Martian says, "someone write a self-summary for me."

Erin says, "marty is a grumpy dictator-in-exile"

Erin says, "he likes wimminz, booze, and mass destruction"

Amy says to Martian, "Marty is a cheerfully crotchety alien dictator (in exile). He likes appletinis, things that glow, and nubile female flesh."

Amy can't really get past the booze or the women.

Amy says to Martian, "but you ARE crotchety. with style and panache."

What else is there to say? I'm a professional web engineer/developer. I've worked at Amazon.com and PopCap Games. I'm straight, poly, and into sci-fi. I own far more media than is reasonable, and more computers than is sane. I'm in multiple relationships of various seriousness, one of which involves a house. Anything else you want to know, it's probably best to message me, I'm happy to answer.

You can also find me as 'tithonium' on livejournal and twitter.

Tangentially, I'm getting a little irked with okcupid's constant grading down of the completeness of my profile. Do I really need to maintain yet another blog /here/, on a dating site? I have four others elsewhere. How does making up random crap to post here make me any more interesting to a potential suitress? I got bored answering increasingly inane and poorly written questions years ago (I had actually answered every question available, at one point), ditto with tests. The good ones aren't worth wading thru the bad ones to find anymore. So, yeah, I don't know. Maybe I'm just being crotchety.

Creating various random websites as ideas pop into my head.

Slowly, so slowly, making improvements to the house.

Trying to keep up with the various information sources I follow - blogs, podcasts, etc. I manage it in bursts.

Programming. Thinking up hair-brained schemes. Forgetting things.

My hair (it's usually purple or (blond/pink/white)-with-brown-roots if I haven't redone it in a while). As of new years 2008/9, it's purple and orange and red and yellow and brown.

Red Mars, Green Mars, and Blue Mars, by Kim Stanley Robinson.

Really, anything by KSR, Brin, Bear, Bova, Benford, Asimov, Niven, etc etc etc etc. Sense a theme? Yeah, big scifi fan. And it's only gotten worse since I got the Kindle.

Listing movies I like would take far too long, but here's a sample: The American President, The Abyss, Dave, Indiana Jones, Hudson Hawk, Postman, Zero Effect.

Music is even more varied and what I prefer can change from day to day. I'm a recovering Rabid Evanescence Fanboy. I still love them, but less with the rabies.

Foods, I'm pretty boring. I grew up on fast food, so that's what I tend to like. Burgers and other crap that's bad for me. I have been doing a lot more cooking at home lately, however. I make a killer turkey stew.

A computer, a fast network connection, a cell phone, a large monitor, music, and caffeine. Lots and LOTS of caffeine.

Nothing. I rarely manage to spend much time at all thinking of a single thing. I go off on tangents and tangents to tangents and occasionally circle back to the original thought only to fly off in another direction again.

I think about the programming problems I need to solve.
I think about how I'd love to drop a really big rock from orbit onto certain places that piss me off.
I think about how I'd allocate trust funds for all my friends if I were to win the lottery.
I think about the websites I should be working on.
I think about how I'm not working on the websites I should be working on.
"Back in my day, we used tables for layout! And we liked it!"

You know. Random stuff.

Used to go out regularly on friday nights drinking with friends. Not so much anymore. Honestly, these days I'm usually at home catching up on the week's TV, or listening to a book, while writing code.

I paint my nails so that I won't bite them.

Then I forget to paint them, and have to start all over.

You feel like it? You think I'm cute? You think I'm strange? You have nothing better to do? You hate me and want me dead? (Do let me know which; that's important)

Seriously, go ahead, say hi. The worst I'll do is say hi back.