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About Me

I am concentrating on creating a device that can manipulate electron holes. This will allow me to create a spin-based transistor.
Rumors of my decapitation were greatly ignored!
I Apologize For My Nasty Slur. Yes, I said it. And I am very sorry. I was totally drunk. At least, I think I was. Forgive me?
I am against horseradish, nutmeg, wasabi, and ginger.
I hate it when people shake their wet hair on me.
I hate it when people persistently call when I'm busy.
I hate the sound that cardboard makes.
I feel like my life is in order when my car is clean.
I change my sunglasses obsessively.
I love the beach, but am creeped out by the water.
I love the smell of rain when it hits the pavement.
Albino's, santa's, clowns and ghosts scare me.
I love the idea of holidays more than the actuality of them.
I kind of like dogs.
My evil vice is chocolate cake.
Ihate spiders and if I find them I put them in the microwave and sing eensy weensy.
I hate subtitles I might as well read the book.
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Chuck Norris -
Facts: On his birthday, Chuck Norris randomly selects one lucky child to be thrown into the sun.
There is no chin behind Chuck Norris' beard. There is only another fist.
Chuck Norris is 1/8th Cherokee. This has nothing to do with ancestry, the man ate a fucking Indian.
Little known medical fact: Chuck Norris invented the Caesarean section when he roundhouse-kicked his way out of his mother's womb.

CURRENT MOON moon phase info

Music:

Anna Lee, the wedding bells keep on ringing, Anna Lee!

Movies:

Television:

Blow up all your TVs, throw away your papers, move to the country, build you a home!

Books:

American Gods by Neil Gaiman

The Bush Countdown Clock
Expiration Date: Jan. 20, 2009 12 p.m.

Heroes:

Abraham Lincoln, from his First Inaugural Address on March 4, 1861: "We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature."