Nothing makes me doubt a person's sense of humor like a completely straightforward claim to have a sense of humor. And listing off every single artist/hobby/food/etc that I enjoy will lead to a block a text I don't think anyone wants to read... So rather than tell you everything I am and do: I'll write out the first few sentences that come to mind. If anything sounds incomplete, then we can fill out the gaps with an actual human conversation. :)
BTW: The photos and essays are new, but my "questions" are still culled from 10 years of bored weeknights on the internet. I'm updating them, yes, but if any of my questions sound "questionable", keep in mind that I've changed and grown a lot in the last decade.
I mean, I just saw an answer in there saying it's mandatory that my match does not like dogs. What the hell, me-from-2004? Dogs are awesome.
The crisis is over now, so I'm having fun in downtown San Jose, hosting meetups in the South Bay, or exploring the Bay-at-Large at the mercy of my new and awesome circle of friends.
Not hiccups. Hiccup. One. Singular. It strikes without warning and leaves just the same. I barely hear it anymore but it scares the daylights out of my friends.
MOVIES: LA Story, Real Genius, Superhero movies (good or terrible), Anything with a RiffTrax behind it
SHOWS: Agents of SHIELD, Once Upon a Time, Community, Deep Space Nine, Angel and the rest of the Whedonverse.
MUSIC: Steve Poltz, Rhett Miller and Old 97's, Bootie Mashup, anything in Roger Niner's songbook.
FOOD: Take any food. Wrap it in freshly baked naan. You are now holding my favorite food. Please hand it over.
-) Feet, and enough elbow room to use those feet to dance.
-) Friends who accept my silliness and counter it with their own.
-) Cold rainy nights wrapped in a cozy blanket.
-) A whiteboard, a notepad... something to store my crazy ideas.
-) Literally any food wrapped in warm fresh naan. I'm serious.
This usually translates into me staring in awe at some random pen, or cursing the designers responsible for whatever doors, parking garages, etc that confused me earlier afternoon.
I think I'm a complete badass. I'm lovable, strong and awesome, that's clear. And I'm _so_ much better off since I started taking care of myself. But pretty? Me? Not so much.
And if you could maybe extend that smirk into something more than a one-line copypasta, so maybe I can reply to you and we'll actually hold a conversation? That'd be brilliant.
(This is pretty much what my sense of humor is like. For better or for worse: there's more where that came from.)