I'm a native Brooklynite who secretly wishes his home borough was still spelled Breuckelen. Now I live in the Upper West Side while masquerading as a mature and responsible adult. My Twitter account profile states I'm a "Long Suffering Mets Fan" and I honestly don't know what I'd do if those first two disappeared into a haze of World Series trophies.
I fervently believe that penguins should carry martini glasses with them at all times to make them seem even classier. My library is made up far too little fiction and far too many historical items. World War Two era espionage cannot have enough books written on it.
"But alone is alone, not alive"
I'm an avid reader on the Middle East post-1938. And pretty much everything else.
I live uptown. It's quiet uptown. That never used to happen before.
Shows: Angels In America, Sweeney Todd, Doctor Who, Arrested Development, Curb Your Enthusiasm, How I Met Your Mother, The Good Wife, Homeland.
Music: Crossfading WQXR and Hypem
Food: I once had a 80 dollar meal revolving around a cheeseburger. I'd probably do it again.
- My unlimited MetroCard
- Forcing people to use my middle initial (the necessary H.)
- A set of decently sharpened knives (I cook. A lot.)
- A library card
- A good burger
Would a male equivalent of the Dowager Countess be anywhere near as awesome?
Who spends the time and effort to send out copyright infringement notices against primetime broadcast television?
How is it that I can spend an entire day crafting pithy tweets and get 0 retweets off of them, and then accidentally tweet a video link without using the appropriate hashtag and receive over 1,200 RTs (including two major news sources) and 200 favorites without trying?
If the Singularity comes during my lifetime, do I want to be purely digital or have a robo-body?
(pretty much that)
You want the following: Someone to hold you too close, to hurt you too deep, to sit in your chair, to ruin your sleep, to need you too much, to know you too well, to pull you up short, and put you through hell. Someone you have to let in, whose feelings you spare, who, like it or not, will want you to share a little, a lot.
But ultimately: Someone to crowd you with love, to force you to care, to make you come through, who'll always be there, as frightened as you, of being alive.
-You think bowties are not only cool, but legitimate fashion objects
-You understand the difference between a penguin infatuation and a penguin obsession
-You understand that keeping data backed up in multiple sources is one of the most important things you can do
-You think taking an 11 hour train ride to Montreal for no good reason is an awesome idea
-You are brilliant, gorgeous, driven, and more than mildly intimidating (might as well set the ideal out)
-You think spending Friday night at a gay bar belting showtunes is fun/completely understandable (sup Marie's Crisis)