I enjoy terrible puns, riffing absurdly on over-literal interpretations of sentences, and imagining surreal motivations behind anything vaguely unexplained. I like music, movies, video and boardgames and other indoor pursuits. I'm fairly passionate about them, though, and will bore you with information pertaining thereto. I love technology and reading about science and history. I love going for drives and walks (not hikes). I have a truly excellent home theatre, but no-one to really share it with. I do absolutely kick arse at trivia though.
I play electric guitar very badly and have just started painting again a decade after design school crushed my spirit. I have some attempts at the start of a novel languishing in my Gmail "Drafts" folder. I have no dreams of success or significance, but I like mucking about for its own sake.
I should mention that I'm what's known as "high-functioning autistic". In my case much less "adorkable" than famous TV Asperger's closet-case Sheldon Cooper, and more prone to anxiety and self-loathing. I'm a bit routine-bound and have thirty black t-shirts and look exactly the same every day. I will tend to get slightly uncomfortable if asked to step out of my tiny, boring rut. I'm whatever the opposite of spontaneous is. I have sensory issues and get overstimulated in bright light, noisy places, wind and so on. I am socially awkward and oblivious unless I'm paying very careful attention, which exhausts me. I'm a cynic, curmudgeon, nihilist and misanthrope because I am vaguely aware of the rest of the human race and how on Earth could one be anything else in the face of that?