I only drink ginger ale on airplanes. I also spend copious amounts of time considering how much better I am than you.
I don't think you're bad people, I just think that your aesthetic is horrible. Please treat me with the same respect and candor. I would appreciate the honesty. A little less professional, a little more upfront and confrontational.
Here are a few pictures I liked enough to put on my server at markmatich.com.
Click here for the rest of my photos I've uploaded to my picasaweb account. Some of them are good, but most are just junk I've uploaded there.
Likes:
Music. Anything that rocks.
Making sushi
Riding my bike
My website.
Listening to podcasts of shows I miss during the day.
Shooting targets
Karaoke.
Taking pictures.
Beer
Wii Sports
Eggplant and zucchini
Calphalon Pans.
Cooking
Vegweb.com: Kickin the vegan recipes yo.
Cursor.org. It helps me not be stupid about current events.
Juan cole. He helps me not be stupid about the middle east.
Wikipedia: Helps me not be stupid about pretty much anything else.
I love it when animals get messed with by human beings and end up wrecking the humans. Tigers and elephants mauling their handlers, bulls goring bullfighters or stomping idiots in spain, etc...
Dislikes:
Willfully ignorant people.
PeOpLe WhO TyPe LiKe ThIs. Please die in a fire.
Ppl who lik 2 typ lik this. Seriously, there are well over 100 keys on a keyboard. Feel free to branch out and use them all. It's fun and interesting.
I'm not a big fan of eating meat. But that's a personal choice. Do what you do.
Incorrect pronunciation or word usage.
People who are way too cheery about completely insignificant crap.
People who beat around the bush and obfuscate what they want to say. Don't waste my time.
People who talk for the sake of saying something, rather than having something to communicate. Ford prefect had a theory about this, that if people didn't keep their mouths moving, their lips might just seize up. Or perhaps if their mouths stopped moving, their brains might start working. I think that's an excellent theory.
Basically I'm a cantankerous curmudgeon. You wouldn't want to hang around with me.
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Music I'm digging right now:
Iteration - Propagandhi
Donald wept through the proceedings. His tears soaked through the canvas that cloaked his twisted face and they stained his orange jumpsuit where with such rare distinction he once displayed the evidence of his outstanding contributions to the maintenance of a kingdom come. But those days are gone. He's nothing more than a number on a docket thick with shareholders, engineers, PR firms and politicians: war-profiteers.
"How the fuck did I end up here? This just isn't fair. Ain't no place for a millionaire."
He searches for the words to stop this table in mid-turn, like "we are but old men" and "we only did what we were told", but the laughter from the gallery drowns out these vestiges of a profession's oldest defense.
"The court will direct the record to reflect compliments from the bench; you sir, are central casting's crowning achievement. And for your outstanding performance in a comedic role, I'd like to dedicate the findings of the jury to the dead."
But how can one man ever repay a debt so appalling? Can't gouge 10,000 eyes from a single head, so I think we should observe a sentence that will serve to satisfy both a sense of function and poetry. So you will spend the rest of your days drenched in sweat, with your face drawn in a rictus of terror as you remove another buried land mine fuse. Meanwhile, 100 yards back behind the sandbags, a legless foreman pulls the trigger on a red megaphone. Squelching feedback. Drunken laughter. Broken English. His dead daughter's picture. Time and tide, no one can anticipate the inevitable waves of change.
