So you've happened upon this one lil page in cyberspace amongst the gazillions, and yet some inexplicable inner drive has compelled you to linger long enough for at least a cursory overview of this admittedly, quite lengthy blurb o'mine. Well, this could be a good thing - and it'll surely be worth a read...that is, if you happen to be the saucy little minx with whom this displaced Yank/Neuvo-Charlottean is a potential paisano (Italian for "friend"; how nice indeed). So do read on cyber-tigress, and perhaps we'll find we actually have within our collective grasp that whole celebrated, elusive "chemistry" thing upon which to be so inspired as to {{gasp}} actually initiate/engage in dialogue one day! Imagine that! Haha. I truly do sooo enjoy razor-sharp repartee and banter infused with clever retorts and a wee garnish of playfully sarcastic witticism. I am indeed an equal-opportunity offender, myself. You are all my collective target...just kiddin', puddin' ;) I also find that teasingly tasteful flirtation can hit the spot with equal impact. And furthermore, I happen to harbor a healthy neologism fetish (look it up, SAT girl). If you've ever conjured one up, do share. Right then, shifting gears to the details...Ahem, here goes: Yours truly (moi, Sir Brady), a most fun/funny, witty, fit, stylish, romantic (yes it exists), trustworthy, respectable, honest, but a bit twisted (yet off the charts of the coveted 'cool-o-meter' ;) single 'Life O'the Party' kinda guy of mostly Irish descent whom is presently loving living solo in his uptown Charlotte condo, ceaselessly practicing unwavering adherence to his personal mantra of always making a valiant effort whenever warranted to 'under-promise and over-deliver' (and apparently, compose run-on sentences) is "ISO" a "SWPF" (haha, this sh*t cracks me up) with a certain, say, je ne sais quois. Got me? If so, please forage on, cognitive one. Furthermore, this intriguing Brady character wishes to experience all sorts of fun stuff w/a fit and witty cutie looking for a respectful buddy - as well as "activities" partner. Awww. Yeah, I hear ya. Hrmm, what else? K, since you insist, some random factoids (in case ya ever find yourself faced with an "All About Brady" category/answer on Jeopardy): I think Sacha Baron Cohen is a comedic genius (his alter egos the likes of Ali G, Borat, and that flaming Austrian flake, Bruno); the same goes to my comedic crush and deliciously absurd/politically incorrect babe...Sarah Silverman! Listenin' to her is akin to hangin' with me (yeah, I wish I was that spot on – but I’m close!)...although you will certainly chuckle 'til ya tinkle on occasion I tell ya ^_^. I'm also fanatical over LIVE MUSIC of many genres; all of the numerous unparalleled creations by the innovative pioneers of HBO; feeding my melon w/fascinating stuff on Discovery/PBS/TLC/Nova/NatGeo; amazing red wines (and a few whites); ancient things and fashion forward things alike; night time thunderstorms; creative cooking; rendering/serving/imbibing top-shelf elixirs; genealogy/ancestry; absolutely love camping outdoors (esp. Adirondack Mtns.); aspirations to travel to new and exciting destinations; attire tends to be very current, blurring the lines b/t Banana Republic & Brooks Bros…tossing in a lil Diesel and lotsa Original Penguin with even a tiny dash of Guess trendiness, steeped in Nordstrom classiness - with my own touch of rugged...but never cheesy! I am something of a selective footwear snob, denim/jeans snob, an absolute beer snob, and a steadfast music snob - yet I refuse to judge others simply based on respective ineptitude, haha. Homeboy is deeper than that. Besides, such incompetence is curable for the willing, with a qualified mentor ;) What else shall we cover? Well, on the affection tip, I admit to thoroughly enjoying giving/receiving head-to-toe massage (as well as well-placed kisses for blissfully lengthy stretches of time - but we shan't go into explicit detail on that one just yet luvbug. Baby steps, right?) BTW, I do realize that the mug shots I've posted are, well, just a wee bit creepy (…is he merely unphotogenic - or is it actual repulsiveness? You make the call! Hint: it usually isn’t the latter, promise) - and it's probably tempting to draw the conclusion (most erroneously) that my family tree doesn't quite "fork" - but don't ya be judgin' a bloke just on the pix alone now, lil miss thing. Granted, while I certainly didn't exactly hit the "genetic lottery", rest assured I’ll be far less freakish in person and a mucho more appealing interstellar love unit at that...haha not really, but you get my point. Sorry, wacky mood here as usual. Oh, and the cheesy flexing stuff is for yucks only - ya know, the obligatory boxer brief shot. I'm not "that guy"! Right then. Sooooo, let's have some crazy fun gettin' acquainted, shexy stranger...talk to me. If not, that's okay too; I'll get over ya....with whiskey, pills and self-help books, perhaps. Wow, the silliness just doesn't end ^_~ K, enough retardation for now (and writing like a walking f'n thesaurus of a raving lunatic at that...well, the dendrites were firing at an unusually elevated rate when I whipped up this gem. So there.) Well ciao for now mystery chick...and if so inspired, you may indeed initiate your stalking of me, se vous ples, either on here; with Yahoo IM at: contactbrady; or via email: contactbrady@yahoo.com. Also acceptable: Morse code, homing carrier pigeon, pony express, smoke signals. Thx bunches & mucho luff, ~::Brady::~

Trying valiantly to maintain and manage that delicate balance between work, play, self improvement, home improvement, family stuff, friends/social life, and that fun search for Miss Compatible!

Trivia, listening, communicating, having people open up/confide/seek advice, comforting/consoling, fitness training, making people soil themselves laughing (hard chuckle = light tinkle), and a proud black belt recipient in kissing.

My wheelchair (kidding - bad joke)...probably the lisp (again, silly joke). Most likely the witty humor. Also, my forearms tend to develop disproportionately to the rest of my body when I'm hitting the gym regularly...a bit of Popeye syndrome of sorts I suppose, so I try to avoid too many arm sets. Riveting story, eh? I hear ya.

Music: Got a minute?? Hah...Ok, regarding music (oooh, sweet music), well, that's a bit of a passionate topic. K then Capt. Twistarm...If music's your thing (especially "indie" category and related genres - NOT cheeseball, commercially killed, pre-packaged, "music row" crap-for-the-masses stuff for brain dead, shallow simpletons) then well, we need to talk buddy...far too much to list. The next big talent to hit the States: 'The Morning After Girls'...purely innovative, pioneering, category-defying genius. And let us not overlook yet another uber-talented convergence of brilliance also containing that friendly "girl" word: 'West Indian Girl'. They will indeed activate neurotransmission in unchartered regions of your melon's grey stuff. You heard it here first, rock star. I made this same call with Coldplay many moons ago, well before they became uber-stars. Let's add a few other must-have's for the sadly oh-so-few "musically cool" types out there: again, Coldplay; Brian Jonestown Massacre; Camera Obscura; BRMC; STP; Allman Bros. Band (40th Anniversary tour on now...represent); Snow Patrol; Sinatra; The Ponys; The Dandy Warhols; DeVotchKa; Ladyhawke; Lifehouse; Third Eye Blind; MGMT; R.E.M.; The Shins; Unified Theory; Blind Melon; The Police; The Avett Brothers; The Verve; The Bravery; Mute Math; Bob Marley, Trey (Phish is back, FYI); Widespread Panic; Zero 7; U2; My Morning Jacket; Fleetwood Mac (my hangover cure music); the mighty Zep; Ray LaMontagne; Doors; West Indian Girl (worth the redundancy); Third Eye Blind; The Be Good Tanyas; Neko Case; The Cardigans; Fleet Foxes; The Raconteurs; and of course, the ceaseless, relentless, perpetual genius of good ol' DMB...among virtually countless other obscure mind-blowing trail blazers of which you're likely not yet familiar (operative word: 'yet'...just meet me & you're good lassy). Sh*t, at least borrow my iPod for a life-enhancing experience. Start with this stuff my protégé, and you'll be well on your way out of the hell that is comprised largely of all that childish, cringe-inducing talentless ineptitude of the pathetic "rap-tarded" Neanderthals masquerading as musicians; or goofy, adolescent "hip-hop" seemingly created for primates with a lobotomy; and lastly that nerdy, substance-free pop-country* for incompetent inbreds (*unlike tolerable "real" country, a la Cash, Hank 1 & 3, Patsy C., etc.). I welcome you into my realm of unparalleled true entertainment! Real musical talent does indeed exist…you just need to dig deep to find it and be deep to feel it. I liken it to a gentle brain massage or a warm blanket over the soul. Alert me when you feel ready for music lesson number two. Now get to it, and feel free to thank me later for your newfound bliss (a.k.a. “aural sex”…brilliant, I know…I should copyright my sh*t, haha.)

Movies: Love 'em...and many sorts/types/themes at that...inquire within for more.

Television: HBO is the primary reason to own a TV...there is simply nothing else that even remotely compares (esp. on Sunday evenings of course…they’ve swept the Emmy’s every year since I’ve been counting, and are only getting better). Other amazing content is always on the NatGeo Channel, and I do respect the awesome wit of Conan O. late night. Otherwise, I find most “regular cable” shows just too simple, tacky & predictable {yawns}. Current events and news updates can be snagged online or CNN & Fox. And finally, my sport of choice can be observed live right down the street here (go Panthers! Tough start this season, but don’t be a fair weather fan, right?)

Books: Non-fiction; period. Reading is an addiction - but only material from which I can garner useful knowledge and expand my cognitive horizons.

Food: As goes the sustenance thing, well far too many favorite things to list individually short of sitting here a good hour. Fav’s are mainly Sushi, Italian, & Thai cuisines; and wine, wine, & wine. Let's compare notes.

The "duh" answers: H2O, food, oxygen, shelter, clothing, freedom.

The desirables: Love, family, laughter, intensely passionate sex, REAL music, true friends.

The infinite life enhancing/extending possibilities of advancements in pluripotent stem cell manipulation (yep yep, true story).

Likely at a live local music venue if there's something tempting happening there...unless I just need to decompress and recharge from the week at home for a lively forthcoming Sat. night (love me some Saturday). It's a definite plus to reside in the center of the "entertainment district" of the largest city in the Carolinas after all...c'mon, all work & no play makes Jack a dull boy, no?

Have maybe just a wee bit of an innocent, kinky little fetish: please inquire ^_~

Realizing my curse of being far too imperfect to be so dang selective, I still think staying single beats having settled...are ya with me on that? Anywho, the luminous lil forest fire of an enchantress I’ve yet to encounter has that "whole package" thing going on: quick-witted with a deep, sharp, colorful, fearless, silly, and ever so twisted sense of humor (yes, nearly the single greatest personal attribute aside from integrity - HUMOR! Think endorphins, dopamine, serotonin - you know - all that succulent brain-gasm sauce); as well as smart, affectionate, active, synaptic (like the ability to do more than just fog a mirror); no extra chromosomes (well we are in the South); and also trustworthy, ambitious, playful, and preferably leaning toward the leaner side - or at least fit and proportionate - whom agrees that masters in the art of “pre-game playtime” and the imperative “post-event snuggle” are few and far between (but hasn't lost hope) ^_~