By way of further introduction...

This past weekend, I turned 31 years old. Not exactly a milestone but still, I'm amazed I have made it this far. I thought that it might not hurt to ramble on a bit and let all you lovely folks know a bit more about me.

Over the course of the weekend that I realized that I am more anti-social than ever.

My birthday was spent working all morning and then coming home and playing video games and doing some writing. I thought it was a great way to spend a day.

These guys need to hurry up and call me so I can go to work for them. Just sayin'.

I don't particularly like people. (Which makes it bloody hysterical whenever there are customer comments about what great service and connections people receive from me.) As a rule, I would prefer to interact with folks through the computer so that I don't have to worry about whether my facial expressions and inflection match what I am trying to say.

I laugh my ass off about death and, as a rule, find it funny when people fall down or hit their heads. I'm not saying that I can't sympathize about all of that. I do. Only that I prefer my own warped take on things as opposed to forcing myself to conform to what other people think I should think.

I am a dork, geek, nerd and anything else that seems to fit into that category of people. I used to run my very own ghost-hunting group and anyone who thinks that is weird or sick is, clearly, never going to get me.

We were so very much cooler than these guys.

I find things funny. I mean most things. No matter what the situation is, I almost always see humor in it. That seems to make people uncomfortable around me. Remember folks... It isn't that I am laughing inappropriately. It is just that you haven't been exposed to the punchline yet.

My roommate and I share a wonderful and, somewhat, unique relationship. She likes to remind me that I smell funny, dress weird and that nobody likes me. (Owing, in large part, to the facts that I smell funny and dress weird.) I love her dearly and verse-visa and think our relationship is generally more respectful and accepting than most others I have had. And no, for those who are wondering, we do not share any kind of romantic or sexual relationship between ourselves. (So all of you smart, sexy, single girls out there ought to call me! :D )

I prefer the company of a good book (or oftentimes even a bad book) to the company of strangers. I would always prefer the company of my friends but most of them live far away from me. More's the pity.

My friends are the dearest people in the world to me and when Armageddon hits, I expect them all to hide behind me and let me take the brunt of the blast. I love each and every one of them more than life itself and if they don't know that, they should.

Also, just because I don't talk to you every day, don't think you don't still qualify as my friends.

I am a lazy bastard. I work my ass off and get a lot of shit done, primarily, so that I don't have to do it again later.

Anyway...

There you go... Just a little bit off the surface of me for you all to chew on and think over. Hope you all had a great weekend and I will talk at you more as the week progresses.

-Me-

Personality has the power to open many doors, but character must keep them open.
-Elmer G Letterman-