My mother’s reaction to seeing me play with a black widow spider inspired a 13-year bout of arachnophobia, which I have recently overcome. I occasionally suffer from eczema on my left big toe. I was once rejected from a Family Double Dare audition. After years of staring at books, computer screens and through microscopes, I now live in an impressionist painting. In two unrelated instances, I have inadvertently stolen a car tire and talked a misdemeanor off of my criminal record. As a general rule, I take things either too seriously or not seriously enough. I have a strong stomach and I hardly ever get headaches.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
adventurers, tree climbers, abandoned building explorers, fence jumpers, pool crashers, bike riders, volunteer personal assistants
My Blog
poetry for scientists
Rhabdolover. October 8, 2005.
A love affair with the brain;
A war with the wit
Led me to the ground in a glob of spit.
Death satiates love
I must devour to exist.
Each time the brain I love, ... Posted by on Sat, 08 Oct 2005 20:50:00 GMT
a poem
My floss is longer than your floss, November 13, 2004
My floss is longer than your floss said the gourd to the pen.
Although neither had a mouth to put the floss in.
Their constant bickering wa... Posted by on Thu, 02 Dec 2004 08:26:00 GMT
