Zenbomb, 40

If I could get away with it, I'd call myself a writer. Unfortunately I know too many real writers to be able to pull that off. I'm a writer in theory. In the meantime, I sell books that other people have written instead.

I'm your fairly standard comic book collecting, video game playing, fantasy novel reading, nerdy movie watching dork. The sort who can go on at length about Batman's deep psychological issues or the deeper mysticism of Star Wars, but can't fix your computer.

I'm vaguely spiritual, deeply introspective, and spend a lot of time trying to figure out the meaning of the universe without a point of reference. I've got a dichotomy going on; I'm logical, sensible and grounded in reality as long as I'm interacting with the world around me. But in my head, sort of my natural state I suppose, I'm everywhere and nowhere at once. Embracing opposites in an effort to find the perfect balance when the contrast destroys itself.

I also have an abiding love of the absurd, the non-sequitur. Things don't always have to make sense to be right, after all.

So, naturally, I'm not here for any particular reason. Seemed like a good idea at the time.