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I'm like a soon to be deceased hero from a lovecraftian horror novel. The type with an inquisitive mind and enough of a fatalistic streak to delve deeper than most men would dare, unaware of the inevitable screaming doom that awaits at the end of the journey. I've got three matches, an old lantern and a mysterious leatherbound book given to me by an eyeless derelict. You know I'm not going to make it, destined for a madness that is unconceivable to the sane mind; but dammit, you like me, and hope that it doesn't happen, maybe this time he'll live to tell the tale. Yet with every turned page, it gets a little more clear that I've gone too far, and I'm not coming out of this in one piece. You wince as the words describe my mind shattering after hearing a single name harvested from a language that things with lifespans were not meant to hear. You saw it coming, I saw it coming, but that didn't make it any less disappointing.

Translation: My curiosity gets the best of me, causing me to charge headlong into what is assuredly a bad idea out of morbid fascination.

I've come to the conclusion that I'm the reincarnation of Lord Byron (hint: this bodes poorly for my future)

Just back in Vancouver now, happy to be there and back into school, looking to meet new and interesting people.

I've been told I'm an excellent cook, but only when I'm doing it for other people. I haven't got the most discerning tastes when I'm by my lonesome, women who date me tend to gain weight as a result, which is fine by me as long as I can keep the dishes coming.

I have some other talents, but I'll keep them a mystery. That way you won't be able to draw up a list of my strengths and weaknesses in case we become arch-enemies.

I talk about politics WAY too much

My sense of humour is dryer than a pothead eating saltines. Some find that off-putting.

1. JSTOR/Ebsco/LexisNexis

2. Witty conversations better described as "duels" than banter

3. Politics

4. Cheese. The good stuff.

5. Random text messages

6. Breathing. I'm gonna call myself a fan of that.

Carl Sagan's "pale blue dot" quotation on a photograph of earth taken from a distance:

"Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader", every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam."

Other times I think about snails.

Reading or writing, conserving my energy for "the big game"

Sometimes I pretend that I'm Henry Kissinger when I'm drunk.

You walk that razor thin line between "a little different" and "Oh god get away from me"