You know that scene in the Burbs where everyone waits fearfully while Henry Gibson plods up the basement stairs, suddenly appearing and surprising everyone with how small and demure he appears? That was a good scene.

I have a persistent interest in the topic of identity - what it is and its significance.

I'm an introvert. I can get along with anyone and tend to be diplomatic. I am slow to anger, an active sense of humor with people I'm comfortable with. My significant other constantly bears the brunt of my expressions of passion - politics and news; thoughts on books I'm reading; my own ideas for books and movies; anything geek related. To wit, I don't maintain friendships and there are people I regret not keeping in touch with. My general quietude doesn't help to make new friends, as people often mistake my lack of verbal expression to indicate a lack of interest. People are weird like that. My biggest pet peeves are being patronized and Nazis. I don't feel like I've ever "found myself" although I have avoided exploring or committing in too many areas of life. That is a great challenge (rooted in a fear of being hurt/disappointed), and relevant to my interest in identity. Superficially: nice, quiet, smart, and should be doing more with his life! Okay, I should be doing more. I have trouble seeing the light at the end of the tunnel or always appreciating what I have. When nobody's watching "Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey" makes me cry.

Mrebo because he's cool, he's blue, and because of an interest (currently inactive) in playing piano.