If it were possible for our union to produce offspring, our progeny would be gifted and physically beautiful-- with robust immune systems and the ability to effortlessly outcompete lesser children. I am, however, sterile. My breeding friends complain that I am not doing my part to [crowd out the stupid peoples' genes with my resplendent alleles|Engineer the master race|Spawn the Kwisatz Haderach], but I have nightmares about children interfering with my consistently improving life. I have too much to do and only so many decades. I would rather be the weird uncle to my friends' kids.
I bought my piece of paper from the University of Michigan. I have an appropriately named BS in Cell and Molecular Biology with a minor in Philosophy. After spending a couple of Lovecraftian years in research, I opted for sanity and its associated career change.

I work an IT job at a major research institute. I run my own company after hours. I hope it will transition from being an expensive hobby to becoming a lucrative venture, funding the worst excesses of a Courvoisier-soaked, blingtastic, rap video cliche lifestyle. In my spare time, while people around me practice Ashtanga yoga, I've been tipping over less frequently. Recently, I've been learning how to fall off a surf board more slowly. For the past three years I've studied Chen style Tai Chi Chuan (or "taijiquan" to the cognoscenti who prefer pinyin to Wade-Giles). I intend to continue this martial arts practice for several decades as I become a truly frightening old man.
When I do a quick mental tally, I exercise for about 15-18 hours a week. I consider the pursuit of a physical discipline (or several) to be important and fulfilling.

Deflecting compliments. Keeping busy. Standing in place for unreasonable amounts of time. Logic. Analysis. Overanalysis. Mixing martinis. Fighting games and first-person shooters. Writing emails, essays, and rants but not stories. Avoiding the interrogating glare of the camera lens.

People comment on my nice teeth and merciless self-criticism.

Let's start with food. I generally like Asian, Indian, mid-eastern, near-eastern, Mediterranean, and some East African food. I don't eat meat from animals without backbones-- as succulent and tasty as they may be. I am especially fond of octopi and, consequently, am greatly saddened when they are cooked for food.
There are a few TV series for which I have affection: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Especially about 3rd Season and on), Firefly (and other selections from the Whedonverse), the first seasons of True Blood and Dexter, Cowboy Bebop, Stargate (Universe, these days), Ghost in the Shell, Vision of Escaflowne, and I grew up with Star Trek:TNG. There's more to this list, but it will have to come later.
Here's a few good movies that come to mind: Jacob's Ladder, Brazil, Twelve Monkeys (the only movie to get time travel right), Blade Runner (The Final Cut), The Empire Strikes Back (the original laserdisc version), Donnie Darko (Director's Cut), Boondock Saints, Lawrence of Arabia, and Primer. I'll doubtless add to this list.
I love Underworld's "Second Toughest in the Infants", Aphex Twin's "Selected Ambient Works, Vol 2", Massive Attack's "Mezzanine", Everything But the Girl's "Walking Wounded", The Orb's "Pomme Fritz", Radiohead's "OK Computer", Cocteau Twins' "Tiny Dynamine", and more by acts such as Orbital, Hooverphonic, Tricky, TV on the Radio, DJ Shadow, Juno Reactor, Fiona Apple, Hybrid, Zero 7, Hooverphonic, William Orbit, Beth Orton, and Single Gun Theory.
In the interface between poetry and music, I quite like Material's "Seven Souls", and Talvin Singh's treatment of "The Road to the Western Lands"-- both featuring William S. Burroughs.
The most recent book I finished was Pollan's "Omnivore's Dilemma". "Godel Escher Bach" sits on my nightstand (which is hard to get through when you work until midnight every night). One of my favorite books is Niccolo Machiavelli's "The Prince", which I consider a delight of rational thought. I finished a translation of the Bhagavad Gita recently. You'll probably already have determined that I'm a fan of Frank Herbert's "Dune" series. I also like William Gibson, Neal Stephenson (specifically "The Diamond Age"), and Neil Gaiman. I honestly don't remember most of the books I've read and liked.

Time alone. Sunlight, unobscured by clouds. Enough room to practice form. Enough water to shower, bathe, and swim. Writing implements. Time with a friend.

I could go on at length about the things I'd miss terribly, but could technically could do without. A computer connected to the internet would be near the top of the list, as would spicy foods, and chocolate-- incomparable chocolate.

The future, how amazing it could be, and how horrifying it actually will be if we don't make a quick 90 degree turn in the lurching ship of our cultural inertia. I think about my shop, which mostly involves the day-to-day operational minutiae, but includes arching plans for how to make the future cooler, and somewhat more survivable in spite of our biology.
I spend a lot of time thinking about practicing Tai Chi.
I spend a lot of time wishing that I could split off clones to send off to become immersed in different projects and pursuits, only to reintegrate the experiences into a coherent whole at the end of the day.
I think about how I hope technology and medical science will be able to replace every piece of me as I age, so I can continue to learn and improve. I wonder what kind of world would result from mature, experienced minds in unlimited bodies.

Working at my business, at home recovering, or making a perfunctory appearance at some party I don't really want to attend.

If I were willing to admit it here, wouldn't that make it "public" rather than "private"? If so, it would be logically impossible for me to admit a "private" thing here.

On a totally unrelated subject, I can be, at times, somewhat pedantic.

...You've laughed at anything I've written and suspect you could make me laugh too, message me. If you lead a similarly busy and productive life, and would like to share its periphery, or maybe more.