I usually don't post in the 'Hi threads' in older established communities as I usually doubt any of the older denizens go to the shallows, but, hey what the hell. I'll give it a go. This place seems to be different and I like different, even when different leaves a few scars.
So here goes nothing. Hi all, Spindaddy here. You can call me what you like as the evolution of 'Spindaddy' started years ago before the internet was a series of tubes. The name was birthed as a reference to a William Gibson book I particularly enjoyed. The name went downhill rapidly as will anything which involves a group 17 year old boys. Over the years, most have come to call me 'Spin' and while a few have called me 'daddy', safe words and cuffs aside, refer to me as you wish. I'm a recovering video game addict where I lost most of my brain matter to MMOs and other escapist pursuits. What was left of my soul has been soaked in writing horrendous fanfiction, deviant works and for a few months I wrote some really trashy stuff that is probably still hanging out somewhere on deviantart. I haven't quite given up on writing, but in view of so many successful writers, I feel my cheap crayon scribblings should probably best kept to the shadows until I can graduate to colored pencils.
Um... I'm not a terribly interesting person, but I have been labeled "flypaper for weirdoes". I have a penchant for ending up in ridiculous situations where, as I tell the story, I hear a male 1950's voice in my head saying "Had Spin thought his actions through, none of this would ever have happened." It's safe to say I'm not an intellectual and I dislike thinking too long on the macroform. I'm a working cog in the machine and I'm the best cog that I can be. As joke I once referred to myself as the "Base Unit of Badass" among friends and now moviestar action heroes are measured in 'Spin Units'.(I randomly decided I was the base unit because I'm roughly the size of an undernourished ogre. I was amused with constantly hearing the words "This guy was big, like Spin here, except he was slightly taller/more muscular/etc/etc...." )
I have an obscene love of all things silly and ridiculous--Internet memes and stupid jokes make me laugh. I have a blinding hatred of white knights and faux damsels, so I feel in my afterlife, I'll likely to sup in Valhalla as the only berserker pacifist. I love food, especially any food that is inherently bad for you. I don't bother with logic and I substitute my own reality not because it's more convenient, but due to it's ability to cause a ruckus. I know the secret joys of sunrises and sunsets in a distopian society and believe that good and evil are relative terms for bards and historians to bandy about as they see fit. I try to live in the Now, but I have the sneaking suspicion it's passed me by when I stopped to smell the roses. I'm not a special little snowflake, I'm that guy... yes THAT guy. I'm probably your neighbor, or perhaps someone you worked with for years. I'm not a fly in your soup, but I'll stick one in your ointment.
In closing, my grammar is horrible, but my grandma loves me.