Responds to basic commands. Faithful companion. Not a lout.
Likes beer. Likes company. Likes dogs. Likes old school documentaries. Likes footnotes.
Someone asked me what in the hell I was doing on here: friends, people. I don't know a soul in Toronto... Yet.
Usually I work in IT, but I've been known to hold odd technical positions that no one else wants. Work is a means to and end: having an "awesome career trajectory" doesn't mean as much to me as being a valued and trusted member of a team. There's so much more to life than the office and my pay cheque (Although... Money is awfully nice, isn't it?).
Amazingly (at least from my mother's perspective) I'm attached. But thanks to the fine folk of the Republican Party my partner and I forced to live a couple of thousand kilometers apart until a certain legislative body, or a certain court, pulls its finger out and does the right thing by its citizens.
Short term: visit my partner more.
Medium term: get a dog, get a house.
Long term: stay happy, maybe add a kid to the mix.
I'm a real sucker for multi-part TV documentaries, but not the new flashy ones. I like narrators and zero dramatisation. Yes, we're talking the BBC of 1970-2000, PBS, Ken Burns, Frontline and David Attenborough: television from the era where we weren't considered stupid and ratings for documentaries didn't matter.
But I've also got more conventional tastes: Firefly should never have been cancelled, Dollhouse should still be running, Yes Minister is a gift, Spooks was great until season 4, Nikita needed to stop after season 1, more people need to know about Janus, The House of Cards Trilogy and A Very British Coup. Okay. Not so conventional. I've been known to watch TNG and DS9, dovetailed with the West Wing.
At the risk of sounding hipster: I have a bit of a thing for Scandinavian groups. Kings of Convenience, Sigur Ros, Seabear, Anna Ternheim. I've also been known to listen to Kate Bush ("The hounds of love are hunting..."), Mahler and a lot of other stuff that my partner finds unpalatable. Tracy Chapman can bring a tear to my eye. Does anyone know Feist personally?
I'm a certified foodie. I live by McGee's On Food and Cooking and own some rather sharp knives that have been responsible any number of self inflicted injuries worthy of a Darwin award.
How stupid the press can be.
I'm a pub, drinks, discussion kind of guy. My dancing days are well and truly over.