Self-summaries are for narcissists. Another General rule: the length of a self-summary varies directly with the self-centeredness of the writer. I should like to avoid that.
I did the Summer of Heat Quiz; Apparently I need to go to Berkeley, CA, Cambridge, MA or Victoria, BC, and I should stay the hell away from Oklahoma City, Las Vegas, NV or San Antonio, TX .
For what it's worth, I am sick to death of reading profiles where people say they are looking for someone who "doesn't play games." For those people, I've got news for you: everything that involves risk and reward, cooperation or conflict, between and among rational decision makers is, by definition, a game. Look up von Neumann and Morganstern sometime. If you're not "into games" then you're not into living. That, or you're playing a game yourself which, if you're alive, you are.
I've also been told if I were a book I'd be an encyclopedia. If someone starts talking to me about a subject it's like cranking a fire hose. I can't seem to change that, so I might as well embrace it.
I wonder how much it really matters. What one prefers does not determine what another finds appealing, does it? You tell me...
Hey, Dja ever read The Dispossessed? Yeah, I'm kind of like that.
How about anything by Sherman Alexie? No?
Hey, Suyape. What're you doin' here? And when are you leaving?
Upon further, more earnest consideration, I've become a Backrubber. Y'know, that guy you know who can't stop thinking about how great it would be to nudge you awake in the morning but can't muster the courage to ask you out? Yeah, that sounds more like me.