Dinos on my neck, dinos on my grill. 

When I was a kid, I made up a game I called “Pretend you’re being interviewed by NPR.”  An imaginary reporter asked me serious questions. I'd offer thoughtful critiques on the rights and wrongs of the world that only seven-year-old-me could see.

I’m still that opinionated person today, but instead of trying to explain the world’s problems, I put my energy towards bigger things. Like pissing off Chelsea Handler by writing artificial intelligence scripts for a humanoid robot. Or imagining what the world would be like if men had periods

Enough about me. Tell me about you. I’ve taken the Myers Brigg’s test twice and got wildly different results both times, so let's see what we have in common. 

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