UniMelb computer science, huge nerd, Oxford comma user (sometimes), left-wingish-a-bit sorta, living in a one-bedroom flat in Armadale like the adult I'm doing a decent job at pretending to be.
Long-term goal is to get me some fancy letters behind my name and stuff, and shake those in the face of employers, taunting them until they decide to shower me in money. Or maybe academia? Not sure, but teaching/research would be cool. Mainly research, though. I couldn't teach myself out of a paper bag.
Short-term goal is to get out of bed. I am bad at getting out of bed. This is not my fault, as bed is comfy, and the world is kinda non-comfy, you know?
Beyond that... Lewd jokes, dad jokes, but not lewd dad jokes because that'd be weird. Catching public transport? Missing flu vaccinations? Are those things one can be good at? Board games. Procrastinating. Listening to podcasts while doing the dishes. Yakking on for ages about things I know nothing about. Setting off fire alarms while cooking.
But probably also the glasses. Or the hair being all foofy.
Movies: 2001: A Space Odyssey is something I'll defend to my death, even if it's a terrible film (fantastic sci-fi, terrible film). Recently saw Interstellar, though. Should you admit on dating sites that a film almost made you cry? No? Ah, shit.
Television: Hannibal unexpectedly captured my interest. Is that a red flag? Maybe. Homeland was a somewhat guilty pleasure, but it kinda got vapid in much the same way Dexter did. House of Cards, yada yada. Drama and such.
Music: The Correspondents are pretty awesome. Check 'em out. But yeah, anything that isn't, say, country death metal. LCD Soundsystem will forever hold some place in my heart, probably one of the inlet valves.
Food: I'll eat anything, but am more partial to Italian and pasta things. Mainly because I can cook it without causing a state-wide environmental hazard. Coffee is great. Coffee is also Italian. Coincidence? Nope, because I work part time in the Mob. (Don't actually work in the Mob. Organised crime is bad, kids.)
Webcomics: The girl with the fiery hair warned you about stairs, bro. Also xkcd but doesn't everyone read xkcd. It's kinda like the Garfield of this generation, I guess, except actually clever? (Hey look I'm being elitist about a newspaper comic strip, talk about low-hanging fruit!) Maybe there needs to be a distinction between xkcd-format webcomics and Gunnerkrigg Court-style webcomics.
Let's assume the sixth one is sex-related and have a good old chuckle or something about it.
If not mindlessly consuming entertainment, I'll be making pseudophillosopical tweets, or slaving away at a program or something. Or sleeping. Sleeping is great. You should try it, it comes highly recommended. By me, a career sleeper.
But not an evil goatee. A distinctly non-evil goatee. Probs needs a little sign saying "Neutral Good Goatee" above it.
Maybe the most private thing I'm actually willing to admit is that that was, in fact, a DnD reference. Within a fantasy about facial hair. My facial hair. Whelp.
(Importantly, though, don't be a dick. If you're after something long term, be aware I'm poly, yeah?)