I'm Rob. I've been back in Denver for about six months. I've lived here before. Before that, Wyoming. Now I have a real job, and I'm back! I was a sailor once. I never spent any time on a boat. Lived in Japan for four years. No, I didn't learn much of the language. Yes, 35 year-old Rob does want to build a time machine, go back, and have a chat with 25 year-old Rob about that.
Personality-wise, my Myers-Briggs letters are INFJ. If you're not down with MB, that's cool. I'm not totally sure I'm convinced either.
I guess some things I do in my spare time might be considered a little "square". Think computer-based activities. I've totally thrown 20-sided dice in anger. I think spaceships and robots are cool. See that picture where I'm sipping the beer? I'm wearing a full set of storm trooper armor that I constructed out of cardboard and duct tape. Pretty cool, right?
Ahem! Manly shit! yeahhh... uhhhhh... Let's see.... I can totally drive a forklift. Also, I'm happy to report that every single time I've wielded a chainsaw nothing scary has happened! That's a plus, right? I spent way too much time in the boy scouts as a lad, so I suppose I have skills in things like; pitching tents, reading maps, using a compass, starting fires, and helping old ladies cross the street.
So last year I got a cat. Not more than one like that stinky sidebar likes to imply with it's plural expressions. I wasn't really in the market, but apparently if you stand around in one place long enough, a homeless cat will come find you.