HEY. I'M A REGULAR GUY WITH A FACE. YOU KNOW, JUST LIKE YOU. OK, MAYBE NOT JUST LIKE YOU , BUT YOU KNOW, IT'S ON THE FRONT OF MY HEAD JUST BELOW MY HAIR LINE, SO THERE'S THAT.
TANGENT:
(WELL, UNLESS YOU'RE UNEMPLOYED, OR PERHAPS INELIGABLE FOR EMPLOYMENT IN SOME FASHION, OR MAYBE EVEN TOO YOUNG TO WORK, OR TOO OLD. AND ON THE SCHOOL PART, WELL, MAYBE YOU'RE DONE, OR HAVE YET TO ATTEND A METROPOLITAN UNIVERSITY, OR PERHAPS A RURAL COMMUNITY COLLEGE, OR PERHAPS YOU'RE JUST TOO DAMNED DUMB. WELL, IN ANY CASE, WORSE ODDS THAN BEFORE. [THANKS FOR MAKING THIS USELESS JOURNEY WITH ME. {I KNOW IT WAS A LONG WAY TO GO WITH NO ACTUAL SUBSTANCE, BUT CONGRATS ALL THE SAME.}])
Aliens. Now that would be something. But if you can hold a drink and a conversation at the same time, that'd be good too. I'm not from around here, and I want to make some friends, some music, and some pie... Damn, I love pie. Oh, wait, I'm getting side tracked...
Is INFINITELY better for dancing than trying to cut a rug to the piercing screams of the Albanian woman with night terrors who lives in 3B. Unfortunately, I can't dance. I have the dancing skills of a 3-legged giraffe with blunt head trauma. But a man can dream... a man can dream.
I like all kinds of music, except for country and rap... Here's a smattering of some of my favorite artists: Zeppelin, Tool, old NIN, Rage, Perfect Circle, Mudvayne, Coltrane, Muse, Chili Peppers, Dream Theater, Avenged Sevenfold, Pantera, Rush, Se7endust, T. Monk, Chiodos, Disturbed, FLAW, STP, SRV, Aerosmith, SOAD, Ziggy, old Korn, Queen, Doobie Brothers, Herbie Hancock, Charlie Parker, Holst, & Mozart.
Are like books, but don't take as long to sit through. I like many, many movies. Som of my favorites are from guys like FINCHER, ARONOFSKY, KUBRICK, NOLAN, SINGER, BURTON, COPPOLA, TARANTINO, BROOKS, GILLIAM, the WACHOWSKIS & the COENS
Is the Devil. It will suck you in and eat your brain. Damn you, Food Network! But I still watch... cuz i'm mildly retarded
Taste bad and are pretty heavy on the carbs. Better for reading, however. The ones with pictures are pretty.
He is awesome. Oh, and you know the screwball who used to wander through the park screaming at the birds, rubbing up against the trees, and gesticulating wildly at inanimate objects? He, too, was something. I'd like to hear his thoughts on string theory.