Brain Babble:

I'm a guy. I wanted to advertise a cheesy Latin phrase by adopting the name Carpe Diem, but it was already taken. I couldn't think of some awesome penname that personified me. Obeying logic, I am not awesome?

If I won the lottery, I'd travel the world, but my luck is shit and irony likes Murphy's Law. I tried reverse psychology with irony, but stuff like that just doesn't work; the struggle quickly degenerates into a deluge of double negatives.

I trust in the power of Google. I can already see my death: "symptoms of a heart at --"

I like history and hate math. However, I am an equal opportunity procrastinator.

I try to understand as many perspectives of a situation as I can, 'cause the world is so much more than black and white.

The potential for human fanaticism stuns me. So does the capacity for human imagination.

I respect writers who manage to churn out work constantly between daily life.

Favorite song of the moment: A Dustland Fairytale.

Aw Factor

I hate bigotry, especially the subconscious, subtle type that's been bred by society.

When I write romance stories, my style oddly shoots the other direction: dialogue-intensive and whimsical. Of course, when I write non-contemporary, it aims for realism. There's also a double standard of, well, standard; I'll admit I don't put enough effort into short pieces.

Better Than Oxford's: Repairing the Dictionary Since 1998

Future Stories:

This profile'll likely just be another star in the FP sky, a sky that's steadily dimming, in my opinion; it's an orphanage of children you can't adopt. A poor, rundown orphanage that gets more glitches than updates. I've left stories there too, though I ended up mercy killing them. We'll just blame global warming, or the economic crisis; whichever you think'll kill us first. Including bee extinction (http:///s/ap/20100324/ap_on_sc/us_food_and_farm_disappearing_bees).

Corporate Cupid - Intended as a Valentine's day one-shot, evolved into a short story (because I was too lazy/busy to write it all in one burst).

Update: Once I upload the last chapter, I'm considering removing the first two. They're mostly filler, and Millie just steals the spotlight. If I do, the oneshot will start here:

"So, the company gave Kevin a pity prize," he vaguely heard Millie say as his eyes opened blearily. "Not even on the first date and you've already kissed dozens of times."

Brandon wouldn't have refused medical marijuana at the moment.

"Hey, careful, he bruised you during CPR. Almost cracked your ribs," Millie said. "'Least you won't be having sex on the first date. Your ass is just hurting 'cause you fell on the crossbow."

After a pause, she said, "I can't believe you're so tacky you're allergic to Armani."

Progress: 316 words done.

To International Readers: If you're ever confused by an "Americanism" in my stories, feel free to ask.

That's it.