I like Doctor Who. I do things. Someday, I might even get around to filling out this section. But probably not.
I used to call myself the Cheesemaster Plus. I don't know why. At night, I used to shout it from the bedroom window and then pee out of it.
When he was ten or so, the Archivist got a Super Nintendo for Christmas. I found it while searching for presents. Then I played whichever Super Mario game came with the system every night before Christmas in front of him. The Archivist was not permitted to touch the controllers.
As you may glean from the above impostrous text, The Archivist looks upon the past with sad and myopic vision. In point of fact, I saved Christmas for him that year. He thought he was getting a Nintendo, so I told him he was not even though I knew he was in order to preserve the surprise. He pretended that he didn't care and stole into his room where he started crying and writing "I am NOT getting a Nintendo" on his walls. I was so moved by pity that I showed him where it was hidden and his tears turned to joy. If I let him play after I took it out of the box, his anticipation of Christmas morning would have been ruined thus making the holiday an anticlimax. I did him a favor, but he doesn't appreciate it.