Age: 25
Gender: Male
Religion: Non-specific pantheistic pagan
Philosophy: Sarcastic nihilistic anarchist
Personality: Borderline
Sanity: Questionable
Ex-girlfriends' sanity: Even more questionable
Turn-ons: Bitter sarcasm, exotic piercings, antipathy toward society
Turn-offs: White girls with corn-rows, sunny dispositions, efforts to convert me to Christianity

Born on June 1, 1978, Nikita's existence came with little fanfare or particular interest. Borne of a father of Greek/German/Anglo ancestry, and a mother of Japanese/German/Anglo ancestry, I have a lot of ethnicities to answer for.

At present, I reside in the Biggest Little City in the Whole Frickin' World, also known as Reno, Nevada. While not quite as bad as it might appear at first blush, the city does tend to lack as many of the disaffected youths for me to unduly influence in a negative manner as I would like.

A former member of the San Francisco Bay Area rave scene, and an ever-present member of the Nevada punk scene, I can easily discuss all aspects of sex, drugs and rock and roll.

Personally, my musical preferences tend to vary wildly, moving from my general on-line prescence as defender of the indie band, focusing on hardcore, emo, and other various indie styles, to my fondness for mainstream rock and underground rap music. While not nearly as able to break-dance as well as I could several years ago (alas, joint disabilities attack without notice), I still have been known to dance a fair bit better than the average straight semi-white boy.

At present, I live in a top-secret compound in northern Nevada with my robotic evil twin, whom I have re-programmed to be a bit annoying, but non-lethal. I also reside with a flying pink elephant named Bob, who insists he's a figment of my imagination, but I know better. My downstairs bathroom has been overtaken by a herd of rabid wombats...so nobody uses it anymore (I hate to think of the mess in there).

I currently work as a wage slave for a discount store defined by the color blue and big smiley faces, and prone to cult indoctrination. The job is less than exciting, but pays the bills. I truly desire to be a writer. I currently write with minimal payment; specific areas of focus are stories involving faeries and robots, and pornographic fiction involving incredibly bored youths having sex with even more incredibly bored youths (while perhaps less than erotic, they are pretty darn funny). Occasionally I can be found in chat rooms, pretending to be a 16-year old girl, recklessly enticing middle-aged gents, much to my amusement. My review philosophy

For the most part, I write reviews about movies and music, but I also throw in some book, and the occasional restaurant, reviews for good measure. Quite honestly, my main goal in a review is to write something people like reading, hopefully with enough information to be rated VH. Quite honestly, I care more about writing a good review than getting a good rating.

My rating philosophy

In general, I believe in reviews that are readable, provide concrete detail, and the reasons for your feelings about the topic (good or bad). I don't care about whether I agree with your opinion; I care about whether or not you've justified it.

Likewise, if you want advice for getting your rating improved, feel free to ask. I don't always have time to write comments on everything, but, if solicited, I will give some constructive criticism.
Threat rating: Medium. Your total lack of decent
family values makes you dangerous, but we can
count on some right wing nutter blowing you up
if you become too high profile.

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