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My self-summary
I believe that the meaning of life has something to do with the number seven. I have a fascination with toasted breakfast foods. I critique strangers' grammar. I laugh inappropriately at scary movies. What knowledge I have is mostly useless trivia. I cannot order from delis. I find clever wordplay funnier than any other form of comedy. Flying stinging insects scare me to death, as do automatic car washes. I leave the last serving of food in its container until I have to throw it away. I avoid unprotected left turns whenever possible. I have a deep-seated hatred of Elmo matched only by my love for Grover. Steven Colbert has stolen my "afraid of bears" shtick. I find pretzels to be very tasty, yet cannot understand the allure of Oreos. I am emotionally invested in the outcome of University of Oklahoma football games.
What I’m doing with my life
At the moment, mostly working. I've found that the best way that I can keep myself going day in and day out is to entirely fill my time with interesting projects, puzzles, and company.
I’m really good at
Trivia. Computer stuff. Getting cats and small children to like me. Covering fear with humor and self-aggrandizement. Making gravy. Speaking intelligently on feminist and anti-capitalist topics. Being consistent. Helping people out in the middle of the night.
The first things people usually notice about me
"My eyes?" "My smile?" These seem cliche. More likely that I am in possession of the expected number of limbs. No more, no fewer.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
I have dozens. Here are the top of each:

Book - Cat's Cradle - Vonnegut
Movie - American Beauty
Show - The West Wing
Music - Simon and Garfunkel (specifically The Boxer)
Food - Italian
Six things I could never do without
1. My cat
2. My family
3. My phone
4. My computer
5. Clever wordplay
6. Distraction
On a typical Friday night I am
Working late, then out at a local bar chatting with people, listening to music, and getting ready to watch football on Saturday.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I sold out in the winter of 2003-2004. My anti-capitalist sentiments weren't keeping my cat warm. I've had a bunch of corporate, soul-crushing jobs ever since, and I'm torn about it.
You should message me if
You think your wit can merge well with mine.
The two of us