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Charlie

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

I know what detasseling corn is (Super Crue motha fuckers). Once when I was a kid, I had an earache so bad that I bled from the ear. In 1985, when my grampa was helping my dad hoe the garden in the front forty, a guy on a bike came hauling ass down the hill on the oil and gravel road. he was completely naked with a mess of wild matted hair and almost gave my grampa a heart attack. He was my neighbor, a nudist that lived far back in the woods in a lean-to dug into the earth they called "the Cave." I live with a cat named Turbo that will claw the shit out you on a whim. We got him high on catnip for the first time last night and he just hid under the bed. One of my favorite places in the world is on a tube in an ice-cold river south of Austin, Tejas. I used to collect arrowheads as a kid and still have them. I am a copywriter at an advertising agency and I spend too much time at work. I bought a quilt at a garage sale in the Marina the other day. It's lime green and orange and purple and in general hideously awesome. The sale consisted of all the belongings of a woman who had been hit by a bus and was killed a few weeks before. The family was raising money for her funeral expenses. In Brazil, they have worms that live in the sand that will burrow in your feet if you're not careful. They call them 'foot monsters' and they leave tracings on the hard sand that look like aerial photographs of a city with all the streets and whatnot. I have been ordering Thai food from the same restaurant since I moved to SF. It's not that it's particularly good, it's just that their pad thai has a taste that I will forever associate with good pad thai because it was the first pad thai that I ever had. The delivery driver I call “My Thai Guy” told me he had to move back to Thailand because he finished school. I asked him if he was excited and he said he wasn't because he loved America and would stay if his visa hadn't expired. It was heartfelt. And it was strange because although he had delivered food to me at three different apartments I'm certain more than a hundred times over the course of a few years, we had up until then never had a conversation beyond the hello, here's your receipt exchange. My father wanted to name me Zeno Mott after my great grandfather and my great uncle, respectively. Zeno's favorite food was pig’s ear sandwiches. My grandfather had gone to ask Zeno for permission to marry my grandmother at Zeno's local bar where he always hung out. Zeno made him eat a pig's ear sandwich with him before he said yes. Grandpa claims the pig's ear was as tough as leather and still had little downy hairs on it. I've never eaten a whole banana and probably never will. I have had the following pets: a king snake, three dogs, four cats, a ferret, box and paint turtles, a ferret, many finches, a pigeon, anoles, a hissing cockroach, a hermit crab, guinea pigs, a gerbil, tree frogs, random fish, an alligator snapper and a small deaf mute named Kiki.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Hypnotists who are willing to teach. Anyone with real deal ESP but not the evil demonic kind. People who think they have met me in a former life or have recently dreamt about me but have not, up until that dream, actually met me. People with tragically lame superpowers, for example: the ability to move floating dust motes with his/her minds; the ability to breathe out of his/her ears; the ability to consume massive quantities of one very rare and very poisonous substance with which he/she will never ever come in contact; the ability to hover a centimeter above the ground; the ability to run as fast as a cheetah on crystal meth but only with his /her eyes closed. I'd like to meet people that like to drink cheap beer in divey bars and nice girls with a thing for bald guys with 44-inch waistlines. Maybe, I'd like to meet a true Cinnamon Girl, which is either a girl with cinnamon-colored hair (no dye jobs); a girl that naturally, through some genetic quirk, gives off the odor of cinnamon from the backs of her knees; a girl who is an importer of spices (a wholesaler would be fine too); or a girl who was given the name Cinnamon at birth by her addled single mother and was thereby destined to end up hanging upside-down from a brass pole high on a stage in a back alley joint called the Diamond Den. Oh, and I want to meet famous people before they become famous so that when they do become famous, I can tag along and get paid and enjoy all the perks without having the pressure of keeping up my dashing good looks (which is something that I don't currently loose sleep over), worrying about if and when my talent will dry up like a worm on the sidewalk or continually hiding the fact that I actually have no talent and am not particularly good looking but through some odd twist of pop culture this has gone largely unnoticed.

My Blog

Song Lyrics

This began as a drunken improv when I stole the mic at a cheap practice space. As you can see, it's progressed far beyond that. Brace yourself for lyrical genius. > Dr. Doolittle's Blues> > - by Beard...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 07:21:00 GMT

Bitter St. Valentine's Day Haikus

A contest at work. Here are my entries:Hate chicks? Then get fat.Girls won't fuck you, but that's whatBelly folds are for. Babe, you're like sliced bread. I went down on you and gotSome dough on my l...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 13:28:00 GMT

Old story I just found - what do you think?

The Woodsman's Unlikely Bride Sir, a pile of guts scraped from the belly of a slain deer is short work for wolves, to be sure. Left steaming and odd on the forest floor, in the morning it is no longer...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 18:35:00 GMT

Steal this book

Jack Black's You Can't Win is the story of a nameless wanderer, hobo, yegg, and opium addict, carving out a life at the turn of the century. Black's unrelentingly honest account of his life is a beati...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Mar 2005 15:17:00 GMT

Contrary to popular belief, I am not the Mad Gasser

The Mad Gasser of Mattoon Mattoon, which is located in the southeastern part of Central Illinois, is a fairly typical example of a rural Midwestern town. The strange events that took place here in ...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Mar 2005 14:57:00 GMT

Ricky Loves his Chicken

genuine KFC secret recipe 2 cups flour 1/2 tsp salt 1/2 tsp thyme 1/2 tsp basil 1/2 tsp oregano 1 tbsp celery salt 1 tbsp black pepper 1 tbsp dry mustard 4 tbsp paprika 2 ts...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Mar 2005 13:25:00 GMT

how to field dress a deer

Field Dressing Your Deer Your persistence has paid off; your deer is down, now what do you do? What you do now will determine the quality of your bucks meat at the table. Proper care of your deer i...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Mar 2005 12:45:00 GMT

from feralchildren.com

The Diary of the Wolf-Children of Midnapore (India) by The Reverend J. A. L. Singh Missionary S. P. G. Mission and the Rector The Orphanage, Midnapore Midnapore, India. These are Singh's d...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Mar 2005 10:37:00 GMT

real life hatemongers - the emails to prove it

I hope that this was intended as a joke. But even still, it's not funny. I'm so aghast that you would even think that I would refer to someone in terms of their ethnicity. By even thinking th...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Feb 2005 11:26:00 GMT

dumb dumb dumb dumb

From an religious watchdog site: Who is Xenu? I'm going to tell you a story. Are you sitting comfortably? Right, then I'll begin. Once upon a time (75 million years ago to be more precise) t...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Feb 2005 17:37:00 GMT