I walk a line between hopeless naïvité and clinical cynicism that you never knew existed.
I love referential humor.
I'll try to make you laugh, usually to my own detriment.
I like explaining things. Sometimes I even succeed.
I've lost innumerable hours of my life to TvTropes.
I don't believe it's possible to like something ironically.
When it comes to creativity, I do better with arbitrary constraints. There was once a 10-word story contest. After a half hour of fumbling, I decided to force myself to write it as a haiku. Bam, instant inspiration.
You know the research that suggests that mastery is achieved after ~10,000 hours of practice? I'd much rather be largely proficient with 10 things than master just one.
For the Myers-Briggs fans out there, I'm ISTJ. Staunch but socialized I, somewhat S, full-on TJ.