I think I went rollerskating with a church group a couple of years ago. It went ... okay, after awhile. I'm not the best on skates.
It's hard for me to say in general ... though middle-age weight gain is probably the most obvious issue that comes to mind.
I don't know that I accessorize much. My style in clothing is rather simplistic.
I enjoy some cheeses, though I don't know enough to know what cheeses I like and don't like. (The texture of brie makes me a bit squeemish, though even there I'm starting to get used to it. Moldly cheeses ... no.)
Favorite cheese dish? My wife occasionally makes a casserole-stirfry-thing with rice, peas, and cheese (and probably some kind of meat that I'm forgetting). It holds together pretty well.
Last cheese? Yesterday, the lunch buffet at one of my meetings had a cheesy mashed potato dish.
Mindless memes on Facebook. (Mark Zuckerberg is giving away money to anyone who shares this! The White House doesn't believe in Christmas trees! Red Bull contains bull semen!)
I don't read a lot of book series. The one I've been in most recently, though, is the Richard Bolitho naval fiction series written by Alexander Kent.
I'm not entirely sure. It sort of chose me. I enjoyed computers, getting a little exposure at home from my dad, and people always said that I'd be a good teacher. At some point, the two of them came together.
About the only good thing about the Flint Water debacle is that we seem ... finally ... to be moving past the "disaster porn" stage of the crisis. I'll be quite happy when all the celebrities quit talking about it and we can get back to fixing the damn problem.