If you’ve landed here and you’re actually curious about my personal life, read on. As you can probably couldn’t tell by my demeanor on this site, I’m a bit of a joker with a pretty diverse and eclectic taste of this, that, and the other.

Who is Frank Caron? Well, I’m a 20-something year old career-driven professional living with my girlfriend Laura in the sometimes-beautiful, oftentimes-depressing city of Toronto in Ontario, Canada. I’m a proud Canadian, father of none, and dedicated spendthrift.

I was brought up in the picturesque town of Clarkson in south-western Mississauga. My Italian mother Josephine and French father Norman raised me to be a good kid—still not sure where that went wrong. I enjoyed a great childhood, a good education, and, quite evidently, some good food. At some point, my parents had another son. I thought for the longest time his name was “Brother” and that I owned him. Turns out I was wrong. His name is Joseph. Far as I can tell, he plays the guitar and smokes cigarettes.

Though raised Catholic and Liberal, I’m currently neither. The best descriptor for me would probably be “pessimistic social capitalist”; I believe in money for the people, by the people, and then back to one guy who is hopefully me. No, that’s not true. That’s just my poetic way of saying “dear God, please someone give me a job or send me money.”

There are a few things that I derive pleasure from. At one point, prior to work, blogging was one of them. I blogged a lot. Sometimes, it got me into trouble. At one point I stopped, and now I’ve started again. Beyond that, though, I found solace in the fact that I was at least somewhat normal in my enjoyment of music, movies, and other entertainment.

I’m a long-time lover of animation; not anime or cartoon, per se, but animation. Renaissance and The Triplets of Belville are two of my favourites, second only to the original Animation Show which I first saw in a rustic indie theater in downtown Waterloo. I’ll never forget that day, and I’ll never forget La course àl’abîme.

When it comes to music, I like all genres. When I’m clubbing, I like trance; when I’m in transit, I like punk rock; and when I’m going out to party, I like underground hip hop. However, there exists one genre-less, specific requirement that wins me over most of the time. Whether it’s trance, synth pop, or punk rock, I flock to music where a pretty girl serenades me. Lights, Flyleaf, Paramore, Oceanlab: if it’s got a pretty girl singing, I’m in.

Come to think of it, that goes for movies, too. Juno, The Tracey Fragments, Almost Famous…. I guess it’s a fetish of sorts.

Weird. Okay. Moving on.

Entertainment-wise, I love gaming. No doubt about that. I’m also a huge fan of mixed martial arts, hockey, and live theater. But nothing rapts me more than stand-up comedy. There’s something undeniably appealing about a man who has mastered the art of standing and comedying at the same time. Doug Stanhope, Dave Attell, and Patton Oswalt are at the top of my list. Surprisingly not so much a fan of George Carlin and Richard Pryar, though. I’m weird like that.

Like any other internet goon, you can trace pretty much all of my activity on the web through a variety of other services. I’m an active participant on “The Twitter,” as well as the all-important Facebook and LinkedIn. You can also find my pictures on Picasa, the music on my Zune, my video tastes on YouTube, and my “random internet links” affinity on Digg. Hell, you can even track my Xbox or my other gaming time.

Of course, if you’re lazy like me, you’ll probably want to get all of that in one place. Tada, Friendfeed. And hey, there’s always Google’s secrets…