I realize there are or were bits of this that come up lacking. It's about time to fix that. And having a more recent picture might help. I have a beard now.
A friend of mine recently described me by saying, "He can be a miserable shitbag some of the time, but if he loves you, he will do everything he can to make you feel like a million bucks." I felt like she got that right.
I'm also really good at not being an enormously dishonest asshat. And really good at convincing myself it's kinda just me in that boat.
I also don't smile much. It's sort of a drawback of being introverted: the thoughts inside my head are more interesting than conversations about "how your day was" and "where I went for vacation" and "why I hate my boss". Those are conversations people have been having since they were 4. Just trade 'boss' for 'parents'. And so meh, I say to that. I'm sure it sounds curmudgeonly, but whatever. On the other hand, when you meet someone that's genuinely important to you - friend or more - you realize that stuff is the good stuff, the things you really want to hear, because that's how plugged into their life you want to be.
That's a very long-winded explanation for why I don't smile much or ask anyone anything.
I love too many movies to even start naming them. Lot of titles, a lot of quotes, a lot of what-have-yous in old Duder's head. But there are movies I go out of my way to show people. I think the last 4 I did that with were Audition, Shallow Grave, Chopper, and Blade Runner.
TV's more manageable: House (but glad it's over), Sherlock (even if most of season 2 pissed me off), Mad Men, Doctor Who, Game of Thrones, Boardwalk Empire, Battlestar Galactica, The Wire, Breaking Bad, Arrow.
Don't listen to music like I used to. That ought to change. But lately I've become mildly- to moderately-obsessed with a couple of albums: We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank by Modest Mouse, and The Afterman by Coheed & Cambria. The former is just way better than I had originally thought. The latter is quite good for a bike ride.
Also very happy there's a new Sleater-Kinney album.
As a type 1 diabetic and a colitis sufferer, there are about 3 things that are OK to eat. Simply being able to eat with impunity would be nice.
Unless you actually are Inigo Montoya. Because I'm really not prepared to die.
I also tend to wonder why the world is so full of people who talk a good game but don't actually hold themselves up to their own volume and tenor of talk. And really, why the world is so full of these people.
Because it's really, truly, utterly, seriously full of people who cannot be honest, as much with themselves as anyone else.
I sometimes fail miserably on the "with themselves" end of that. It's tough. The "anyone else" part, I'm a lot better at. Just wish I weren't the only one who had standards like that. So I wonder where that person is, too - the one who wishes to feel a little bit of camaraderie in the war on bullshit drama. Someone else I know described me as being "glued to my high horse", but I've been around and seen a lot and sometimes, that's all you have to rely upon. No money, no job, no friends, no foreseeable future, but knowing yourself can get you through all those obstacles. You hit that stage in life, and principles become more than just words flitting through your brain.
If not that, then I might be in the gym, getting actual exercise.
And if not that, then some friend of mine has dragged me out to get smashed, and my thoughts split evenly among: "Hey, this is fun"; "Hey, that girl at the bar is cute"; and "Oh shit I'm going to regret this tomorrow."
Also, if you used that Quickmatch thing to rate me highly, it's worth saying hello. It's quite possible that will be strictly for my own amusement, but you never know.
And if you hair really was on fire, I hope you snapped a picture.