Anyhow, who's up for some self summarizin' huh?? I know I am!!
Like so many others, I originally joined this site to discover the answers to those nagging childhood questions such as "which fictional humanoid species WOULD I be?" (Warewolf) and "What, in fact IS my post-apocalyptic survival personality"? (The Great Leader. These tests don't lie, folks). That said, I dig companionship as much as anyone so if something actually comes of this, hey, I'm on board. I do loves the womenfolk and I'm (mostly*) sure that I don't have a girlfriend at the moment.
(*I'm kinda certain that the portion of my brain dedicated to memory decided it was fed up with that whole 'developing' bit sometime around first grade so if you're reading this and get the feeling like you might possibly still be my girlfriend, well... I'm probably very sorry and you should really give me a call one of these days. My guess is we've loads to discuss.)
Hmm... what else, what else?
I guess I enjoy the same sorts of things everyone does. Books, movies, walking in the rain... playing "keep-away-the-dentures" with the old folks.
Sometimes when I'm bored I'll swing by the local epilepsy center and flick the lights on and off really fast. Now that's fun for the whole family.
Unless, you're a family of epileptics, I suppose.
Other random little fun n' funky me-related stuffs:
I can do that cool thing where you flip a quarter across the tops of your fingers. Only took me a month or so to learn.
I seem to be very productive at work.
I don't like Goldfish crackers. There I said it.
I have the attention span of a three month old goldfi- hey look, colors of stuff! Let's go play Ghostbusters! I like waffles! Let's all do the HAPPY DANCE!!!
Seriously, I just did a little happy dance just then. You can doubt me if you want to, I don't care. I have hundreds of friends and they bring me pie and cookies and invite me to their birthday parties so I don't NEED you! Nyah! Pbbbt!!
Right. Moving along.
I have an amusing anecdote involving my birthday, a pilot's hat, my grandfather's funeral, and airport jail.
I've been to airport jail.
There are no computers in existence powerful enough to calculate the amount of times I've locked myself out of my car, office, apartment, or bathroom. That's right... bathroom.
I'm really good at opening locked doors with a Blockbuster card.
I no longer rent movies from Blockbuster.
I spent three years wandering about the world in a blissful, carefree daze. Once my savings ran and it became abundantly clear that most countries prefer "money" as opposed to "charming banter" or "sexy dancing" I had to come back to the States and get me a real job again. Stupid reality. Always throwin' salt in my game.
(I heard that somewhere, though I'm not exactly sure what it means. I suppose if I were playing a game and someone came by and threw salt at me, I'd probably be a bit annoyed and downright puzzled.
Unless the game was "lets make my scrambled eggs and/or hash browns a bit more tasty". Then I'd be happy.)
After spending a bit of time in India, I've learned that the path to enlightenment is paved with the divine ability to sit cross-legged without your feet going numb.
I can sit cross-legged for nearly six minutes before my feet go numb.
In Vietnam I leaned (apart from the fact that we as Americans are horrible terrible people) that MSG has gotten a seriously bad wrap. I mean, one you get over the whole "it gives you a wicked case of the cancer-deaths" thing you find out that it makes EVERYTHING TASTE DELICIOUS! Seriously. Everything.
That said, I still don't like Goldfish crackers. There ain't enough MSG in the world for that.
I'm kind of addicted to the gym. I'm not one of those muscled up gym-freaks who pops steroids like tic-tacs, but I like to keep in shape. And I like to laugh at the muscled-up gym freaks who pop steroids like tic-tacs... very quitely... from a considerable distance.
*Obligatory amendment* Ok, so after returning to the states, I've been seriously slacking in the frequency of my workouts. I'll get back there one of these days. Probably tomorrow. Unless, y'know, I have stuff to do.
I often can't remember where I parked my car, put my keys, and sometimes even my own age (seriously), but for some inexplicable reason I can still recite at will all the words to "Ice Ice Baby". Good lord how that depresses me.
I'm pretty good at foosball. I'm starting to find out that women aren't typically impressed by this.
My grandparents are swingers. I am super duper serial.
I tried real absinthe... once.
I accidentally lit my balcony on fire... once.
I am no longer allowed to drink real absinthe.
Until a short time ago, I was wholly convinced that the lyrics to the chorus of the AC/DC song 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap' read: 'Thirty Thieves and the Thunder Chief'. I always pictured this badass pirate captain, the 'Thunder Chief', commanding a rugged but lovable bunch of thugs known as the Thirty Thieves. I was honestly heartbroken when I found out the truth. Nice one, truth. Way to ruin my innocence. Jerk.
Okie dokie artichokie, it's high time I bring this summary o' self to an end. I guess it's not so much a "summary" as it is a "long-winded string of nonsense mixed with the odd obscure fact" but I'm far to lazy too go back and change things now. I don't know what I'm expecting to get from this site, but then I'm not really much of an expectation-y kind of dude. Trite though it sounds, the wizened happyfolk in India learned me to try to live in the now and accept things as they are. Que sera sera and all that.
I am wearing black, fighting evil, and only mostly dead.