The Don

I'd like to meet:

All kinds of people: If You Can Fog A Mirror (IE Do You Have A Heartbeat?) Just Contact Me, I'm easy just not cheap.

Music:

Classic Rock: Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Doors, Boston, Bad Company, Deep Purple, Jimmy Hendrix

Rock: Depeche Mode, KoRn, Oingo Boingo, Rage Against the Machine, System Of a Down, Queens Of The Stone Age, Orgy

Metal: Ministry, In Flames, Fear Factory, Iron Maiden

Blues: Albert King, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Ray Charles, Muddy Waters

Jazz: Dave Brubeck, Charley Parker, Louis Armstrong, Herbie Handcock, Nat King Cole

Opera: Giuseppe Verdi's: La Traviata, Puccini's: Turandot, and anything Maria Callas.

Classical: Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, Wagner, Motzart

Movies:

Action: The Matrix, Terminator, the 1st Alien (Sigourney Weaver, sexy), All Bond Movies, Die Hard, Silverado, Hard Boiled

Drama: Pulp Fiction, Casablanca, Blue Velvet, True Romance, Twelve Angry Men, A Clockwork Orange

Comedy: Young Frankenstein, Airplane, Blazing Saddles, Scary Movie

Porn: Who Needs Porn?

Television:

Action: 24, Wild Discovery (especially the mating scenes), Cops

Drama: Days of Our Lives

Comedy: The Daily Show (When News Breaks We Fix It) South Park, Ren & Stimpy re-runs, and Aqua Teen Hunger Force

Books:

Action: Tom Clancy’s “Red Storm Rising”, Ian Fleming’s “Bond”

Drama: Eli Wiesel’s “Night”, JD Salinger’s “Catcher in the Rye”, Earnest Hemmingway’s “Old Man in the Sea” and anything Shakespeare

Poetry: Poe” Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary”, Frost “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I...I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." Andrew Marvell’s

To His Coy Mistress

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Heroes:

My Dad, and of course, James Bond.