Let's go rock climbing.
Actually let's not; that sounds horrible!! Let's go dancing instead.
I go swing dancing twice a week, assuming I can't find anyone to play a board game about managing monasteries in the 14th century.
Trying to find that ideal mix of principle and pragmatism and the perfect balance of exploration and exploitation.
The amount of beet juice I drink should probably be measured in cubic light years.
Loading a dishwasher.
Making dope mixes in the White Noise app.
Eating 1200+ bananas in a year.
A Confederacy of Dunces
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
Transformers - the Movie (1986)
Time - Electric Light Orchestra
California - Mr. Bungle
Melody's Echo Chamber - Melody's Echo Chamber
Gramatik - Beatz & Pieces, Vol. 1
Bloom - Beach House
Ora et Labora
Also playing a shit ton of Spades lately, and recently discovered the nirvana that is Telephone Pictionary
Final Fantasy Tactics
Resident Evil 3 Nemesis
I think it would be great to have kids. Seriously, if we're going to prevent the idiocracy from ever coming to fruition, one of the best things we can do would be for us to raise up our own little army of smart, awesome humans to help carry the torch.
On the other hand, having children means sacrificing a huge amount of freedom, so not having kids also sounds pretty appealing. Think of all the extra vacations we could go on!
The main takeaway here is that I'm open (and enthusiastic) about both possibilities. Really, on this front, the path I go down will depend a lot on you.
On the Weather:
I'll be blunt - I am not a giant fan of sunshine. I am far from a lethargic, pallid, basement-dweller, but when I am in the sun, I feel weak and sluggish almost immediately. The only exception is when it's one of those clear, but very cold days. They're rare, but the crisp air is generally enough to compensate.
I feel most alive on gloomy, overcast days, and I love rain and snow. There isn't much to miss about my formative years in Maine, but getting three feet of snow in a week is one of them. The ice storm of 1998 was one of the most thrilling experiences of my entire life.
Will I go hiking with you? Sure, if there are hailstones and/or blizzards involved.
UPDATE (7/2016): Ugh, fine - I actually am starting to like the sun. What's happening to me?
On A First Date With Me:
Despite the potential for some of the most awkward moments in one's life, I actually really like going on dates. By nature, I'm articulate and even-keeled, but if I like you, you'll be able to figure it out pretty quickly because I'll barely be able to put a sentence together and will probably drink like ten glasses of water in the frame of half an hour.
I used to think that this was something that I needed to work on, but I've decided to embrace this side of myself full on. Why? To be honest, it feels good to be excited about someone - even if it means that you end up picking up and putting down random items on the table many times in a row. It's also rewarding to grow comfortable around someone over time and eventually shed that neurotic skin. Hey, maybe you have your own first date quirks as well. Let's both bring 'em to the table and let them bounce off each other.
Sure, it's nice to find common ground, but I don't harbor any illusions that our interests/hobbies are going to align 100%, or even 10%. I think that relationships are at their healthiest when both parties don't lose hold of their individuality and independence.
In the very excellent film 'High Fidelity', John Cusack's character says that "what really matters - is WHAT you like, not what you ARE like." I don't buy this even a little. To claim that two people can't fall in love just because they don't have the same taste in music? Rubbish.
I mean, I know it's just a movie.
The point is - let's have our own things that are important to us, while still being important to each other.
You think that visiting an animal sanctuary sounds like a swell date idea.
You think that going to watch a show entitled 'Competitive Erotic Fan Fiction' doesn't seem like a terrible idea.
You hate 'Settlers of Catan' as much as I do. (just kidding - this is not actually possible)
You'd not describe yourself as "scabby".
You're not unnerved by silence. It's nice to just be sometimes, ya know?
You're looking to build something great. I'm kind of into builders of all sorts.
If you have 'sarcasm' listed as one of your hobbies (sadly, like 40% of the profiles on here), I am going to assume that you are really kinda boring.
You don't have gauged ears. God those things smell like shit.
Finally: This may sound silly, but is actually really important - if you make loud smacking noises with your lips when you chew, we are not going to work out. Ditto if you drown yourself in gnarly chemical-smelling perfume.