Anyone ever notice that you write one of these, it feels like self-aggrandizement. I'm either compelled to downplay my aweseomeness or hang big flashing signs about my person that advertise that I'm the Eighth Wonder of the World. Either way I feel as though I come off as a loon, an idiot, entlrely lifeless, or all of the above.

In light of the above: I'm a man, intelligent, and easygoing. I can also take on Godzilla with one arm tied behind my back. And there I am. A good mix of humility and... lunacy.

If I have caught your attention and you prefer the more mundane description, please read on.

I'm in shape but not in any military shape. I'm trying to get back to the lean, mean machine I was in the Marines. So I'm working out more often like I was in the Corps, but with a lot less O'dark-thirty mornings and punitive boots and utes or 20 milers. I would love to try the Spartan Race, it looks alot like boot camp and I'm sure I can do it.

My next event in my life is going to be backpacking up in Northern Wisconsin or maybe Michigan. I've got my eye on Isle Royale but that depends on my friends and when they can go. I'd prefer to miss the black flies that are as thick as fog in the mid to late summer since it's rather hard to enjoy nature when you wish you had a flamethrower to kill all the flies.

Also, I've a mind to go back and finish my bachelor's degree since it seems the opportunity I left school to pursue has run it's course. I'd really love to major in philosophy instead of engineering or software design but I'm not sure there are any job openings for the next Camus.

I love to cook. If I encounter something in a restaurant that I enjoy, I will make sure I can, at worst, duplicate the dish or, at best, surpass it. Those around me always remark that I should open a restaurant but I think that would take the enjoyment out of the experiences. I prefer to cook for those I care about and not to make a living. Right now, I've got breakfast on my mind and I'm thinking: the lightest, fluffiest scrambled eggs seasoned with just a bit of salt, pepper, Parmigiano Reggiano... and the rest is my secret.

My greatest strength is my ability to learn very quickly. After years of picking up and running with a new skill, I have a pastiche of skills that have all been useful at one point or another. As a consequence, a drinking game that some of my friends like to play using me as the game piece, of sorts, is entitled, "Drink if Tim has ever done this."

I stand tall. I walk with my head high and proud. But I am not loud, nor talkative. I prefer to listen and observe and take in my surroundings. People watching is always entertaining.

I read what catches my imagination, though it's primarily science fiction. I've read George R. R. Martin's series, "A Song of Ice and Fire," long before it had become a TV show.
I don't particularly go out of my way to watch a movie. And I haven't watched TV in over two years.
As for music, I listen to anything but I do have a penchant for classical works, swing, and modern and classic rock.
Mmm... food. That is a difficult one and I'm certain to run out of room so I'll only venture into my latest memorable dining experience. I've recently enjoyed my sushi chef cousin's visit, it might have had something to do with the live fish, fresh caught fish, and overnight shipped once-frozen fish he brought along. I don't think I've had that much sushi and sashimi in one sitting in my life.

1. The choice to choose what I want/need right now.

End. Done. Fini. There are a great many things that I am "from my cold, dead hands" about. Choosing six items would be agonizing and entirely dependant on why I'm forced to choose just six items.

Surprisingly, it's not food. I think I have a theme going on my previous topics.
Honestly, I don't have any one thing I think about. My mind meanders from one scenario to the next with events that could have been, and usually are, torn from whatever I've read, seen, or heard. For example: I sit in my office on the fourth floor and wonder what I might do if the floors below me became a blazing inferno, terrorists come take hostages, or the zombie outbreak flares to life. Probably a side effect of an overactive imagination coupled with military MOUT defense training. Or just the overactive imagination.

Out with my best friends, laughing, drinking, eating, and telling stories about the insanity each and every week brings us. Ah! Good times.

Je suis Napoléon!

... no, not really.

I'm not sure what to put here. My pinkie toes look mangled?

Write me if your smart, intelligent, kind, interesting... Is this beginning to sound generic?

We'll keep it simple. Just message me if you want to message me.