Hi, my name's Tom. I also answer to 'hey you' and 'oh my god.'
Something I would like to make clear...If you actually want to talk and/or be added as a friend, please send me a message first and say hello. I get a lot of Myspam and generally delete friend requests from people or bands who I don't know. Most people will probably stop reading right about here, so if you make it to the bottom please go eat a candy bar or something, you deserve it.
I'm a multifaceted quasi-nerd who grew up in a family of building contractors, went to school wanting to be a history teacher, and who wound up as an environmental scientist through a bizarre sequence of events involving cows. I spent most of my work time finding and cleaning up hazardous material spills. I'm also the office computer geek. I try to be nice to people, which is not easy.
I live in a mid-sized suburban town in southwest MA, right outside the happening cesspool that is Springfield. I travel a lot for work; I do jobs all over western MA, Connecticut, and a few in New York.
Attributes of the Tom in its' natural habitat, presented in an easy-to-digest bullet-point format, in recognition of the achievements of the American public school system:
+ The Tom OD'd on Monty Python as an teenager and never really recovered.
+ The Tom is a chronic lateral thinker, and he does not expect to make sense all the time.
+ The Tom does not expect people to get all his jokes, but he still tries anyways.
+ The Tom likes meeting new people and doing new things that do not result in loss of life, property damage, or criminal charges.
+ The Tom finds it amusing when people refer to themselves in the third person.
+ The Tom thinks Frank Zappa is the absolute shit.
I like pancakes. A lot. And German beer. If I had a limitless supply of pancakes and beer, the planet could fall into the sun and I wouldn't care.
I play bass. Fuzzes and envelope filters are most excellent things. When I get bored I play Hendrix, Black Sabbath, and obscure '60s funk songs until the neighbors ask me to stop. Last weekend I learned a Beastie Boys song in 5 minutes.
As a side line, I also conduct nondenominational exorcisms, battle the insufficiently dead undead, slay huge green things with teeth, and do my bit in the eternal struggle against Nyarlathotep, Yog-Sosoth, and the other amorphous horrors from beyond the universe. It pays the bills, but the hours kind of suck. The problem with working with variable space-time continuities is that you really CAN have a Monday that's two weeks long. That and you can't find a medical plan that covers being devoured by tentacled horrors. If you read that and aren't laughing, please go have a margarita or something, because you really need to unpucker.
