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R.I.P. Sean Taylor

the lunatic is in my head

About Me

I hate stepping in water while wearing socks. I love getting free lunch at work. I hate when the food on my plate is touching. I love waking up on saturdays. I hate drying off with a damp towel. I love when it snows. I hate when it takes longer than 2 seconds to load a webpage. I love when girls come up to you to talk. I hate having cereal and I'm out of milk. I love drinking boilermakers. I hate waiting in line in the men's room like we're a bunch of fucking lemmings. I love putting on clothes fresh from the dryer. I hate drinking warm soda, even with ice. I love the Redskins. I hate the Redskins. I love afternoon meetings at work. I hate trying to figure out which side of the chip has all the salt. I love laughing at all the lil' imports with the big exhaust tips. I hate, I really really hate, fake people.

"I don't want to be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of ME."

My Interests

poker, all sports esp. basketball/football, video games, the usual. go scuba-diving a lot when i got the cash, which is not often.

I'd like to meet:

R.I.P. Hunter S Thompson. HAIL TO THE REDSKINS

Music:

pink floyd, GRATEFUL DEAD, hendrix, beatles, airplanes, THE DOORS, rob zombie, bob dylan, black sabbath, LYNYRD SKYNYRD, george thorogood. Been gettin' into jazz lately, mostly bebop like miles davis, john coltrane, dizzy, etc.

Movies:

kung fu hustle, memento, sideways, a scanner darkly, goodfellas, godfather and all the gangster movies, anything anime, etc.

Television:

[adult swim] esp. Futurama and ATHF

Books:

Favorites: The Dark Tower Series. To Kill a Mockingbird. Battle Angel Alita. The Catcher in the Rye. Anything by Stephen King, his style is smooth. No fucking around, I've probably read close to 10,000 books so far in my life. And that's not including re-reading them.

My Blog

Coaching

I used to live, eat, drink and shit basketball.  In my life, I’ve played in house leagues, travel teams, all-star teams, and AAU.  I’ve worn all types of uniforms, played on all ...
Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 05:52:00 PST

Veni Viti Vici

It's funny how much your life can change in the course of a year.  A year ago, I was watching the Super Bowl in my apartment with people who I considered my good friends.  This year I'l...
Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 02:51:00 PST

RIP Sean Taylor

Every Sunday, I loved to watch you play.  You hit like no other.  You smashed and bruised the opposition.  Your athleticity was praised by all the coaches.  Your speed allowed you ...
Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 05:18:00 PST

Superman

Question:   how the hell does Superman fit his boots inside his dress shoes when he's Clark Kent?  I mean, they're fuckin' boots!  He would have to be wearing size 18 shoes, right?...
Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 04:08:00 PST

BEST TIME OF YEAR

oh my fucking god.  not ONLY is it football season, but it's FANTASY football season.  the absolute no-doubt I'll-smack-your-face-if-you-disagree BEST time of year.  The Redskins. ...
Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 02:54:00 PST

Its a wonderful life

The following realization has yet to cease to amaze me, or to render me with indifference. What a primitive world we live in.  Despite our evolved species, our genius, our ability to achieve wond...
Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 05:26:00 PST

Fiji, bitches!

I'm on the other side of the motherfuckin' world, son.  i'll post the pic's when I get back. 
Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 07:00:00 PST

Under the I N F L U E N C E numero sieta

Shank rode his mare carefully on the beaten path.  His life had taught him to be cautious at all times, even with friends.  With foe's, you could expect the dark;  with friends, you cou...
Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 05:47:00 PST

Under the I N F L U E N C E on the 6th

Gabriel sat staring into the smoldering embers of the dying fire.  His cold blue eyes never blinked, never watered when the smoke drifted into them.  His hat sat low on his brow, the rawhide...
Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 05:03:00 PST

laugh now, cry later

what is the purpose of life?  to find someone to love, and who loves you?  to raise a family?  to be as successful as possible?  to never want?  in the large scheme of things,...
Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Sun, 13 May 2007 08:07:00 PST