I am quiet. private. i don't post frequent updates about my life on twitter/facebook. I doubt i'll ever inform the world of when I am pooping. sorry if that's a turn-off (the infrequent updates, not the poop).
I eat the majority of my meals in my sleep. I will wake up in the middle of the night, walk into my kitchen, grab whatever's convenient, take it back to my bed and chow down -- barely conscious and with my eyes closed!
I actively help people out, and then feign bewilderment when they thank me. Yes, I like to play the white knight and run to people's aid. I understand that Bruce Willis' character John McClane in Die Hard turned out to be an alcoholic, poor husband and dysfunctional dad, but i swear i'm not completely one-dimensional!
I often fantasize about being in a team-player type relationship, where we would make dinner together, side-by-side. I have nightmares about coming home from work with dinner already on the table.
Seeing babies cry makes me smile. mommy won't buy you that candy? Awww! tooooo baaaad
humour: self-deprecation and hyperbole. don't be surprised if I reduce everything to ridiculously absurd proportions.
politics: I don't affiliate with any particular party; I favour a minority government and not thrilled that Harper is enjoying his current reign. I tend to get emotional over foreign affairs, global crises, attempted censorship, foreign (african) development, and the state of dictatorships. it's no surprise I wrote a poli-sci paper on zimbabwe.
Someone once told me that they 'kept an open mind'. I thought that was cool. A few years later, someone else told me that if you keep your mind wide open, your brain will fall out. I didn't particularly like that idea so much, so it's been locked shut inside my cavernous cranium ever since. it rattles from time-to-time.
I don't think I have celiac disease, but I am lactose intolerant. Monsanto isn't all that bad; it's unfortunate that the whole overpriced "whole foods" movement is under attack by pollinating, genetically modified alfalfa, but all the politics involved is so misleading that I've grown irritable for having to fact-check every claim that's being made. i.e. please -- for the love of god! -- let's have a sensible discussion on food politics, if you're into that stuff.
Also, cilantro tastes like dish soap to me. That's too bad, I heard great things about it!
The serious: I'd consider myself a skeptic, and non-believer of anything wacky or supernatural; that includes a wide variety, from alternative medicine (homeopathy, acupuncture, chiropractic) to mystical thinking (psychics, horoscopes, and astrology). If you -- put 'it's fun to think about' beside your astrological sign; compare your sign with mine, seeking compatibility; use it to determine my personality; or simply idolize your magic eight-ball, then please move on. I'm actually astonished that it is the 21st century and people are still quite amused by this branch of pseudoscience. having said that, my active stance on the subject has waned from argumentative to blatant avoidance.
For those who might say, "..but Rich, it's not hurting anyone!" Yes it is true, but I have bore witness to people dedicating their lives to a lie, and also confiding in psychics, who in turn, dictate how their lives should play out (i.e. they play god). it is this dishonesty that I abhor.