I'm the single (divorced) father of three boys, all of whom were getting anime in massive regular doses, growing up.
I'm an historian and I teach history most of the year.
I generally like to think of myself as a versatile person, with a multitude of interests and skills. I speak many languages, to varying degrees of skill -- at least 7 or 8 of them well enough to call it reasonably useful. And yes, Japanese is one of them.
I've travelled all over the world, and I've lost count of the number of countries I've visited (including those that no longer exist). But, for some reason, I've never been south of the Equator.
I tend to get into trouble, for no better reason than that I am in the wrong place at the wrong time, through no fault of my own. Among other things, I've been shot at; attacked with knives (twice); and attacked by a man dressed in a gorilla suit, on top of the Empire State Building (yes, I know, that sounds like a yarn, but it's the truth). I've also narrowly avoided being blown to bits by a terrorist bomb, in Spain. If I'd crossed the street in front of my hotel three minutes later, you'd not be reading this.
I started watching anime as a child, living in Hong Kong. My first experiences were with classics like Kimba the White Lion and Mazinger Z. That was almost 50 years ago. Over the years, I've seen a great deal of anime, much more than you'll find listed anywhere.
I used to be part of the staff at another major anime site, Anime News Network.
I do not suffer fools gladly. But then again, who does? Do you? I'll bet you don't.