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