Am I different IRL? In some aspects yeah.
Let me elaborate, basically I am a cheerful and fun dude but, somehow surprisingly to those who know me well, I have an intellectual, serious-stuff-pondering “dark side.” Diametrically opposite personalities are encapsulated within the boundaries of the bodily frame I have being confined to reside in. On one hand I am totally loony, always coming up with crazy, irrelevant stuff (my friends often joke that hadn’t my mom conceived me I would have been invented by the guys from Warner Brothers).
Those are the comparisons you get when you are joking about farts, and babbling pseudo-scientific bullshit just for the sake of laughing at the tremendous amounts of gullibility that govern the non-paradigmatic minds of some folks. Come on, don’t tell me that it isn’t funny when obscure, elegant words start popping out of your mouth in a well structured, seemingly well reasoned fashion, and some people take those assertions as true without even contemplating for a minute the self-evident implausibilities implied by them. Suckers! 
But I am digressing now…
Back on subject, being the biological paradox that I am, I can swiftly shift from the nutty, wacky, nonsense-talking kind of dude to the intellectual persona I yearn to become–if I ever get beyond the genetically imposed intellectual barriers erected by the neurologically-impaired, intelligence-deprived, useless arrangement of atoms that occupies the physical space that should have been more conveniently assigned to what you smart people call a brain.
As of right know I am on the futile process of trying to complete the desired, yet slow acting, metamorphosis into such an intellectual being. Unfortunately, at the pace I am going, I will need the benefit of several lifetimes to get there, specially taking into account the fact that my previous incarnations as Napoleon’ s dog Little Narcissus, Nero’ s cat Fireball, Alexander Borgia’ s cow Lucretia’ s Pussy and Santa Claus’ unknown reindeer My Ass is to Big to Fit on a Chimney–among the notable ones–haven’t been able to significantly contribute to the advancement the very noble cause that is dispelling ignorance…
Anyhow, while IRL my personality exudes a dualism analogous to a certain Robert Louis Stevenson novella, my digital self–at least the fragment of it that roams this particular board–tends to favor the more philosophical, knowledge-searching, intellectual-enlightenment-pursuing side of my personality. Even though the Jekyll side normally gains control while on the SDMB, my reason-obstructed, logic-neglecting Hyde periodically gets a hold of the keyboard. And if you have read a sizeable sample of my posts you might have a slight idea of the monumental amounts of mindless crap that emanates from the aforementioned pathetically unproductive organ of “thought” that is my brain.
So yes, there are a couple of differences between my real and virtual personalities. If you want to experience firsthand why do my friends call me “a psychiatrist’s wet dream” you can come here to Costa Rica and I will gladly invite you to a couple of cold ones. Actually, I don’t consume alcohol–yet I display many of the behavioral traits characteristic of those who do. Who knows? Maybe alcohol is a naturally occurring substance in my blood, thus somehow explaining my odd patterns of behavior…
Anyway, not to worry, you can do the beer drinking and I shall stick with my traditional beverage, the nectar of the Gods, the elixir of life: a cold bottle of coke.
::saliva dripping precociously and abundantly off my mouth as its orgasmic presence is visualized through my mind::
Quasar signs off…and goes to submerge himself in the magical world of carbonated beverages. Au revoir my fellow dopers!