36 y/o, Male, German Shepherd (though I'm quite fond of deer as well), American (Irish/English/Polish/Ukrainian). I enjoy reading, writing, playing video games, listening to music, and, every once in a Blue Moon (official brand deal still pending), pretending that I'm not completely terrible on the piano. Unfortunately, I still am. My zodiac/star sign is whatever the heck you'd like to imagine it is, because I just don't have time for superstitious nonsense.

My favorite gaming franchise is Fallout; I've been exploring the nuclear wasteland ever since Fallout 1 first came out back when I was still in the Boy Scouts (and no, there wasn't a merit badge for defeating The Master). My favorite bands are Pink Floyd, Radiohead, The Killers, and Tool. My favorite author is Stephen King; I've read The Stand three times now and I was really looking forward to the 2020 miniseries, but hey, it's cool, it's not like I was completely let-down and severely disappointed by every conceivable aspect that the series' had to offer or anything. My favorite television series is actually much older than even my ancient ass is, M*A*S*H; I cried like a baby when Radar walked into the operating tent and announced that Henry's chopper was shot down over the Sea of Japan. That one really beat me up inside; he was done with the war, on his way home.

I don't really know what else to mention. I'm allergic to chocolate and bees. I'm addicted to my morning coffee, as well as coffee throughout the day (I'm drinking some dirty bean water right now as I'm typing this out). I also own and operate my own store, but no, I'm not going to give an elaborative name or location. That would just be remarkably, ridiculously stupid of me, wouldn't it?

Have fun, stay safe, treat each other well, and don't accept any wooden nickels as payment.