Anyways, I've edited this self-summary about a million times and will never be satisfied with it, which says a lot about either my perfectionism or my narcissism. Still, I get that this exercise is more about self-presentation than anything else, so I'll just start talking, and maybe somewhere in my ramblings will be something that piques your interest. If not, hey, no hard feelings.
For those of you who like fake assessments (which are what first brought me to okcupid lo those many years ago): ISFJ, Simic, Order Muppet, Slytherin. I'm nice though, honest.
OH, also: just in case you were expecting me to be this verbose all the time...I have a lot to say here (because otherwise what's the point?), but in person I'm actually pretty quiet.
Books: Fun Home, The Plague, Neurophilosophy, The Great Gatsby, The Thin Man, Dune, Moral Politics, The City & the City, Human Target, Watchmen, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Diamond Age, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Movies: Blade Runner, Clue, Lawrence of Arabia, Memento, Solaris, Star Trek II
Man I really don't watch much TV, but at various points in my life have been pretty into: Babylon 5, Columbo, Community, Cowboy Bebop, Futurama, Roseanne, The Simpsons, Star Trek (esp. TNG), Twin Peaks
(I guess this list should also include Arrested Development, Mad Men, and The West Wing, but I'm increasingly ambivalent about all three, for various reasons.)
Music: Blondie, David Bowie, Deerhoof, The Delgados, Franz Ferdinand, The Go-Betweens, Lavender Diamond, Stephin Merritt, Janelle Monáe, Neutral Milk Hotel, Of Montreal, The Pixies, Portishead, Pulp, Queen, R.E.M., The Rolling Stones, Schubert, Scissor Sisters, The Supremes, Talking Heads, The Who
Food: avocados, bacon, garlic, Indian, Japanese, lemonheads, Mexican, shellfish, weird cheese, Irish whiskey. I recently got a couple of those Vietnamese pourover coffee doodads and a squeeze bottle of condensed milk, and now it's hard for me to hold still.
It's just that there isn't really a place in my daily life right now for smelly, noisy, and/or drooly creatures who need my help to poop on the sidewalk. I'm sorry, dogs.
Update: It appears that disliking dogs is no longer a setting. You've won this round, dogs.
Also: Gents, I am silently judging you for your terrible mustache. (Ladies are a different story. Sorry, I don't make the rules.) Same if you complain about LA in your profile.