I write sonnets when I'm bored. I got down with Linneaus in high school, but in college found Richelieu's siren song far more intoxicating. I collect writing systems and shot glasses, and can rhapsodize at length about the virtues of playing rugby games in mud and the sanctity of post-game beer. My secret weaknesses are video games and home decorating shows. My not-so-secret weakness is coffee with cream.
One day, I hope to be overeducated and have a house with a porch. Pretty much everything else is up for grabs.