Lets do the one sentence summary: I'm an atheist-agnostic fulltime student who has experienced at least one broken nose and whose life-long dream is to shoot tranquilizer darts at deer from a helicopter because how awesome would that be? Also included is an alt-country/vaguely indie/accidental hipster vibe, a willingness to let you bum smokes, and a disturbing amount of knowledge regarding the digestive system of termites.

More seriously:

I'm a student at PCC, working on an Associates of Science-Transfer degree before I move on to PSU for my bachelors degree in Biology. I've got the credits to graduate, but I'm sticking it out at PCC for a bit longer to wrap up my physics and chemistry and math requirements at bargain-basement prices.

I am originally from southern California, but left when I realized I hated it. Also, I had no money and no job and had just been dumped. Long story!

I am a nerd. A very tall, very awesome nerd.

I go to school full time.

My degree goal goal is Wildlife Biology, and I'll likely end up working for the USFWS or the BLM or at a university. Ideally, I'd like to study and control invasive species like, say Bromus tectorum. I can see myself teaching too, I guess, but only at the college level.

I play Dungeons and Dragons (and other nerdy tabletop RPGs) whenever my friends back-asswards schedules match up.

I used to work full time, but I was laid off around a year ago, and have been living on Financial Aid since.

Handling small animals gently, while still getting what I need. I was the best termite milker around in lab. Have you ever milked a termite? It's hard to do without killing the little guys. I have no termite blood on my hands.

None.

I've been told that I have a nice accent (a mongrel mix of socal nonaccent and southern drawl - I blame hanging around my grandparents too much as a kid), and that I'm a great storyteller. I don't know about that last, but I certainly do have some painfully hillarious life experiences to relate.

I'm a really terrible cook most of the time, but occaisionally I produce something that might be described as 'transcendent' or 'awe-inspiring', mostly because I don't have too many qualms about using a grip of butter or bacon-grease if it gets the job done. Most of my meals tend to be less artery-clogging though - my usual dinner is salad with some fish or rice and beans on the side, supplemented with some red meat if I'm feeling adventerous. When I really get a wild hair, I start thinking about learning to cook chinese food, but I've been too broke lately to pick up all the required implements or a cook book, so thats a small dream left on the shelf.

For now, anyways.

I'm very tall. 6'7". A (very small) friend of mine describes me as "intimidatingly large", which is amusing.

Several friends of mine say that I sound (in tone) and speak (in cadence) like Eugene Mirman. This is one of my favorite things anyone has ever said about me.

I've trimmed these down significantly.

Recent/Favorite Books:
Any Popular Science, but especially The Selfish Gene (Dawkins), The Demon Haunted World (Sagan), the Botany of Desire (Pollan). Silent Spring.
SF - Stross, Heinlein, Niven, various others. I am a giant screaming Iain M. Banks fanboi. Consider Phlebas may be one of my favorite novels of all time.
Fantasy - George RR Martin. Anything Gaiman has ever done is gold.
Fiction - Bloodletting and Other Miraculous Cures(Lam), Cryptonomicon and the Baroque trilogy (Stephenson).
Literature - Shakespeare, Dantes Inferno, Le Morte d'Arthur, Hemingway, and various poets (everything from Paradise Lost to the Tao te Ching).
Nonfiction - Chinese histories (various), Hunter S Thompson compilations, Shake Hands with the Devil (Dallaire), and tons and tons of field guides - including my favorite: Invasive Species of the Pacific Northwest. One of my favorite books ever is my old biology textbook, which is one of the clearest, most user-friendly, densest books I've ever had the pleasure of owning - Biology 8th, Campbell and Reece.
Various 'popcorn' thrillers and bad SF/Fantasy novels.

Movies:
The Fountain.
Sunshine.
Pans Labyrinth.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
Heat.
No Country for Old Men.
The new Star Trek was pretty good too.

Television:
Firefly.
Buffy.
Supernatural.
Mystery Science Theatre 3000.
Mythbusters.
Any sort of science programing. I grew up watching Cosmos like an addict.

Current Music:
Explosions in the Sky
Godspeed You! Black Emperor
Amon Tobin
Smog/Bill Callahan
Murder by Death
Russian Circles
The Red Sparrowes
The Mountain Goats
boy eats drum machine
Guidance Counselor
The Builders and the Butchers<- like my favoritest ever.
Lucero
Uncle Tupelo
The Advantage
Hybrid
El Ten Eleven
Boards of Canada
The Pixies
Radiohead
Zoe Keating
Beirut.
MC Hawking
MC Chris

I have a notable weakness to anything with a country-ish twang and indie sensibilities. New Country makes me deeply angry, but stuff like Lucero and B&B and, say, anything Rockabilly/Psychobilly will make me grin like an idiot and consider dancing.

Note: I do not dance. Usually.

Food:
I am the least picky person I know. The only thing I have an active aversion to is Thai peanut sauce and overly spicy things.

I do have a freakish love of mushrooms and strong cheeses. Also, fried things. But who doesn't love those?

1. My phone. My friends are so widely spaced in Portland and the rest of the country that if I didn't have SMS, I'd hardly hear from some people, if at all.

2. Books. Hundreds of 'em.

3. Coffee. I am not human without it.

4. Beer. It's not worth being human without it.

5. Bemused wonder at the world around me.

6. My friends. The bastards.

Career goals.

Analyzing and parsing.

Wishing I knew the names of everything.

Lately, r^2 has come up a lot.

Working on math homework, followed by - potentially - beer. Possibly with friends, more probably at home, with a good book or the Journal of Wildlife Management. I am mostly entirely done with the whole get-fucked-up-on-the-weekend thing.

Mostly.

I am slowly becoming a closet hipster after working on Fall of the House, this crazy little staged sitcom I run the lights for. Shit is contagious, man.

I actually prefer cheap beer most of the time.

My living situation is pretty much fantastically shitty.

I have a really terrible habit of making fun of social sciences majors. I can't help it.

You enjoy speaking with someone who can, in the same conversation, enthusiatically discuss the Metabolic Theory of Ecology, THAC0, how he fell down stairs and broke his ankle in three places and ripped the tendon while being completely sober, the Krebs cycle, tech theatre and how awesome it is, and whatever random bit of fluff the intenet is obsessed with (I'm on a boat!).

You should probably also think that I'm awesome.