Thanks to television/movies from both the US and abroad as well as Google and Wikipedia, I have become incredibly cultured and well learned~. My artistic love is exercised whenever possible whether it is doodling, sculpting, or video editing. Most of it's doodling during training's and meetings at work while I am taking notes. Multitasking, I can do it. This includes texting, Facebook, and/or watching YouTube while at these trainings/meetings. Obviously I have some problems with authority [Yea...I'm a bit of a bad-ass ';..;' ].
I see as many movies as often as possible and love the movie theater [popcorn anywhere else just isn't the same, its a guilty pleasure], the list of movies is ridiculously long. I watch TV shows from here, Europe, Japan, basically whatever I can get my hands on. Its awesome seeing different cultures approach things.
Music: Lindsey Stirling, Muse, Skrillex [stop rolling your eyes!], Skindred, The Used, Mumford and Sons, Quarashi, The Seatbelts, very few rap songs and virtually no country. While I listen to mainstream I love sampling music from other countries on occasion and give everything a chance. I am all over the place with music, an experienced palate.
I am a huge glutton, devouring everything and anything without impunity [except seafood, that crap is never safe]. Whatever does not get burned off by my superhuman metabolism is usually taken care of via moonlighting as a costumed vigilante [I am not saying that I am Batman, but no one has seen us in the same room together]. I am always eating something and you will be jealous. I am looking for someone that can get past this insane jealousy and respond to my gluttony with adoration, praise, playful teasing, getting involved, or an encouragement sandwich. Food Network is my pornography and I may or may not be compelled to cook things that I see. If my metabolism ever fails me, I am ready to work out like an Olympian to continue to indulge my food habits. My well stocked kitchen should not mean that my fat stores are well stocked.
0 being an even number. [Thanks hurricane Sandy]
Bonus Round: Opening a Pillsbury Biscuit can scares the crap out of me every time. Damn that 'pop' to hell.