A dry, not seldom sarcastic or snide but overall somewhat likable individual who is grumpy because it is morning and his shoulders hurt and who is unsure of the point of doing this in English but ultimately decided to as he feels like it. Hates needless political correctness but knows his manners.

(Update: it is morning no longer but the pain is still here. Woe is me.)

I'm an empty essay... for a reason!

That would be my stunning good looks, were it not for the shaggy thing that covers half my face. I might seem calm and collected, but probably am not.

Music from Rautavaara to Abba to Jarre to My Dying Bride to Death and beyond, whatever makes me feel. Feeling of rage not appreciated, hence no commercial radio, please.

All the TV shows and movies that cool people rave about. I mostly agree with them

Too many unread books, too little time - or so I keep telling myself as I get distracted by something inane.

Geeky & niche > mainstream. Last night I started Mega Man 9 and vividly remembered the reasons for already hating the series twenty years ago.

Too many devices and gadgets without which life was simpler with fewer distractions. Oh, well.

This bit is a bit oxymoronic, no?