Since one of the most popular shows on TV is based on a series of doorstop-sized fantasy novels, and the highest grossing summer blockbuster films of the past decade are all about comic characters, I can't use the word 'geek' any more. It's become mainstream. The brand has been diluted. The word does not convey what I need it to. So...
I am a massive nerd.
I like massively nerdy things, like statistics, and word games, and the economic implications of copyright law. I write smutty limericks with linguistics jokes in them. I read books about the history of hat-wearing in Western culture. I spent a good two hours last night thinking about why tears are the only bodily fluid we don't find gross. I buy second-hand textbooks on subjects I'm not even studying. I can talk for quite a while on why I think art is an artefact of the human visual system. A couple of weeks ago I decided, for no reason whatsoever, that I didn't know enough about how steroids worked, so I went away and read up on them.
If that scares you off, it's probably for the best. If it piques your interest, by all means read on...
In my spare time, I swing dance (Lindy Hop, Balboa, vernacular jazz and Blues), meet strange people in museums, draw, and play the piano very, very badly. Seriously, it would anger you.
(As a bit of a warning, some people think I'm a bit mentally into the swing dancing, because I travel up and down the country [and occasionally abroad] doing it. This is because they haven't met the other swing dancers who are far more mentally into it than I am.)
I've gotten quite into espionage fiction over the last couple of years. I reckon espionage fiction falls somewhere on a spectrum. At one end of that spectrum you've got square-jawed action heroes riding away from explosions on a jet-ski they're sharing with a bikini-clad bombshell. At the other end you've got middle-aged men in the 1970s sitting in a darkened room, chain-smoking and wondering who they can trust. I've started to prefer the latter end of that spectrum. I think that's also a part of Stage Two of growing old.
I own some cake tins. It's my intention to use them at least twice before January.
Stuff like that. I think about stuff like that, all the bloody time. Remember that, future girlfriends, when you feel the need to ask what I'm thinking about.
My team at work occasionally go for lunch at Byron, the curiously prevalent burger chain. Their comment cards are phrased "I've been thinking...", and every time I'm in there, I fill it out with whatever philosophical perplexity I've been mulling over of late. I like to imagine they have a mull over them as well.