Want to make people really happy without them being able to understand how or who is doing it... I work in a large company for The Bad Guys and I'm very, very important.
"Violet, sad, soulful eyes." That's actually a quote I just heard on a podcast, and has nothing at all to do with me - my eyes are actually dark dark brown and you'd have to look deep to glimpse anything other than blank confuzzlement! Or perhaps you can interpret it as a recently-found sense of wonder... pretender extraordinaire, I like to believe.
I love to chat to people about life, love and everything, but I'm NOT INTENSE!!! - just fascinated :O) (btw that smiley is hell to draw on an iPad - be impressed)
Much prefer cosy nights at home or in the cinema/pub or out walking etc. than out clubbing. Wanting to find someone who can ignore the reserved facade and cuddle shamelessly.
Inevitably wondering where I'm going with this whole life thing...
And origami roses.
And cooking. Or so I'd like to believe. Especially choux pastry - if you think you can bake, then let's have a bake-off.
I come across as not being very tactile at first (and I hate this about myself) but love to be touched.
I love some documentaries too - anything by Adam Curtis I will soak up and ponder forever after. And doesn't everyone love David Attenborough to bits?
I have a funny taste in music - if you've ever heard of Amethystium, Ogrudy Alamut, Pulsar Bleu, Sami Takieddin, Wendy Grondzil, or Sofaspace then please message me!!!! Also loving the new Emancipator track, Minor Cause - really sends shivers down my spine. Some Royksopp tracks are brilliant, especially "What Else is There". On the lighter side, those 90s hits really take me back!
Finally, of course, I need my fair dose of comedy. South Park is a favourite, also like Family Guy, American Dad etc. I quite like satirical game shows like 8 out of 10 cats, Have I Got News for You etc. but only watch when I'm bored. Oh - also Charlie Brooker and Doug Stanhope :O)
Ecstatic moods, moments of forever-lost nostalgia
A goddamned *working* water boiler
The softness, scent and shine of the Abingdon spring sky; the blazing summer thunder storms after a scorching Geneva afternoon; the memories of the mischievous fauna and magical summer flora around Palo Alto
My biggest concern about the impending zombie apocalypse is what we are going to do when the toilet paper runs out
The hope - and opportunities to try - to understand people so deeply that they can't tell where the new source of happiness is coming from; the prayer that this one day happens the other way round
And I thank God most of all for the interweb and it's mobile phone babies.
Did I cheat on that one? :O)
Alternatively, becoming a drifter in the "modern wild west", riding a motorbike from town to town, solving (or committing) crimes (I'm a profoundly flawed hero in this scenario), breaking hearts, and dusting off into the sunset, never to be seen again. One day I'll meet a tragic, unexpected end, far far too young.
OR, becoming a drugs baron in South America. I'll obviously have to spend some years working my way up the ladder - being a mule, then maybe a lab chemist etc. - but eventually I'll rule a large empire that sells gods and horror in little white packets. I will meet an inevitable violent demise at the hands of my most trusted right-hand-man (a current close friend/colleague of mine).
OR!!! Becoming the geek computer scientist - hovelled up in miserable, dingy accommodation and barely seeing the sunlight for years (but still hygienically showering regularly) - who discovers the secret to true general artificial intelligence. I unleash it upon the world asking it to do every good it can for humanity - conflicts are resolved, medicine and healthy water/food becomes available to all within months - Earth becomes a utopia where each individual is deeply loved and nurtured by the AI. Yet tragically, the one individual it cannot help is me - the damage done by those years of isolation, and my intimate knowledge of its workings makes me distrust it and everyone else, and I wither away into obscurity.
Or just wondering how to answer a question some random guy in the pub asked me recently: what colour is the Universe?
And apparently I can use HTML too!!! Who'd have guessed?!
Unless you're one of those people (you know who you are) that believes it's impossible for a guy and a girl to 'just' be close friends. In that case you've got to have something damned well worth saying.