I move around a lot. By 'around' I mean 'to the other side of the the solar system' and by 'a lot' I guess I mean every twenty five minutes.
Generally I'm pretty quiet, but I can laugh, and I figure I've usually got enough confidence to get by. Sometimes I attempt to compensate for my imposing size by acting meek and small. Sometimes I overdo this.
My progress in my professional/academic life is often hindered by my ability to throw myself wildly into the extracurricular. Usually that means martial arts. Or at least something that will cause me massive injury.
In January of 2050 I returned to Britannia Prime. I try not to spend too much time there, but it's somewhere to call base. All of it belongs to me and I'm making some changes, so I'm happy with it for now.
As may have become apparent I am a huge dork.
Que? Donde estan los caballeros? Que dices? No te preoccupes. Chingada!
Apparament ce truc veut que je reponds en francais aussi, mais franchement ca me lasse un peu d'inventer n'importe quoi juste pour satisfaire un ordi.
Throwing people across rooms.
Recalling obscure facts about cartoons and comics.
Being injured on a semi-regular basis.
Pretty much anything by Peter F Hamilton
Snow Crash - Neal Stephenson
Narcissus and Goldmund - Hermann Hesse
Tom Yum Goong/Warrior King/The Protector. Deal with it.
The Last Samurai
Enter the Dragon
Things that involve Batman.
...and so on and so on...
Everything ever. As long as it's not too loud (Seriously, just turn the volume down). Particular fondness for video game remixes, epic soundtracks, and a select number of bands that I hesitate to admit to enjoying.
Sushi. This seems much more mainstream than when I first wrote it.
Coffee, Movement, Hans Zimmer, The Verge, Song, Pens.
As an extension of this disclosure I know nearly every page of Dragonball by heart. In French. Don't ask me why it's in French.