Jude/Smithy/Lee/[Insert more monikers here]. 20. Student. Writer. Christian. Aromantic asexual. Egocentrist. Non-neurotypical. Non-binary.
Pronouns include they/them/theirs, ey/em/eirs, and he/him/his.
I love They Might Be Giants, Withnail and I, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, outer space, A Christmas Story (actual favorite movie), Hannibal, Marvel movies, stuffed animals, David Bowie, and dogs. Also quite keen on various other fandoms, art, morbid and/or surreal humor, TV Tropes, nightmare fuel, animals, and food. I like fixating on fictional relationships because relationships on the whole fascinate me.
Blogging about my life and problems pleases me. I do not mind it when people "like" my more unhappy posts (in fact, I kind of like it because it shows that someone actually saw it). Likewise, I might "like" your unhappy posts to indicate that I saw it.
I'm either the nicest, most benevolent narcissist or the most unempathetic, self-absorbed nice person you're likely either way to meet.
There are people who say I'm the Emperor of the H2G2 Fandom.
Tracking the tag "thewordsmithy"; I love being tagged in stuff.
For those who are, for some reason, further interested, there are links below.
mezzalunanova said: But do you know where your towel is?
I do, and that’s the terrible part. I know EXACTLY where my towel is.
It’s in my sock drawer (where I always keep it), at my house, in the town I live in, which is 300 miles away from where I am now.
I know the exact place my towel is
i just don’t HAVE it with me
church-roofs said: it’s beautiful to suddenly look at whatever your life is and imagine yourself as a space traveler. why not. just go with it.
You know what?
You know what, yes.
It is beautiful and I will look at my life and imagine myself as a space traveler and you know that
i’m gonna go with it
i’m gonna go with it
It always happens.
I think I have my life together, I think I understand what I’m doing, I think I am capable of things and then
then something happens and it hits me
I realize that I Am Arthur Dent, Arthur Dent Is Me
and then I go off to make some tea or panic about the universe or something because let’s face it, that’s what I spend much of my time doing anyway
tinfoilrobot said: See, this is why we think you’re Arthur.
See, this is why you’re absolutely 100% correct.
"I have standards," I grumble at a microwave as I put in some abysmally lukewarm tea I got downstairs in the hotel lobby. "I have STANDARDS."
Update: I put the tea in for about three minutes and came back to find that half of it had inexplicably spilt out and onto the glass rotatey thing in the microwave. It is almost certainly burnt. So much for having standards.