Photography, writing, technology, wildlife, fitness, running, cycling, cars (I drive a Volvo to spite myself), five-minute flash games. I wanted to be a football player or a rock star growing up, but I'm here to tell you kids, if it's not in your DNA, you can't do whatever you put your mind to. When I was in the sixth grade, I was recruited by the CIA to leave school and work at their cryptography division--my dad would have none of it (thanks, dad). I can't smell. Regarding figuring out what to do for a living, a friend once told me, "Just keep throwing it up against the wall and see what sticks." Fortunately, I do have words, and the focus to put them down, and that seems to be an unusual talent. I'm unable to suspend disbelief or accept fantasy, but I'm trying. I won the Sexiest Geek Alive contest in 2001. I think the inside joke is the best form of humour, and the pinnacle is making yourself laugh when nobody in the room knows why. Sometimes I open my own MySpace page just to listen to the music.