"I'm letting you know that it is okay to act on this fantasy because I am gross and so are you."
At this point I'm effectively nocturnal
I can't decide if I'd rather join a cult or found one.
ONLY ACCEPTING MESSAGES FROM LADIES WHOSE SELF-SUMMARY CAN'T FIT IN THIS LITTLE BOX. I mean, I just did it [see above], but don't let that intimidate you.
Comics: Grant Morrison, Alan Moore, Osamu Tezuka, Adrian Tomine, Chris Ware, Neil Gaiman, Yoshihiro Tastumi, Katsuhiro Otomo, Johnny Ryan, "Understanding Comics", "Box Office Poison", "Asterios Polyp", anything featuring Animal Man or Swamp Thing
I love video games. You don't have to.
Movies: Rushmore, Punch-Drunk Love, Ikiru, F for Fake, The Squid and the Whale, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Annie Hall, Akira, There Will Be Blood, Taxi Driver, Adaptation, Death to the Tinman, Talk to Her, Magnolia, The Social Network, M, Ugetsu, Grizzly Man, A Serious Man, Beetle Queen Conquers Tokyo, Phenomena (the Argento one), House (1977), Mulholland Drive
Music: Nerd Soul & Hip-Hop, Black & Doom Metal, J-Pop, Weirdo female acts.
TV: Wonder Showzen, Broad City, 30 Rock, Rick and Morty, Death Note, Master of None, Girls
Food: Pseudo-halal, i.e.: no pork or booze (I like talking about my not drinking with people I've just met about as much as I like talking about my beard: not much).
Rags & old iron
Some fourth thing
A pervasive feeling of impending disaster
Gener, race, sex.
Throughout the day, I find myself wishing I was swinging a bat or hammer. I have no idea why this is.
Here's the real deep, dark one: despite my irreverence and cynicism, I'd really just like to find someone I could have something stable with.
-You'll share the OKC messages you've received that are worse than the ones I've sent you.
-You can handle a strong black woman.
-You are interested in participating in some decidedly WASP-y sports (I've had an unusual uptick in interest in re-familiarizing myself with tennis, golf and/or fishing. I'm not joking.)
- You can teach me how to ride a motorcycle without being irrevocably turned off by my clumsy, abortive attempts to even shift the thing into first gear.
*You should NOT message me if*
- you're rude to people who work in the service industry.