Having fallen for the money trap that is contemporary academia, I've retreated back to my homeland to eke out survival. I've also considered fleeing to Canada because, as Mr. Bowie put it best, "I'm afraid of Americans."
Also, Myers and Briggs told me I'm INTP, if you're into that kind of thing.
So, unfortunately, I've decided I no longer want to save the world, at least not on the grand scale I originally intended to. [Sorry world, tough break.] Instead, most of my focus has been dedicated to loving the people around me and fostering care in my community. My secret dream is to be a rainbow-flavored Doug Stamper, bringing the powers that be one step closer to world domination with careful planning and nefarious deception, except with love and understanding and stuff.
I also have this thing called caring. It tends to project to the entire human race and often interferes with my dastardly plots (So, I'm really good at not evil, I guess).
I tend to learn very quickly when I take things seriously, but I have a tendency to not take things very seriously. Also, I'm double-jointed; I can make a frog face with my hands; and I can make bird calls using only my human head.
"Quiet" comes up fairly consistently as well.
But I often suspect the average stranger-from-afar finds me melancholy. Once, when I met with a doctor for the first time, he came through the door and joyfully greeted me. I returned the greeting. He then hesitated and asked, with complete sincerity and sympathy, "Do you not smile?" So, although I'm actually quite caring, I have the aura of a dementor with resting bitch face.
Movies: If someone mentions Evil Dead/Army of Darkness, they are automatically my friend. I would consider having sex with someone if they managed to work "Klaatu barada Nikto" into a conversation. That aside, I can be a bit snobby about movies, and I tend to favor the "critically acclaimed", though I love a good cult movie. To name a few: Let the Right One In; Oldboy; Synecdoche, New York; the original Star Wars trilogy; LoTR; anything by The Coen Brothers and most of Kubrick; many more wonderful movies; and many very, very wonderfully bad movies (See MST3K reference bellow).
Shows: In the not too distant future (about next Sunday A.D.), somewhere in time and space (down in Deep 13), I've joined Joel, Mike Nelson, and their robot crew on their endless chase; I've learned most of my life lessons from Jeri Blank; I've peered into the now forgotten bucket of truth; I support the Bluth family; and wubalubadubdub. I am down with Finn and Jake; with Mal Reynolds, Bill Adama, Jack O'Neil, the Leviathan Moya et respective crews; and with Frank Underwood, Walter White, Daenerys Targaryen, and Piper Chapman. There was also a doctor I met a few times, but I never caught his name.
Music: I only have a few bands to offer, those being: Animal Collective, The Black Keys, The Dead Weather. Please note their bluesy feel. My favorite song is "Maggot Brain" by Funkadelic, but the true theme to my heart's ceaseless drum is "Danse Macabre". Also, I know a few musicians, some of them up and coming. Once, I even reunited Brain Chase with his old roommate.
Games: I honestly feel that game based narratives are under appreciated in the writing community, and I have come to very much appreciate story based games and games that try to change the way we look at narrative, such as Portal/Mass Effect/Skyrim/Fez/etc.
Also: DoTA, Magic: The Gathering, D&D (Pathfinder)
Food: I love food. If there is food in front of me, I am compelled to eat it. That is my primary requisite: proximity. I make Indian foods, Italian foods, Lebanese foods. Basically, if it's in our around the fertile crescent, I want to make it. In other words, I craft the foods of our ancestors and absorb their ancient powers.
and other people to do math for me.