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About Me

I was born some time during the late sixties and will eventually die. When I do finally shuffle off this mortal coil I would like to have my non-eviscerated corpse dumped somewhere in the Antarctic so that in about five thousand years some scientists can discover my remains and stick them in a museum so that idiots can gawk at me. I have a soft spot (some say in my head) for station wagons and vintage Detroit steel (though, technically, my Chieftain was manufactured in Pontiac). I have several anecdotes or relevant stories for all occasions no matter how utterly bizarre or mundane the situation is. I have been set on fire twice. I'm six foot nothing and weigh something like one hundred and eighty five pounds. I have red hair, though my temples started going grey when I was sixteen. My arms are the exact same length and my legs are two inches shorter than my sister's (she is five foot ten). I can pick up things with my feet and can write (sloppily) with my right foot, though I could definitely do both better if I had opposable big toes!

My Interests

cars, guns, giant robots, pirates, giant monsters, zombies...not necessarily in that order.

I'd like to meet:

My World Visitor Map!

make your own map at: www.modmyprofile.com

Music:

from Count Bassie to Throbbing Gristle. The Rolling Stones is about as country as I'm willing to go...

Movies:

Good movies are OK, but terrible movies can be fun, too.

Television:

That's the big box that I play games and watch movies on.

Books:

Mostly Science Fiction, which is hard, because I am not a fan of crap.

Heroes:

Well, enough of me being a smart-ass (okay, maybe not -- haw haw). While these cats may not exactly be my heroes, from what I hear they are/were gracious and admirable people: Richard D. Winters, Jack R. Robinson, Hayao Miyazaki, Steve Buscemi , Chip Foose

My Blog

Eagan's First Poem

We had the top down as we headed home on Monday. Eagan was staring up into the sky and he called out "hey dad," then rattled off the following: blue sky, white clouds white shirt, blue pants blue...
Posted by Uncle Robot on Wed, 17 May 2006 08:38:00 PST

Tarts been eyeballin' my wallet...

What the fuck is up with every skank with a webcam sending me messages and friend requests lately? Maybe theres a special send a friend request/message to everyone on myspace button that Ive never no...
Posted by Uncle Robot on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 11:27:00 PST

MY EYES!!!! MY EYES!!!!!!! YAAAAARRRRRRGGG!!!

You may think your background is telling the whole world how cool or rad or hardcore you are but all it is really doing is wrecking my fucking eyes! ...
Posted by Uncle Robot on Sat, 07 Jan 2006 12:14:00 PST

Just about the best day ever.

I spent just about the entire day hanging out with my son playing goofy games, drawing pictures, and well, um eating. It had its rough patches, but overall it has been one of the best days that I have...
Posted by Uncle Robot on Thu, 24 Nov 2005 08:57:00 PST

Let's try this again...

What was the first music that you bought with your own money, and what media was it on? (justification is optional) The first music I bought with my own money was Alice Cooper's Welcome to My Ni...
Posted by Uncle Robot on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Uncle Robot's Free Advice; pt 2

Several years ago a dear friend of mine told me a story in order to quiz me about some seemingly incongruous human behavior. She had been touring with a play in the UK with her boyfriend at th...
Posted by Uncle Robot on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Uncle Robot's Free Advice; pt 1

(You may have heard or figured this out for yourself by this time) In the male race there are boys and there are men. Unfortunately it is almost impossible to distinguish one from the o...
Posted by Uncle Robot on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

obsessive self-editing is a weakness of mine...

I'm not sure exactly how this whole blog subscription thing works, but if people are getting inundated with e-mail notices every time that I re-post a blog that I edited and re-edited ad nauseam I am ...
Posted by Uncle Robot on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Tonight I renewed my genuine appreciation for meat.

Today my brother-in-law (who is visiting from Chicago for the next month) and my wife went out shopping specifically for lovely lovely steak. When they found them the steaks were red and bea...
Posted by Uncle Robot on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Fire is not your friend

Fire is a greedy, hateful son of a bitch. In order to live fire must consume/destroy. And it is none too particular about its food. It eats old newspapers and baby kittens with equal relish. "Quote th...
Posted by Uncle Robot on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST