Like most people, I don't know how to describe myself, so I tried
an experiment on facebook. This is how it went:
Curious. If I had a prospective date, and she asked you about me,
what would you say?
Laura: You're a VERY lucky girl... and if you hurt him, I'll break
your legs. :-)
Susanne: Ooo, nice one, Laura! ;-)
Susie: ?...ask him to wear his kilt... ;-)
Susanne: ?"He's got great taste in music, and I hope to hell you
know what 'The Kings' are" ... ;-)
Missy: Ask him to show his guitars and have him play for you. Oh
yeah remember to ask him to wear his kilt.
Heather: If you're lucky someday he will like you more than his
And please don't tell me your a utilikilt guy...they run rampant up
Me: Hahaha, no utilkilt for me... you know I'm a traditional kind
Michael R: I heard he puts out on the first date.
Well, I don't don't know about that last one, and I hope this
little experiment didn't turn anyone off! But seriously, I'm just a
chill kind of guy with a bizarre sense of humor. Something tells me
that I'm gonna be "that old crazy uncle" that everybody seems to
have.... (No, not the one who touched you, it's not like I work for
the church... but rather the one who thinks he's funny but's not!)
What I’m doing with my life
I've been working for an airline for nearly six years now. The best
part about it is that I can travel for either free or nearly free.
For instance, a trip to Ireland costs me about $40, and I'm
thinking about going to Kauai for a day or two next week. However,
I just found out that I may be out of a job at the end of May...
(we're contracting to another company to handle all of our ground
operations). So I just applied with the company that won the
contract, and am waiting to hear back... but the uncertainty is
stressful to say the least. Plan B is to drive trucks... but I'm
not too keen for being away from home for weeks at a time. But a
guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.
*update 4/15/11* Got hired on... I can still profess to be
gainfully employed! *huge sigh of relief!*
I’m really good at
I don't know if I'm good at it per se.... but I have an addiction
to music, particularly guitars. There is usually one within reach
throughout my home.
The first things people usually notice about me
I've got a cucumber growing out of my forehead.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Books: Great Expectations, Huckleberry Finn, The God Delusion,
Sock, Brain Droppings, How to Play in Traffic, Anarchy Evolution,
the Brothers Karamazov. Last book I read was "Death by Blackhole
and other cosmic quandaries" by Neil Tyson deGrasse... currently
reading "Freethinkers: A History of American Secularism" by Susan
Jacoby. I recently got a Kindle... it's rapidly becoming my best
Movies: Marx Brothers, Airplane, Boondock Saints, Chaplin, Cet
obscur objet du désir, Stripes, Citizen Kane, Un Chien Andalou,
Leon... Actually, this list could go on forever.
Shows: Burn Notice, Dexter, Fawlty Towers, Penn and Teller
Bullshit!, mythbusters, the 5 o'clock news....
Music: Oh boy... lots... I'll just go genres... Rock, Rockabilly,
Punk, Some metal (old stuff, not death metal), some country (as in
old stuff, not the current breed of pop in a ten gallon hat),
classical, jazz, etc.
The six things I could never do without
A guitar, a whoopee cushion, wind-up chattering teeth, a camera,
coffee, and my red swingline stapler.
Please note... I didn't go with food, water, air, friends,
family... etc. I did at first, but then I realized that was what
Oh, and my Disneyland Annual pass... yup... can't live without
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Currently I'm wondering why Goofy speaketh, while Pluto speaketh
not. I understand Nietzsche has a few theories about this.
On a typical Friday night I am
Burying something. Don't run! I was just kidding!
Lately, probably sleeping. I usually have to be at work at 5am on
Saturday mornings... however that's changing soon. But if I have an
actual day off, and nothing better to do... I might be chilling
down at McCarthy's. What can I say... love pubs, hate clubs.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I once had a dream where Steve Martin showed up in my living room,
and shouted "Hey everyone, let's have a CATTLE DRIVE!" Next thing I
knew there was a stampede going through my living room. Yeah, I'm
still trying to come to terms with that one...
You should message me if
You can message me no matter what... if you want to chat, argue,
vent, compliment, joke.... whatever.