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My self-summary
"Let me explain."


"No. There is too much. Let me sum up."

Amen, Inigo. How about I sum up in one word?

Let’s see. Fun-loving? Everybody's fun-loving. Who doesn't love fun? I bet Fun would get lots of messages on OKCupid. Hmm. Down-to-earth? Gravity and I do have a strong working relationship. Sometimes stronger than I'd like. Maybe...sweet? I've a tooth that is. Thoughtful? I'm filled with thoughts! Bacon? I don't see how that's relevant. Dreamy? Not really. Dreamer? Much closer. Smart? Silly? Friendly? Nerdy dorky funky funny goofy smiley grinny skinny dancy chancy wearin' pantsy sneezy breezy never sleazy now perhaps a little dizzy... One word, come on, dig deep...

I’ve got it! In a word, I'm...
What I’m doing with my life
Once, there was a wee lad. He loved to play. So when he grew up (or at least taller), he programmed games for a living. But more than that, he liked telling stories (like this one!) so on his own, he wrote. Books and screenplays and games and such. And still he played -- soccer, music, the fool around the office and the campfire. Life was pretty good.

Then, one day, he met a girl. She wasn't a princess. She wasn't in distress. And he didn't know what a damsel was until just a minute ago when he looked it up, but he's pretty sure she wasn't that either. Anyway, he met a girl. And they hit it off. And then...

Wait, hold on. The rest of the pages are blank. Odd.
I’m really good at
Writing. I hope.

Writing concisely. That's a lie.

Writing code. In case my boss reads this.

Listening. People are fascinating.

Shrugging. Not, like, the physical act. I don't fancy myself an Olympian shrugger, for that would be preposterous. (Have you seen those guys?) More like, life's a hoot for those who laugh at themselves. Embarrassing moments are just funny stories being born.

Cooking, remembering things, identifying car models, having seen Pretty Woman, knowing pop music, fitting in at dive bars...and by that, I mean I'm lousy at those things. Moving on!

Being an inverted Snickers bar: nutty on the outside, sweet on the inside. The nougat represents my tolerance for imperfect metaphors and hijacked profile questions.
The first things people usually notice about me
"Anyone ever tell you that you talk with your hands a lot?" Once or twice. I'd discuss further, but my arms are exhausted.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
"No capes!"

"My, my. Here come the Fuzz."

"I've got a bad feeling about this."

"Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things."

"And why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up."

"Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?"

"'Cause how you get there is the worthier part."

"I think I'm quite ready for another adventure."

"Oh yeah. It's all coming together."

"To infinity, and beyond!"

"As you wish."

"It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to."
Six things I could never do without
The color green
Instant pancake mix
Sharp pencils and fresh paper
"What if...?"
Counting to six
I spend a lot of time thinking about
The future. See, Future's buddies have neat names. Past is lucky because his name sounds like "passed," which helps him explain himself at parties. Present tells everyone her name also means "gift," which is way clever, and shows up on status updates and bumper stickers. But Future? He got a weird name that barely even shows up in Scrabble. So I propose that Future should at least get a sweet nickname, like "Possibility Gumbo" or "Dreamville."

That's the least I could do for my pal Future, given all the dynamite stuff I hope he has on deck. Good health, good friends, bad jokes. A job that's a blast. A wife who I still can't believe is as crazy about me as I am about her. Enough money to avoid its stresses. A summer cabin on a lake. And, also, life -- maybe adventures, maybe kids, maybe some of both.

Man, Dreamville. You're pretty cheesy, but you totally kick ass.
On a typical Friday night I am
Close your eyes. Imagine...

The sinful scent of theater popcorn

The rhythmic wheezing of a bicycle pump

The thunderous chants of the ECS at kickoff

The quiet cacophony of that hole-in-wall Italian place

The mischievous clatter of dice and pieces and chips and snacks

The fuzzy warmth of a mug clutched through a fleece blanket

The taste of grass a few feet short of a fallen Frisbee

That gut soreness from laughing to tears at the transcendent wonder of Bad Action Movie Friday: Vin Diesel Double Fiesel
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Ticklish. Like, seriously.
You should message me if
You're "real," but in no real rush; you're warm, and you felt a spark; you're maybe a tad hesitant, but what the hell, you're willing to roll the dice and carpe a little diem. (Or if you can guess all the movie quotes. Or if you want the answer key.) Cheers!
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