Also, I work out, cook and bake at home whenever I get the chance, hike out into the woods to find quiet places to read in a hammock, explore new areas when the opportunity arises, travel whenever I can, drink good beer, play games that occur within the space of a tabletop with the company of others, and generally do whatever I can to stay curious.
I enjoy cooking and baking, and I can churn out a respectable dinner for four fairly easily. Much of it revolves around southern cooking, which isn't a surprise given that I'm from Georgia and spent most of my life in that region.
Much of my youth was spent in martial arts classes, and I was always pretty adept at that. It translated into dancing later in life, which I'd like to get back into -- Argentine tango was my favorite, but I danced casino salsa, too.
I've had this weird thing with movies of late: I don't go see them and I don't watch them all the way through on Netflix. The ones I've seen, I'll pick through and find the bits I like, but it's rare that I watch a newer movie from start to finish. Older movies that I'll always finish, though: "The Mask of Zorro," "The Mummy," "The Thirteenth Warrior," "Aliens," "Casablanca," Star Wars episodes IV-VI, and any of the original Indiana Jones flicks.
Same thing with shows: if I make it through an entire season, it's a miraculous occasion. Lately, I've really enjoyed a couple of the British mystery shows online, and I started "One Punch Man" and thought it was enjoyable. One exception to all this, though, is the first season of "True Detective." Holy. Shit. Yes.
I only listen to country when I'm driving and alone. I listen to hip hop and classical when I cook; 90s grunge and alt rock when I'm shaving or on the way to work; a mixture of dubstep, southern Gothic rock, classical, and varied rock when I work out; and podcasts pretty much any time of the day. I listen to podcasts more than normal people watch television, I think.
Food is good. All food has its place. Except flan, which is of the devil and not welcome at my table. Also, if you try to serve me a pizza with pineapple on it, I will eat it and smile, and judge you when you're not looking. Probably never trust you again, too.
... because, here, you can have my piña colada and I'll take the margarita, and you know we should really get out of these wet clothes. Shall we?