all kinds of nerdy shit. starting with Z cars, simpsons, movies, and just about any other nerdy shit you can think of. and for some reason i love the doors. I have an unnatural fascination with the dark, complicated plot lines, people that don't talk much, snowboarding, golf, video games, tattoos, and things that end in the letter L. i also enjoy dr. pepper, growing my hair, wearing sandals, movie posters, foreign people who give effort to function in society, twisty roads, canadian flags, movies that cost too much, cars that are older than my parents, peeing on satellite dishes, driving barefoot, climbing things that weren't meant to be climbed, linux, cheap sunglasses, Queen (yeah that's right!), making fun of people with tribal tattoos, trogdor, and trying to figure out who this GOD fellow is (he and I have some shit to sort out). I've heard an awful lot about the guy but never met him and the Pope won't give up his phone number, everytime I ask him for God's phone number the Pope just sits there and plays with his digital watch. Bastard.42
Clear the pit, you are one tuff mother. Hardcore is your life. You identify with the
hardcore scene and like nothing more than
breaking faces...especially faces that don't
belong to you. If the kids aren't moshing
your way, you lay down the law and get them off
the dance floor by any means necessary. Oh, and
you're probably Edge as crap.
How TUFF are you?
brought to you by Quizillaapparently i'm "Edge as crap." and for some reason "Hardcore is my life." I dig hardcore, don't get me wrong, my roomate listens to it enough that I know the lyrics to most Throwdown songs. "STRAIGHT FUCKING EDGE!" but i'm not edge, or scene, or hardcore. I'm that one normal guy that hangs out with the hardcore and scenester kids. I'm the guy that hangs out with edge kids and smokes but doesn't get murdered for it. That's me. The guy that when people see a pack of edge and hardcore kids they wonder what the hell I'm doing there and wonder if I'm about to get robbed or beat to hell.
Douglas Adams. If you know who that is you rock. If not you suck. He's the author of The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Read it. He got things right in that book. I also wouldn't mind meeting Mr. K (do some homework and you'll get it). Or how about George Romero? God, Satan, the amazing man who pioneered sunflower seeds, and the Pope (I'm not a fan of him but meeting a pope would be a landmark in life) are also on the list. Jim Morrison, Stan Marsh, that guy on the oatmeal boxes, and Bruce Campbell. L. Ron Hubbard would also make the list so I could sit down with him and find out what in the fuck was going through his mind when he thought up scientology. I'm pretty sure the interview wouldn't last long. He was fucking crazy.
I 3 BREAKDOWNS. the doors. zepplin. pink floyd. aerosmith. beattles. queen, wolfmother, As I Lay Dying, Throwdown (even though I'm not edge at all they're just good music), Flogging Molly, The D, Dog Fashion Disco, Unearth, Timmy and the Lords of the Underworld, and basically anything that rocks your fucking socks off.
STAR WARS, RESERVOIR DOGS, the doors, ninja turtles, double indemnity, sin city, pitch black, End of Evangelion(damn that movie's ending to hell), Berzerk (fuck that ending also) and the list goes on too damn far (we can talk if it bothers you that much).
SIMPSONS, old FAMILY GUY, EVANGELION, FUTURAMA, X-PLAY, Attack of the Show, Metalocolypse, Cash Cab, Bleach, Martian Successor Nadesico, Wangan Midnight, Initial D, Modern Marvels, The Daily Show, and if you don't get it by now go to a different page.
The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Where God went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes, and Who is this God Person Anyway?. Also the Alphabet of Manliness.
Zombie Jesus. Not regular jesus because he was just an alky (water to wine? Why not water to clean water, or water to gatorade?) that got nailed to a couple planks of wood. Zombie Jesus kicks ass, he came back from the dead and still feeds on the flesh of the innocent in the hills of Malibu. Also of course my mom. She's my biggest fan! And John McClain. Because nobody dies harder that John McClain.