I like to think that I make pretty good coffee.
Pixar films do something downright awful to me.
Made in Australia.
Coffee-brewer by day. Rocketeer/Designer by night.
Shoots in RAW.
I've had a fair share of misadventures which I totally do not regret in the slightest. Many of them are just plain strange and I still wonder just how I managed to land myself in them.
Should be kept as far away from real, functional rockets as possible.
Can't make eggs benedict or cumberbatch. Yeah, pretty poor play on words there.
Remarkably dull: I spend much of my free time diddling about in Photoshop, InDesign, and Macaw. Y'know, computer-type-things.
Realised recently just how much of my time has been spent playing video games, which in itself isn't so bad. It's just that I wasn't doing much else with my life, so I went ahead and deleted them all. It's a small step, but at least I'm making progress, huh? Also, I'd still beat anyone at Mario Kart regardless.
Actually, scrap that last one. I caved. I'm still rocking TF2 and KSP.
I also spend an inordinate amount chatting about sex toys, Bad Dragon typically being the subject. Not sure what to think of that.
My idea of a good time has consisted of hibernating for days on end underneath a blanket as of late.
My proudest moment was when I sent a message to a girl in a European country, who was scared about coming out to her parents. She was down in the dumps about the whole thing. I don't know what I said, but a month or two later she got back in touch with me, saying something along the lines of it being a life-changing thing, that she has accepted herself and her sexuality, and that her parents were cool with it to. I figure, no matter what wrong I may do from now on, or whatever wrong I may receive, nothing will ever make me forget that I've had such a massive impact on someone.