Nothing To Be Done

I am a geek, true and proud. I like to consider myself verbose and I really do enjoy using big, scary words. As arrogant as all that sounds, I do also love when people teach me something new. Food is one of my great passions. I'm not a great cook, but I do love eating great cooking. Does that count? You want more? Fine: I have defeated the Big Bad Wolf in chess and Alfred Hitchcock in a boxing match. I have spoken with Beowulf on the subject of how best to prepare eggs and will tell no one what he told me. I finished the Kessel Run in eleven parsecs and won't hear otherwise. I learned the hard way that metal (as in heavy) is NOT the Special Olympics. Gilgamesh is on my speed dial, but he doesn't want the number getting out, so I will not give it to you. I am the last son of Sparta, I'm just behind in the training regiment. I have three tea leaves given to me by Alfred Pennyworth, when the time comes, I know how to use them. I pranked Christopher Walken with a tire iron. I shot a man in Reno, then IMMEDIATELY called an ambulance cause I didn't wanna watch him die. Finally, I have dreamed of sunken R'lyeh and seen the face of Cthulhu and drove HIM to madness. At least that's what the invisible man tells me. I stole this idea from my dear friend Marc Abrigo who is on Myspace and who is manlier than Don Adams in his prime. And my profile looks like this because I prefer to have a profile that's less flashy than me.