I'm another random guy who enjoys "having fun". The problem with this is that the term "fun" is only relative. Then what do I enjoy? I think it's an interesting question, though it needs not be answered. At least not in public. I write stories that make little sense, keep a journal of dreams that, again, make little sense, watch movies of all genres-- if only to give them a fair chance, and think that everyone is awesome in their own way. Even those bastards. You know who you are.
I'm terrific.