I excel at ruining recipes and ordering out. I can't cook, which I sometimes forget.
I read very quickly; three or four books a week. I can type 80 words a minute, which drops to 65 on an Apple keyboard for reasons that remain a mystery. I can get your printer or router to work without really understanding how I did it. This makes me a hit at parties and college libraries.
Much to my dismay, I'm an expert in getting bird droppings off of any surface using only water and paper towels. This is my reward for rescuing my parrot from a life of pain and misery. It's OK, because he's pretty cute.
(Oh yeah, I have a parrot. His name is Dickens.)
My nose, which has been broken a few times, is crooked. Not 'mutated rutabaga' crooked. I'd like to believe it adds a certain rakish charm to my face, though I'm hardly a neutral party.
I'd like to say that the first thing people notice is my aura of warmth and gentle humor, but getting that exact wording out of someone is harder than you might think, even if you've known them for years.
My musical tastes are eclectic, but the artists getting the most time on the iPod lately are Mars Volta, the Afghan Whigs, Mastodon, Sage Francis, King Crimson, Go-C-NA, Junius, Tool, Yatsunori Mitsuda, Frontline Assembly, Ani DiFranco, Marvin Gaye, Frank Zappa, Depeche Mode, Bat For Lashes, Swedish House Mafia and The Gutter Twins.
As for movies, whatever is fine. I don't watch much television.
The fastest way to get me to eat something is if it's steak.
2) Pomegranate pips
4) The Internet
5) My laptop
6) Sugar snap peas
I firmly believe that Carl Sagan is Mr. Rogers for adults. Is that weird enough?