I'm a solder monkey, repairing & upgrading little metal doohickeys. Not bad, I get paid for keeping things out of landfills. These doohickeys are what keep Cable TV & Internet signals strong over long distances . . . so if you subscribe to Comcast, there's a fair chance that you're viewing this very webpage through a unit that I personally have worked on.
Technically, I live with my dad, although since I pay the rent & he just contributes to the bills, it would be more correct to say that he lives with me. (In case you're wondering, he's 77 and retired.) Then there's Wooster, who goes hurtling around like a ballistic doofus. The 3 of us rattle around in a house too big for us, on a yard WAY too big for us--with a much smaller yard, I'd be tempted to plant something, but this Back 40 is just far too intimidating. In my Copious Free Time (tm), I read books (ALL the books), play computer games (mostly those that are either old-school, like StarCraft I and Baldur's Gate I & II, or those that just look old-school, like Dwarf Fortress), overuse parentheses (can't help it--I was a Computer Science major for a while), beat up Wooster, and generally try to help the Internet be not quite so fucked up.
No, really. Try me. I have a little gnome who lives in my head, and is smarter than I am. He knows pi to more digits than I do, and also who Isadora Duncan was.
Either that, or I'm whistling/humming/singing.
Ethics of semi-vegetarianism: I don't think eating meat is wrong in & of itself, what's wrong is how we treat the animal while it's alive, the guilt we (don't) feel about buying meat, and of course the volume we consume. I actively dislike eating a daily potion of meat any larger than, say, my hand (and my hands are relatively small). I'm not too into eating fruit, either--honestly, I like a lot more vegetables than I do fruits, and then there are some amusing paradoxes about how I like orange juice, strawberry jam, and raisins, but not oranges, strawberries, or grapes. Go figure. Lastly, I don't drink alcohol: To date, I've had a Mike's Hard Lemonade, a sip of wine, and half a shot of homemade peach schnapps, and honestly I didn't like any of them. This might change as time goes on, of course, and I'm not actually opposed to such change . . . but frankly, I'm quite odd enough *without* booze, so why bother?
Designing a system of technological & cultural innovations that could take a stone-age dwarf civilization all the way from Leadership to Hot-Air Balloon.
What kind of chicken-duck-woman-thing is waiting for me. Every day, I worry about it.
How the bad guys in "District 9" were actually the good guys, and how Wikus doomed the entire planet.
Even though this is a dating site, I'm not looking for a date. Multiple sources have convinced me to give up on dating entirely: As one of Murphy's Laws says, "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again . . . then stop. There's no use being a damned idiot about it." So, even though love might someday find me, I am well past trying to find it.
You'd like to rub prefrontal lobes with me. (And if you got this far, yes, you probably would.)
You're doing a Thing, and were wondering if I might like to do that Thing too. (One of the things I dislike the most is being deliberately excluded from people/things. Conversely, one of the things I like the most is being invited to people/things.)
Fun Fact: I reply to everybody, so you're guaranteed a good bounce-back at the very least. Seriously! I even write back to the spambots (yes, guys get them too).