*Barkeep, if you will, I always like something aged 18-21 years, not too sweet and not too smoky, but with a nice body to keep a man warm in the winter months*

*sip,...damn, that feels good*

...Me? I'm half audio major, half anthroplogy major and an avid gamer since 8-bit graphics were cutting edge. Travelling, even only in the states, has introduced and got me hooked on fire spinning, contact juggling, multiple martial arts, fencing, a couple hands full of instruments, and many good friends from the world over. What have you seen that has opened your eyes to new things?...

*long, savory draw of black cavendish from favorite wooden churchwarden pipe*

Yeah?...I am a bizarre concoction of spiritual/secular beliefs where Ayn Rand and the Dalai Lama meet-Anton LeVay and Martin Luther share a drink, and science and alchemy compare notes. And this is now a proper drunk rant.
I am an official mug holder at a pub that offer 132 different beers, and have enjoyed Sicillian and Portuguese wines that rarely come into the states. Yet, Brazilian Rum, cachaça gets me going every time.

*walking around at this point, almost finished with first scotch*

And, most recently, I have stumbled onto such a community that shares my taste for gaming and strategy; history and study. Where I can quote Sun Tzu and be understood. Where I can learn more about certain ancient cultures than I have ever learned in my anthro classes (thank you btw to any and all people who have ever posted their insight into historical matters. Even if contradictory sometimes, it makes it fun to search out the answer for myself).

*finished scotch. Good sir, a bombay sapphire, straight up, please*

Battle field tactics can contribute to so many other areas and the best generals were the ones that could sit with their enemy face to face with respect and honor. The world has lost this and thus the price of war has increased unacceptable amounts.

*the scent of juniper berries, filling all my senses*

It's a strange dichotomoy that war is such a fascinating thing, and yet so atrocious and disgusting in the same breath. Never become any sort of anthropologist if you wish to be at peace, unless you're comfortable being at peace with nothing...

*the gin is gone, the pipe is spent*

*Keeper of fine drinks, a black lager if you would, of the Brazilian variety if you have it*


...But I'm just babbling on now, please tell me more about yourself...

(If I ever run into any of ya'll, the round is on me. So if anyone is in St. Louis, MO, let me know.)