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Foucault Yuoh

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door.
There is a small mailbox here.


Don't drink soap! Dilute! Dilute! Or wet skin well! OK!

Wank City!! Vice Squad.

La Cumbre ninjas, keep the faith.

In related news, I finally sucked my way off the radio. Still, give the Kick-Sub some love: webstream at www.kcsb.org ; see my old playlists. Yes, I mattered once, by Jeebus.

4SJ

My Interests

San Francisco Giants. BTVS/Angel/Firefly. Books. Social ineptitude around things with breasts (including chickens). Deejaying guitar-based dance music (soul, funk, garage, neo-garage, glam, punk, britpop, mod, indie, subgenre, other-subgenre, totally-made-up-subgenre). Being the Ducky for beautiful women. and eating poo, becuase it's nutritious! Also, leaving my account logged in on public computers so smartasses with crappy spelling can hack my profile. I'm kinda getting into sharks, too.

I'd like to meet:

The mentally or emotionally weak who can be pawns in my inscrutable game. People who don't try to scrute my inscrutable game. Bootsy. People who don't try to scrute Bootsy. Scrute you.

Music:

You've either never heard of it, which makes me feel pompous, or you have heard of it, which makes me feel common. Just assume I'm common and pompous. Also, Hickey.

Movies:

High Fidelity. Bull Durham. Chinatown. Spiceworld. Serenity. Army of Darkness. The Faculty. That video we made for James where Katy tells off that douchebag pot dealer and Gina falls over the couch.

Television:

Doctor Who. Joss Whedon productions. Baseball Tonight. Doctor Who. Mythbusters. Scrubs. Daily Show. Doctor Who. Doctor Who.

Books:

I'm reading something about Kurt Godel by Rebecca Goldstein right now. I'm going two pages at a time because I keep falling asleep. Smart people are, apparently, very tiring.

Heroes:

Swinging-Things Guy (hangs out by the Pardall Tunnel in Isla Vista most mornings). Rebecca Traister (brain crush! brain crush!). Anyone who hits Dave Eggers in the face with pies. Robyn Bell (who kills when it counts, and also I think hates me now). The guy who invented the glass beverage cap which pops to let you know it hasn't been tampered with, after which it can be used to drive that arrogant chick who sits in front of you and thinks her opinions are worth spouting without either raising her hand or thinking back to see if five other people have said it already totally fucking apeshit aggro ('strue). Matty Luv (not for the drugs, for writing the best song about a taqueria EVER). Guys who drive the mobile barbecue trucks (NEATO!).