I'm short, round, ginger, and driven by curiosity. I'm an admittedly terrible cynic but in a charming and quirky way, I hope. If I had a quarter for every time I've been compared to MTV's Daria, I could buy my very own bottle of Coke from the vending machine at work.
I like scientists who are poets and poets who are scientists. I like the free exchange of ideas and information that is the internet. I like knowing my place in the universe and how deeply I'm connected to it while still being an infinitesimal speck. And I like Buckminster Fuller's Dymaxion Chronofile concept.
I should note that while I understand they're necessary for the algorithms to work, I find the questions posed by this site to be really (annoyingly) prescriptive. I have trouble answering a lot of them, so I wouldn't take my answers too seriously if I were you. Also, I answered most of these questions ages ago so a lot of the answers are probably outdated. If you're concerned about one of my answers, ask.
Also, I am fat and am okay with being fat. Not "chubby" or "curvy" or any other stupid cover-up word. Fat. I'm not a raging social justice warrior but I don't have patience with people who are shitty about fatties.
MOVIES: The Virgin Suicides, The Breakfast Club, and Ghost World.
SHOWS: I don't watch a lot of TV. Just The Office (US), Parks & Recreation, Black Books, The IT Crowd...also random British documentaries. Also, I'll watch any dang thing that has Karl Pilkington or Gordon Ramsay in it.
MUSIC: The Smiths, The Decemberists, Joy Division, Bright Eyes, Bis, Nick Drake, Sufjan Stevens, Matt Costa, Iron & Wine, Driftless Pony Club, Death Cab For Cutie, Modest Mouse...Don't let this list fool you. I like quite a lot. I also not-so-secretly love Green Day and have seen them five times in three different states.
FOOD: I drink at least three cups of tea a day (just plain black tea with a splash of milk, thanks), and am an avid consumer of clementines, spinach, and muenster cheese. I could also live happily on lemonade for the rest of my life if given the chance.
Update: The day has finally come. It is socially acceptable for me to dress like a mall rat circa 1994 and I am embracing the hell out of it.
Also, the summer I spent embalming bodies was the best time of my life and was the closest I will ever come to having a "spiritual" experience.
You won't mind that I curse like a sailor.
You'll be nice to/enthusiastic about my dog. He is my best friend and I will not tolerate people who are not nice to him. Soz. Also, if you can put up with the fact that I am a crazy schnauzer lady, that would be helpful.