only a handful of times a year.

Christ... that couldn't make me come off as any older if it was paired of a picture with my skin actually made of tweed... *rolls eyes*

What else? Um. I'm well mannered and charming when the situation begs is, but away from that, I'm offensive and vulgar. Deal with it. And I'm a very proud owner of the official printed versions of Cards Against Humanity, as well as the first expansion.

As an aside to that, there isn't a black card in that game that the white card "smegma" isn't a winner for. Prove me wrong. I dare you to try.

Working on a couple writing projects, as well as an indie game with a pair of friends. Continuing to hone my programming skills, while picking up new languages, and rocking my job in ToysRUs. I find great joy and satisfaction being the one to bring happiness to kids as well as their family through appropriate gifts.

Not answering that question...

My hair, eyes, or jaw line, probably.

Oh God, where to begin? For books, grabbing the five nearest to me: The Origin of Species (6th edition, noting the lack of 'on' in the title), The Internet is a Playground, by David Thorne, The Bartender's Guide, by Peter Bohrmann, Cryptonomicon, by Neal Stephenson, and The God Delusion, by Richard Dawkins. Probably not the best cross-section of my tastes, but not entirely inaccurate, either. If I had to pick one book off the top of my head to speak about me, it would be Neuromancer.

Movies? Horror flicks and thinking films. Anything intelligent or dystopian. Lots of Kubrick, Tarantino, Ritchie, Boyle, etc. Oh, and Tank Girl. Seriously, what nineties kid doesn't like it? And it even had Malcolm McDowell in it. ^.^

While I haven't had TV for years, the obligatory Game of Thrones springs to mind. Adventure Time, New Girl, Top Gear, ReGenesis, Community, The Regular Show, Tosh.0, etc.

For music, I tend to prefer an electronic component. Anything from oldschool UK hip hop, to new experimental Drum and Bass (Dubstep) etc. Lots of Industrial, Futurepop, and Electro. My respect and appreciation for most other genres is boundless and infinite, just don't expect me to be as knowledgeable and pedantic about things I don't listen to every day. That being said, I did grow up with a lot of world music influence, plenty of folk, classic rock and metal, and am in no way closed to different types of music. Except anything to do with country or western. I hate it the way your ninety year old grandmother hates rap.

Foods are easy. Anything. Favourites being Thai, Vietnamese, Japanese, Greek, Indian, and Caribbean. In no particular order, but the hotter the better. There's a fantastic Thai restaurant in my city, and I always love watching the family that owns it gather 'round and stare while I eat, as I always order it "as spicy as you can make it". I tend to do a lot of vegetarian food, particularly with two veggie room mates, and eating tofu makes me happy... Don't ask, 'cause I can't explain it, either.

1. Air. That one's pretty important.
2. Shelter.
3. Water.
4. Sleep.
5. Food.
6. Being a dick, and giving literal answers in a prioritized list based on their fundamental necessity for sustaining life...

How silly putty picks shit up from comic books.

Bonus points if you get the reference.

Trying to organize some time with all my busy-as-hell friends for drinks, and general hangouts.

I keep a respectable stuffed animal collection on my bed... >.>

Really though, just ask. I don't keep secrets of my own.

You feel like it.

Seriously, I know I come off as harsh and abrasive... Well, I AM harsh and abrasive, but really, what have you got to lose? I'm the poor sucker who let one abusive relationship dominate most of the last ten years of his life... What's YOUR excuse for fearing rejection? Hmmm?