I'm one of the more well-rounded nerds I know.
I'm just beginning to realize why characters in dramatic situations make decisions they do (aside from plot-necessity, of course). I'm starting to appreciate the vividness and relevance and dark humor of my daydreams. They should become scenes in bad 80's films. Am I getting artsy or do I just long for Tears For Fears?
I play guitar, I read, I run (but I should run more), I think, I like to sleep (but not as long as I used to), I play games, I play with numbers, I kick soccer balls and my friend John when he appeals to entertainment value. I am biologically-clean but cluttered-messy, but I do like straightening things up once I get going on it. I have a dishwasher but it's unused; I think washing dishes by hand is meditative. I look sharp in a kilt. I just started drinking coffee. I can bullshit about how when I spilled your drink, it was actually a performance art piece pointing out the impermanence of being; I can play an uptempo, happy version of Rooster by Alice In Chains; I'll bust out some Pablo Neruda while cartwheeling.
I should be done now.
I am magnanimous, beneficent, and nerudatastic
Second, I finished up my masters in math a while ago and didn't really know what to do next, so, right now, doing some actuarial-style-yo consulting stuff, which really doesn't use any of my education in any direct or meaningful way. That's okay, though, because I'll find something new to try out soon enough.
You know, like the carnival, or the sanitation pickup industry.
Other options include riding my raw fucking talent and friend's coattails to Hollywood, forging a new school of meta-religion-philosophy (but in a cool, non-culty way. We won't take ourselves too seriously or kill people. Ice cream will be served.), writing comics (the level of comic book writing has been improving exponentially in the past 10 years), being in another band (I play guitar and, in a manner of speaking, sing).
I am apparently too multi-talented for my own good. Damn.
Working on being able to list guitar (and a smattering of other instruments) here.
Sleeping, dancing (in a plethora of ways).
And, I'm told, "scrabble." You know, the sexy kind of scrabble. And, the other sexy kind of scrabble.
Ender's Game, Kurt Vonnegut, Neil Gaiman, Garth Ennis, Pablo Neruda, lots and lots of physics and math books. You laugh, but who'll you come to the next time you need the antiderivative of a trig function?
Way too many more books to list them all.
David Lynch, The Princess Bride. Just imagine that remake. On second thought, don't.
Labyrinth, Mirrormask, Donnie Darko, lots of animated things. Run Lola Run, Lock Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels, Snatch, the Mummy, Star Wars, Garden state, Super Troopers (I was forced to watch it many times, and it really grew on me). Kevin Smith stuff, most Shakespeare.
I like cinema, I just don't re-watch films enough to have many favorites.
(TV (When I watch: ) Mythbusters, Lost, Buffy, Angel, Firefly. Arrested Development. The Daily Show and Colbert Report. Adult Swim stuff circa 2006.)
the decemberists, broken social scene, stars, feist, sufjan stevens, andrew bird, john vanderslice, colin hay, mountain goats, athenaeum, midlake, john vanderslice, andrew bird, spoon, wolf parade,
lcd soundsystem, st. germaine, frou frou, morcheeba, m.i.a., jay-z, nas, wyclef jean, lauryn hill, atmosphere, eminem, outkast, the go! team, moby, gorillaz, mogwai, idlewild, wilco, regina spektor, fugazi,
U2, counting crows, incubus, coheed&cambria, cake, death cab for cutie, the cure, songwriters, AC/DC, Radiohead, rush, rage against the machine, random crap
Pizza, Thai, Japanese, tiramisu (I make a mean 'misu - it's worth hanging out with me just for a bite), trying new foods.
I depend greatly on my laptop and phone, but I could survive without them. My guitar is very therapeutic, I would miss it greatly. My skillet is both good for cooking and whacking zombies, so that's right up there. I'll leave a couple open just in case of emergency.
what happens next.
anything herein has made you smile and you think you might not mind talking to a decent looking, tall, smart fella with a surprise or two (maybe even a tricky ferret!) up his sleeve.