And now back to the regularly scheduled self-description...
When my car caught fire in my driveway (mouse nests on exhaust manifolds are a bad combination if you're wondering) I calmly walked inside, picked up a fire extinguisher, and put the fire out. Within two hours I had the damage assessed and new parts on order. But I can't keep my desk even remotely organized.
My e-book reader has the phrase "Don't Panic" etched into it.
I have run out of bookshelf at least twice in the past year.
Caffeine is a necessary part of my life.
I am a technology junkie, but I often carry a fountain pen and I still have a rotary landline and I appreciate both without a touch of irony. (The rotary dialer app I used to have on my smartphone may have been a bit over the top though.)
I'm an inveterate tinkerer. I can change brakes and rotors, rebuild a carburetor, fix a running toilet, wire a lightswitch, build a computer, root a smartphone, and waste hours playing with those Buckyball magnets. Basically, if I can take it apart to see how it works, I probably will, or at least I'll look up schematics somewhere.
I'm definitely a geek, even if life gets in the way of it sometimes. I'm dreadfully behind on reading A Song of Ice and Fire and even on Wheel of Time, but I do at least know the difference between Sindarin and Quenya. And yes, I do enjoy video games when I have time (not often lately), but I don't let the geek stop my involvement with the three-dimensional world; my Coleman stove, tent, and sleeping bag see real use too.
I know that's sort of all over the map, but that's why I came out to Seattle after all. Where else is better for a tech geek who loves the chance to pack it all up and unplug in the woods for a weekend, or a week?