Community Profile

So...
I vaguely remember I used to say "I'm Bezaiten,because I flow"; I guess somewhere along those lines might be the reason I've been a differenly named different person with different preferences, interest and opinions too often to even make sense.
And because I've always been smart enough to push decentralisation wherever possible... I've been dumb enough to not only make unique wc club s every time, but then keep them obsessively disconnected until losing track of my own selves.
Recently, I've been making a lot of changes.
I'm only going to be (more or less) one (vague) person: so aptly named, Amalgam.
Instead of being coded in one nanner first, then another, I would simply have way too many things encoded in me at once, with allowance for multitude levels of 'activation'.
*shrug*
I'm going to artificially strive to rotate around a single fandom point – X-Men (or, as I like to joke, Gambit..).
I'm going to attempt to connect my imprints and storage spaces from across the internet, collect them here hopefully.
I'm going to be on the internet. I'm going to give it speech patterns, distinct mentions, my voice, my bone structure, my irises, my names, my backstory...
Because I'm standing at a position where the value of an advantage of strategy is incomparably insignificant to being loud.
Basically, finally I'm giving up. Except for me, that means killing my future, not my body; hell, that's the one thing I've been fighting against my whole life (and the harder the fight, the more spite and contrariness to fuel my drive for this primary directive).
All my childhood idols, spectres of folklore, The Devil, Loki, da Vinci, Columbo, Marple, generals and rulers I don't remember, River, Hamlet, storytellers, paranoid sf heroes, crafty villains, women who achieved things by walking and weaving around the rules, literal irl players, older CS geek "peers", I have managed to surpass them at a time; and now.
I'm giving the game away.
Me. You have no idea how little that makes sense in every way possible..!
But can you rip something apart and put it back together with the aplomb of a regular slothy person with taste for abstract arts, then repeat before the bonding agent solidifies, over and over, so many times it forgets what a hint of structural integrity feels like, and expect it to retain any of its original qualities beyond illusiobary measure?
Yeah, that's too much philosophy for a profile.

I'm terrified of dying, hunger, losing my home, datadeath, mad folk, lack of truth...
Allergic to amorality, high density of stupidity, waste, abuse, vanity (I call it "faux pride"), bad music, badly reproduced music, sufficient quantities of music, and probably, air.
Centre of my existence are things like authenticity, what is natural, reason, abstraction, contexts, details, understanding, humility (totally doable even with an enormous ego), balance, peace, fun, curiosity, adaptation, third options, efficiency, simplicity, games, design, progress, craft, beauty, truth, justice, equal exchange, love, children, you know, all that good stuff.
Then there are the specifics.