UNIX geek, fixer of things, grokker of the ungrokked, plaything of nearby bright shiny objects.

Wise eyes, old soul, child's heart, guardian's purpose.

Question: What do you wish blokes would write here instead of all the navelgazing? :)

I know enough now to know that I don't actually know anything about what I actually want, no matter what I think I think. The spark keeps its own council until the very last moment.

My thrice-damned empathy adapts me to anything nearby whether I will it or not, so I'll be interested to see what you'll make of me, literally ;-)

I think I am designed to fit around a small broken thing that hides from the world, but that may just be the watchmaker in me.