I pride myself on giving short shrift to specifics here.

But, and anyway: If you want to imagine who I am, this profile is not a bad jumping-off point.

This is version 1.8 of me, and is the most stable release. Changes since version 1.7 are mostly that I took a few jokes out. They were funny but I was tired of them. Version 1.9 will have new jokes.

Only experienced users are invited to write and apply to join the beta program. Version 2, the new release candidate, is still "buggy," in technical parlance.

(For example, the OKCupid Robot, in selecting for me a match for the Dec. 21 Mayan Calendar End of the World, went with someone who loves the Bible and Harry Porter (sic). Since the Robot is mostly infallible, I have to think the problem is on my end.)

I have answered a LOT of questions on this site publicly ... because it's fun to do. And I'd like to add these caveats to just about all my answers.

1. Just because I say I might doesn't mean I would.
2. I reserve the right to change my mind.
3. It depends.

And I will assume the same on your behalf. Reading the answers to questions -- and the explanations -- is much more interesting than reading the profiles.

Usually.

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At various times in my life, people have told me I look like or have even actually mistaken me for:

Peter Frampton
Gene Wilder
"That guy in the Moody Blues"
Richard Branson

I choose to believe I was being flattered.

Add Bruce Davison to the list (May 14.)

I should probably retake the "slut" test. Not that I lied, but there must be some sort of ... ummmm ... slightly more conservative version of the facts that will get my score down. As is, it perhaps describes me as I've been occasionally but not recently.

I'm aware that my frivolity can be deadly irksome to those who are here on serious relationship quests and missions.

I would like to form a support group for other people who had to memorize all the helping verbs and, years later, can still recite them effortlessly, fast enough that you can hear a sonic boom as they whoosh out. I'd hate to think that I am the only one.

Starving artist, of the writer variant. And editor. And a bit of this, that and the other. I can and do design, build and write web sites. Little ones and big ones.

I was working on a book that has rather a lot to do with dating, mating and social networking. That project is on hold.

I have been scuffling along from gig to gig, sort of like a musician except I bring my laptop instead of my guitar. Though I can play guitar, it has been many years since anyone paid me to do that.

Lately, things have been picking up.

Writing. I also talk a good game but I'd rather write. Talking wears me out faster. I'm pretty good at a lot of things, which has caused me as many problems in life as it has solved.

I am apparently not very good (by my own standards) at the IQ Adventure Test, which is annoying, but not enough to get me to take it more than twice. The variance in the results tells me that anyone who put any credence in it isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, anyway.

(OK, I admit I took it until I had a respectable score.) I did best on math, which would strike most of my friends as strange. I am really good at math but it's not something people would notice, you know?

Tall/blond. I look like I belong in Amsterdam.

My favorite book is Peter S. Beagle's "The Last Unicorn," because it is the book that made me want to become a writer. It didn't make me want to write fantasy, or fiction, or anything in particular. It simply made me aspire to write very well and to work hard to get better at it.

It also made me like the name "Molly."

I am tempted to say I'll come back to this question, but I really don't intend to.

writing.

and sex.

I have little use for the word "typical."

I think I should just leave it at that.

I'm not married, nor do I expect to be (again.)

-- You're bored and you think I'm cute. :-) Let's face it, looks matter. I have lots of friends who think I'm funny and smart (and they're wonderful) but it's much more fun to talk to someone who thinks I'm kind of hot. (Too.)

(Note: Under "I'm looking for," above, I only checked off "For new friends." Because given a bit of friendship, all other things become possible. I only do things with people I *like* if I can possibly help it. And I change the age range around at whim. I have mostly dated women within ten years of my own age. Mostly.)

I'd say that I have given up on the fantasy of meeting a hot librarian who is sort of unaware that she's hot. But it wouldn't be true. That I've given up, that is.

-- You appreciate Coraline for saying this to her Other Mother:

“I don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn't mean anything? What then?”