If that's what you're up for, maybe this could be a Thing.
When I'm not worrying about that, I go on long walks, I spend time with my friends and loved ones, and I write.
I've been told I'm a good curator; I enjoy helping people find things (books, music, movies, or whatever) that they'd enjoy. Criticism is something I've done for money in the past and might do again in the future.
I think I'm pretty good at keeping my cool in rough situations, but that honestly seems like something that someone else would have to judge.
I try to treat people with respect and empathy and I think - I hope - that I do a good job of it.
People who haven't seen me in a while are noticing that I've lost some weight, which is pleasing to mine ears; and I'm working to hear this even more. It's a work in progress, but it is in fact progressing.
Movies: The Apartment, L.A. Confidential, Metropolitan, Chungking Express, A Better Tomorrow II, masculin/feminin, The Seventh Seal, Die Hard, Robocop, Once Upon a Time In the West, Blade Runner, Chinatown, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Ottoamezzo (8 1/2), Seven Samurai, Best in Show, Lawrence of Arabia, Terminator 2, Repo Man, Moonrise Kingdom, Fargo
TV: Mr. Robot, Stranger Things, Daredevil and Jessica Jones, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Orange is the New Black, The Grinder (THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME), Parks and Recreation, Frasier, NewsRadio, Arrested Development, The Wire, Twin Peaks, the Kids in the Hall
Music: Elvis Costello, REM, The Smiths, The Cars, The Cure, Tears for Fears, New Order, The Jam, XTC, David Bowie, Bruce Springsteen, The Decemberists, Miles Davis, Tony Bennett, Aimee Mann, Kenny Rogers (no hurtful comments, please) and a smattering of classical that could stand to be expanded. Post-punk, New Wave, cool jazz, earnest power ballads, trance.
Food: Indian, BBQ, Salvadoran, sushi - and I recently discovered the joys of Polish cuisine. Now I'm really sad that we can't get good pierogies in KC (if you know a good place, please tell me!). Oh, and every month or so I need to get delicious garbage takeout Chinese or I might die. It's science.
When that starts giving me a headache, I think about how my cat's fluffy belly probably needs a rub.