Not seriously, but of late I've been slowly but steadily abandoning even the faith I kept when I quit religion.

I am someone's personal god of second chances.

When it has demonstrated good judgment - specifically, turning me down when I ask it out on a date.

Yes.

Who cares?  Just put the unholy things down already.

There aren't many I even like, but The Waste Lands is pretty darn terrific.

Funny you should ask.  The hour of my birth was the hour the year changed, so I'm supposedly dual-aspected or some such nonsense.  My Chinese signs, for lack of a better term, are Metal Pig and Water Rat.

Should I ever get a copy of Rock Band, Metal Pig will show up somewhere.

Behind.  I like taking pictures, but I'm not so much on having mine taken, usually because there's a "look at the camera!" involved somewhere.  Take a picture of me doing something, reading, playing with The Niece, anything besides looking at the camera like I'm a South American tribesman fearful of the fate of my soul.

As of right now, 9258 words.  Which is about 9000 more than I wrote in 2007.