My name is Aaron and I like stuff.

Okay so yes, my name is Aaron Meek and I do indeed like stuff. Most everyone who will be reading this knows me to some extent, but if you don't then I am about six and a half feet tall with

the body of a Greek god and a voice that sounds like honey spread over warm bread. But moving away from the dumb jokes and going back to the awesomely, generic title; I like stuff. I really like stuff, to the point that I obsess over it. It's pretty embarrassing actually. Someone will bring something up as a casual conversion and twenty minutes later they are too fatigued with my esoteric ramblings to come up with a lame excuse and just walk away.

As far as what my nerdy obsessions are at the moment, I really like fantasy novels. This summer I was inundated with fantasy goodness between the new release in one of my favorite series with George R.R Martin's A Dance of Dragons and new( to me) The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. There just awesome, in the best sort of nerdy way.

I am a massive sports fan, primarily basketball and football. Once again, my interest in these games transcend the normal. I pull stats from twenty- five years ago out in conversation and people just stare at me. I pretend its in awe, when in actuality they are kind of creeped out by how much I know about sweaty men running up a field together. What can I say like sweaty men.

But as much as I like sweaty men, I do not like being a sweaty man. I sweat constantly and this is because of yet another thing I like, my Xbox. Oh lord she is a vicious mistress. This summer, I played an absolutely embarrassing amount of video games. You can see the clerks at the local Gamestop salivating when I walk in because they are about to take me to the cleaners. I am trying to become more active, but not by getting rid of the Xbox. No, I moved a treadmill in front of my television. I look so stupid. I know I do. Picture it, chunky white boy with baggy t- shirt, orange shorts well above the knee, black tuque, slowly dying on a treadmill screaming at androgynous cartoon characters. On second thought, forget I shared that.

So you all probably good have done without any of that, but it was fun. I apologize ahead of time for the punctuation and the image of me on a treadmill. However awkward this may have been, if I made one of you laugh it was worth it. So yeah, goodbyes are hard, I like stuff, and here is a website.