About Me
It'll start getting cold any minute now, just you wait and see.
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I enjoy literature, music &c. I detest air travel, with a Passion... as Smedley's artwork no doubt demonstrates below. I'm really not as scary as my sardonic tone makes me out to be.I'm a dichotomous little lawyer with a lust for sugar, comprising a slightly broody as well as an excitable side. I drink an average of 3 pints of raspberry ice per day. That and alcohol. Prior to becoming a man of the law, I read a degree in neuroscience, and although fascinating, I came to a realisation that (for me anyways) the rest of my career might be devastatingly boring. With law, it's the education and not the work that's dry. So what did I then do? Pursue research, of course. I must be some sort of professional masochist. -_-''
My hobbies include hanging from the cieling hissing at things, and music, from beginnings as a harpsichordist. My love for music and occasionally for the scene (there's that dirty little word!) that goes with it give my work a run for the money, in terms of self-interest and devotion.
I'm a bit of a romantic and somewhat opinionated. The end result is that I'm usually always thinking rather intently about something or other. I'd prefer to absorb the depth of the facets of the world and people around me rather than judge them by standards of optimism and pessimism - I save those for dreams and vendettas, respectively.
There have been times where I've been quite solitary, and times where I've been quite social. I suppose I'd say that while I don't mind being very dedicated to people, relationships, and where appropriate going out and having a damn good time (quite the opposite, really), I still don't buy into the personality addict culture - I'd rather care genuinely for individuals than care how much anyone else approves of or is aggravated by them. This is particularly true these days. I'm pretty sick of being walked on. I'm brutally honest with my thoughts. If they aren't directed at you, please don't jump into the line of fire. It's only going to get messier.
I've been called a lover, a fighter, and a dry wit. On the flip-side of all of those things, I've also been called a pedantic misanthrope. The middle-ground? Life's what you make of it.
A note: Seriously, I dislike writing these things - they err on the side of epigrammatic and a little too fraught with tautology and irrelevance (irreverence even!) for my tastes.Furthermore, I think too much when I sit down to write something like that, and end up writing nothing at all - I'm not about to sit down and rattle off a biopic, nor do I feel as though I've reason, right, or space enough to sit and make unfounded myspace contentions about human nature. Perhaps those facts are indicative of a sort of rudimentary shyness, which I would prefer to overcome - that is to say, if I don't know you already I'd rather you talked to me than took anything written here with less than a grain of salt.
Because really - If you took the time to read this - then I'll find the time. Simple as? I hope so.
