That is, normal defined relative to myself.
I'm pretty sure that's what everyone else does too.
Relative to most people, I'm-- well, me.
Internally I'm a Punk. Externally I'm a Suit.
I'm a reliable sort, who just happens to like to do strange things and meet interesting people.
I get the honor of having the rarest personality type. The simplest way to imagine me is as an absent-minded professor. It's wrong, but it'll do until you've spent enough time to get a sense of me. Just imagine I think backwards and end up very normal from the other side.
My puppy-dog eyes are hilarious. Apparently this is not the point of puppy-dog eyes. So I'm going to have to practice.
I grew up in the Midwest, but I've spent almost half my life on the East Coast.
I'm trained as a scientist and a performer. I'm probably a lot more the performer now because I'm employed as a technical manager for hospitals. So I create a lot more than I discover. I get called professor without irony, even though it's not accurate.
I'm a geek, and I spend too much time with machines, but I need people. So I like to do things that are active and participatory.
It's actually kinda odd to admit that my shit is pretty much together. I've got friends, a good job, good opportunities for the future and lots to do. --Damn, I think I've become an adult. I'd just prefer to have someone to share it with.
I count as a Discordian, Zen Atheist from a Jewish perspective, or maybe a Secular Humanist Jew with an odd sense of humor. We need Discordian as a religious choice so that I can be quite serious and laughing about it at the same time.
Goal for 2013: Kill zero or fewer people. [I do medical decision making software.]
I was married once, long ago. That's how I ended up in NYC with nothing but what fit in my car. In the end it was good for me, but if I get married again you're probably stuck with me.
So nope, not pure, not perfect, not without (literal) scars. But I'm largely housebroken, and I know lots of stuff. [Note: Literal scars are not from past relationship, nor knife fighting, but I'm willing to pretend if it makes for a good story.]
Trying to make the world better. ("Define 'better'." ) ∫happiness/pain [for t>0] > ∫happiness/pain [for t<0]
I'm a very good trouble shooter.
I run a great meeting.
My designs work.
I can make your business better, but I'm not interested in running it for more than a week.
I'm really bad at paperwork.
Apparently the ability to drive a 14-foot manual transmission truck in heavy traffic uphill is not universal. I can do that.
I can also wield a chainsaw, ride a horse, use an arc welder, and scuba dive. Though not at the same time.
I tend to read web comics and non-fiction with the occasional bit of genre fiction.
Brazil, Blade Runner, ClockWork Orange, Sin City, A Lion in Winter, Fight Club, Delicatessen, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Incredibles, Spirited Away, La Dolce Vita, Office Space
I appreciate and enjoy critical analysis, however, I find that I don’t do it to movies as my first pass. I like to experience a movie more that deconstruct it.
Sunlight, Pens, Paper, Friends, problems to solve, Joy, Absurdity, Boxer Shorts,
Coffee might be assumed to be on the list, but I can actually go without. I just usually don't.
Trying to further the sport that I'm proud to be part of the governing body for.
Climate change, geopolitics, religion as a social system, Science Education, the work of acting.
Starting cults for fun, Computer interfaces, Medical information workflows.
Systems lots of systems, how things interconnect and how to change them.
The way words flow and change.
There ought to be some sort of Discordian koan here about the nature of identity and self, but it would just be me inventing philosophy again. I never know quite what to make of people taking my world view more seriously that I do. "We are what we are except when we're not. Y'know."
Avoiding the bridge-and-tunnel crowd.
Yes, I'm probably playing with words and written stances. I'm not so concerned with a script that's known to work. So I'm afraid you'll just have to hope I happen to be writing in a style you like when you read me. Else, "If we shadows hath offended..."
You've been touched by his noodly appendage.
You like absent-minded professor types, who think too fast, occasionally redefine words, make horrendous social gaffs and get away with it by being absurdly nice.
You like brains attached to bodies.
You can write between the lines.
You actually majored in Psychoceramics.
You want to try out for my team. (or just play pickup)