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Tim

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships and Friends

About Me

I am a throwaway, background character with tiny ambitions and only the roughest sketches of plans for the future. I collect toys. I write fiction and occasionally-decent poetry. I exist to fill gaps in social circles and to fund Hasbro. I am a font of random, useless information. I will kick your ass at hide-and-seek. And I have a fear of the telephone like you wouldn't believe. ----- A creature of inertia, I will generally remain static unless acted upon by an outside force. ----- My perceptions and impeti are often divided by a maudlin, melodramatic streak and an impulse to lampoon and deflate self-importance. ----- My collection of poetry, OSCILLATIONS OF THE CLOCKWORK KID, can be purchased through Amazon.com, PublishAmerica.com, and other vendors where fine things are sold.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

People who are NOT webcam girls or in a shitty band.

My Blog

Ain't it a fwiggin' shame?

I'm tired.July was busy, so no blog.  My folks were in for the first bit of the month:  good times.  Then there were parties and birthdays and such.  I don't know if I've ever consumed so much alcohol...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Aug 2009 14:03:00 GMT

lickety split bloggity blog

I'm overdue for a blog, but I'm feeling uber lazy, so this'll be half-assed. Probably a lot of sentence fragments and assumed subjects. But who cares? Myspace is such a fucking ghost town these day...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jun 2009 23:19:00 GMT

disturbing parallels between myself and Anakin Skywalker

Anakin:  I'm a Jedi.  I know I'm better than this.To err is human, so I shouldn't be so surprised when I fuck something up.  But I've been making some boneheaded mistakes lately, and I can't help but ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 13:00:00 GMT

really, really bad idea

I've been seeing ads on TV saying that the phone company is offering online backup for your hard drive. Does anyone else view this as mephistophelianly evil? I mean, I know the heart-breaking frustr...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 23:23:00 GMT

burn my dreams and visions

I recently had occasion to go on my own little walkabout (my car's timing belt broke--an easy, if costly, repair--and I was reduced to common perambulation for a few days), so I had time to reflect on...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 14:08:00 GMT

Mellow Drama

I know a fair number of people, who, lacking sufficient drama in their lives, will manufacture drama, just to stir the pot a little; hell, Im related to some of these folks. I, however, am not of th...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 17:38:00 GMT

Man Versus Nature (Jealous Guy)

Well, its time once more for my annual post-Valentines blog. This year, rather than my usual Star Trek mini marathon, I spent the ol V-day with Ann. (We had some pizza and watched a movie.) Is t...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 11:33:00 GMT

The Doldrums

I am becalmed, adrift on a flat and featureless sea, my canvas slack against the mast. The museum is temporarily closed, between shows, and my hours at the bookstore have been cut (hopefully temporar...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 15:18:00 GMT

State of the Onion VII: Another Year Over

Well, 2008 was a strange one for me.  I blame it on Saturn return.Of course, much was the same as years previous.  I bought a butt-load of toys, the only noteworthy aspect of which is how I'...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jan 2009 14:41:00 GMT

Urge to Kill Rising (or the Blog of Eternal Stench)

Dr. Heinz Henisch, family friend, once related an anecdote to me about a neighbor of his who wanted to kill his (Heinz's) tame groundhogs. Instead of guns, poison, or fatal spring-loaded clamp jaws, ...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Dec 2008 21:00:00 GMT