What began as an attempt to explain the confused, stout toddler who
recently fell through the chimney screaming obscenities, and
brandishing arms and an empty bottle of Merlot, has officially
became an opportunity for digital entertainment and a sociology
project. As this is being totally half-assed for various reasons I
was considering instead describing the life of Darius Rucker, but
Hootie was unable to be reached for consent. It seems difficult for
one to describe their self without a bit of skew to it, so I ain't
gonna. Just magic 8-ball it.
What I’m doing with my life
Wasting it, and probably your time, some of these are funny. That's
a good thing. Learning life-lessons just in time for them to be
completely useless and trying to understand why Vince Vaughn and
Jon Favreau were allowed in a film together.
I’m really good at
Being incredibly random and in the process dangerously confusing
those around me and irritating any who hold my presence dear. I'm
also a fantastik speller, and hold fourteen degrees from imaginary
universities in the art of Irony, which incidentally allowed me to
age to a ripe seventy-four before getting out into the world and
worrying about student loans, which are going to be deferred
directly from Social Security.
The first things people usually notice about me
Physical Attributes probably. Never asked them, and forget when
they tell such information unsolicited.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Oh hell yeah, I like those.
The six things I could never do without
1)Haul things in a backpack
2)Accost Jay Leno with a backpack.
3)Fill backpack with bananas and leave in the middle of a large
intersection while filming from the book depository with an awesome
sniper-camera for YouTube upload.
4)Put backpack in larger backpack to transport backpack...but that
would require two backpacks.
5)Understand Quantum Mechanics while wearing a backpack.
6)Contemplate the reason for such a site to settle on the number
'six' for such a question...while a computer is being held level
only with support of a backpack.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Paranoid delusions and funny ideas for sitcoms. Writing short
musicals for acquaintances and half-seriously suggest that they
pursue their 'musical' aspirations.
On a typical Friday night I am
Trying to remember what day it is.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Would probably be pretty interesting...
You should message me if
You feel so compelled, but this account will in all likelihood be
forgotten before 'Glee' gets canceled, and that's probably not
gonna be too far off of present.