My australian shepherds are pretty much the coolest thing in the universe. Haven (the white one) is fully deaf, partially blind, and creepily brilliant. She makes dog training feel like honest-to-god magic sometimes. Coda (the darker) is the "clever, lovable goof" type, and the closest thing I have to a best friend. I spend a probably-unhealthy amount of time with them. Getting them was one of the stupidest decisions I have ever made, and I would not change it for the world.
I am fascinated by geek culture, but I seem to enjoy it vicariously or tangentially more than directly. I like to spend time with people who are really involved in geek culture and I like to spend time on the periphery of it, but rarely feel like comfortable actually partaking of the nerdery. That said, I play a handful of truly terrible video games that you've never heard of (yes, they're really that bad, and no, you've really never heard of them), and I can geek out about Doctor Who or Dragonriders of Pern with the best of them. I've also intermittently played a dog show simulation game for the past decade and show no signs of stopping.
My house flooded a few months back and I am currently living in a garage. I have chosen to view this as an adventure instead of a massive inconvenience. I had better be getting some srs experience points for this.
I've written novels, taught a rat to shake hands, spun yarn from dog fur and made dinosaur noises during sex (for the record: he started it). I am a proud creature, but I have a healthy dose of flailing idiot running around in my head, too. I don't like being trapped in any single worldview, be it silly or serious, masculine or feminine, old or young, hatefully misanthropic or irrepressibly idealistic. I like to play puppets with life and I adore people who will match me without question in any emotional arena we happen to stumble upon.