Nobody ever called me docile, demure, or deferential. That said, for the most part I'm not interested enough in humanity at large to be arrogant, condescending, or domineering. Demonstrably, I favor the Oxford comma.

People are often confused or offended by how little I care about their opinions of me; it's nothing personal, I just usually have no reason to. I'm generally immune to social awkwardness, which is convenient for me, since I can sometimes perceive it and I seem to encounter a lot of it. I find that most of it is created by people who expect it.

I'm in Boston for a master's degree in Contemporary Improvisation at the New England Conservatory of Music. Sounds very fancy, but it's pretty much learning how to figure out what I want to do with my life. I don't really see the need for long-term goals. Everything's worked out unreasonably well for me without them so far.

Singing. That's what my undergrad was in.
Pronouncing things. That's what my other degree was in (Linguistics).
Writing. I do it a lot.
Copyediting. Five years of pro practice (but rarely on my own writing).
Drawing. It's mostly involuntary. Dragons, cats, people, lutes.
Wireworking. Chainmail, jewelry, sculptures of tiny trees.
Acting. Frequent hobby in undergrad, miss it a lot here in Boston.
Massage. My roommates are frequently incapacitated with delight.

Depending on where they look, it'll be my hair (it's purple and green, and has been for over a year), my feet (I detest wearing shoes, I detest it with a grinding, scabrous odium), or my tail (I wear it nearly more often than I wear shoes).

Reading is my default free-time activity, so it's hard to narrow things down. If favorites can be determined by frequency of rereading and motivation to bring them with me to grad school, I suppose this is the list:
McCaffrey, Pern and Crystal Singer books
Norton & Lackey, Elvenbane books
Rawn, Dragon Prince and Dragon Star books
Goldman, Princess Bride
Keyes, Blackgod and Waterborn
Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land
Pullman, His Dark Materials
Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits
Gaiman & Pratchett, Good Omens
Ursula Vernon, Black Dogs
Sam Starbuck, Nameless
Herriot, all those vet books

So the bent is towards the anthropological fantasy end of the fantasy/sci-fi spectrum, not quite as biblically epic as Tolkien (though of course I appreciate him as a fictional anthropologist and linguist).

Before I discuss movies, I'll say there are a few TV shows I follow regularly, mostly not by legitimate means: House, Castle, the Big Bang Theory, Dollhouse, the Mentalist, the New Who and Torchwood, and Glee. Some of my favorites which are no longer on the air are Firefly (naturally), the Sorkin days of the West Wing, the reimagined Battlestar Galactica, Black Books, HBO's Rome (partially because my Latin teacher watched it and it was hilarious to discuss the explicit happenings with an equally enthusiastic octogenarian lady), Pushing Daisies, Moonlight (such fun to mock lovingly), and the usual geeky plethora of shows beginning with Star (most of the Treks, all of the Gates, and moving on to our next category, the old Wars).

Movie-wise, I live under a rock to some degree. Even movies that really impress me while I'm watching them I tend not to remember very well, with a few exceptions, the most thoroughly time-tested of which are these: Lion King (possibly still my favorite ever), Disney Robin Hood (I had the biggest crush on him till I was maybe ten... still love the movie), Stargate (James Spader was my next indelible crush; give me a linguist-archaeologist geek with glasses over a swashbuckling whip-wielder anyday), the Princess Bride (obviously), Spinal Tap, Galaxy Quest, Babe, Iron Man, LotR, Monsters, Inc., A Knight's Tale, and Dr. Horrible. Which incidentally, impressed me so much with the studio-paradigm-shifting ideal (and the amount of fun everyone who participated was clearly having) that I wrote, produced and directed a sci-fi musical of my own just because I was so jealous.

Which brings me to music. It's a big deal to me. I'm a musician, and something of a musical hedonist. One of the things I find most agreeable in a friend is a tolerance for being made to listen to lots and lots of music.

I don't care about the common-practice period (basically, from Bach to Beethoven). I love super-early music (Medieval and Renaissance), and the Romantic-period onwards. I worship Rachmaninoff, Bernstein, Barber, Debussy, Stravinsky, Fauré, and Shostakovich. However, in some ways, I'm utterly ignorant; I don't know much about popular music after 1986, for example (besides Rufus Wainwright, as whom I'd like to be reincarnated but without all the drug issues). That doesn't mean I hate everything else; I'll try anything once. But boy can I wail along hardcore with the majority of classic rock. Zep, the Who, the Doors, Pink Floyd, Heart, Queen, Billy Joel, Boston, the Doobie Brothers, Clapton, Procol Harum, Jefferson Airplane, Lynyrd Skynyrd, the Moody Blues...

Food, I am mostly indifferent to. I can appreciate quality, but don't need it. Mostly just seems a waste, since it disappears and you have to eat again soon. Can't deal with spicy. Meat and cheese are preferred. Especially cheese. And meat. Oh, and ice cream.

Hearing. For music. It's the thing, man.

I think that's actually it. Aside from the obvious, like air and sustenance and shelter. I don't like to think in terms of "never", because people have done without and flourished in almost every imaginable circumstance, and I'm not easily bored. No computer? I read. No book? I draw or write. No pencil? I sing. No voice? I think. No brain? I watch the world go by and marvel at it. No eyes? I listen.

how awesome everything is. I'm not kidding. Look at your hand sometime. Anatomy is superbly interesting, as well as aesthetically jaw-dropping. Look at a leaf. Listen to the overtones that whistle over the top of an 18-wheeler starting up. Experience is inherently miraculous. Anything is fascinating if you pay enough attention.

Which I do. Concentration, whether in rehearsal, on a book, movie, or show, or just conversation, is important to me. Half-assed anything rubs me the wrong way.

not necessarily doing anything different from any other night. Schedule varies; rehearsal, study, good book, chat with the roommates, out to a concert, could be anything. I don't do the bar or club scene, though. Too many uninteresting people, too much smoke and alcohol (no moral objections, it just makes me gag, even cooked off in food).

I'm easily annoyed, and though I'm not over-invested in politeness or tact, I'll usually just retreat and ignore rather than address it. People I get along with tell me I'm not hard to get along with. I feel pretty misanthropic sometimes, so I don't see how this could possibly be true, but I guess they'd know better than I would.

you're so inclined. I'm not really looking for something. This is more of a lark than anything, but if you suppose we'd hit it off, I'm game.