I am Blackberries, crème glacée, and a nice merlot.
My Self-Summary
Hi. My name is Allen.
You should have been here a week ago, when this profile was a
shining masterpiece. But Zombieland premiered, and stole all my
best lines about twinkies and civilization, so I had to change my
profile once again. It was bound to happen anyway; this profile
mutates every couple of months. We mutate, so naturally our
profiles should mutate as well. Come to think of it, even zombies
are mutations of our fresh and wholesome selves. Twinkies, on the
other hand... well I just hope you appreciate the profound message
woven into the very fabric of Zombieland: the opposite of a zombie
is a twinkie.
But I digress... What is left of this profile now? Yes, where is
this profile at? Truth be told, it's in terrible shape. I'm sorry,
ever so sorry, but you're about to be disappointed. This is the
47th profile that the OKQ has lured you into this week: another
timorous mouse-click foray into the hopeful world of precious
connections. You're looking for something in particular. You
probably have something -- some type -- likely some *other* type --
in mind. I know, I know, you're older now, we both are, it's not
high school any more, and you don't have to abide the words of
Meryn Cadell:
You know you're dealing with
someone who's different
And different is NOT what you're looking for
You're looking for those Alpine ski-chiseled features
and that sort of
blank look which passes for deep
thought
or at least the notion that someone's home
You're looking for the boy of your dreams
who is the same boy in the dreams of all your friends
That was high school and now you're grown up and have distinctive
tastes. You can handle an introduction containing an ironically
commonplace self-refuting paradox like "I'm a contradiction in many
ways," or even the more cynical "I'm different, just like everybody
else."
But this time, it's worse. This here profile is owned and operated
by an Unnatural Thinker. You've found an outlier who tends to
embody characteristics of both Carl Sagan and JD Salinger. Between
the two there's so much oil and water that I should introduce my
own line of salad dressing. But despite the dissonance there is no
contradiction, no self-refuting paradox, not a scrap of lettuce
because... sadly... Sagan and Salinger are not speaking to one
another. Carl thinks JD is a self-absorbed iconoclast, and JD
observes that Carl is hopelessly in love with
butt-head science.
I've had to put up with these two in my mind for a long time now.
Their aloof attitudes and -- dare I say it... outright arrogance --
have grown tiresome.
At least they can agree on the long hair. I may be mistaken for a
wannabe renegade, but at least I won't be mistaken for a wannabe
conformist. If you haven't already worked it out, the long hair
will strongly suggest (or warn) that I am very much not a product
of cultural programming. I have had no television, nor had interest
in television, since I moved out from my parents. I have not yet
seen an episode of Frasier. This has contributed to a very alien
sense of morality, and I like that. I like to be sure of myself and
yet not fit in. It helps me manage the magical balance of having a
big ego while simultaneously being humble.
If you're still curious about me, take my
reincarnation
placement exam. It's fun, and will reveal a little about both
of us:
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/reincarnation-placement-exam
If you get Dante's Inferno, you can just re-take it. That's the
beauty of reincarnation.
What I’m doing with my life
Hmm... Didn't I hear this question in a Twisted Sister music
video?
I'm putting the finishing touches on a device so that I can file
for a patent and / or start production. But I can't talk about
that, so...
Let's pretend the question asked me what I've done. Here are the
highlights:
Over the course of my life I have given away a motorcycle named
Loretta, an old pickup, a Suburban, about half a dozen cheap cars,
innumerable used books, a huge amount of food, and a large number
of unsolicited wisecracks. I've built two cabins and a treehouse.
I've sired four sons and encouraged them all to be awesome in their
own way. I once ate a cricket.
That about covers it.
I’m really good at
Being fair. Communicating. Making decisions. Finding humor. Waking
up with elegant solutions to complex problems. And trotting out a
perfect aphorism at an ideal moment.
You know what Allen is good at? Making you feel as if you're
intelligent and interesting enough to be the focus of his
attention. And the attention is intense and sweet and savage. Damn,
he gives good mind. (CoreyCape)
Editors
The first things people usually notice about me
... is that I'm about as easy to not notice as
death and
taxes.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Books matter to me a great deal. I recently cleaned up around my
bed and built up a stack of 26 stray books. Yes, I counted them.
This statistic reveals a great deal about my literary habits. And
the state of my housekeeping.
I adore good story tellers; note, however, that a good story teller
doesn't have to be an impeccable writer. Many of my friends are
published authors, and many who aren't... should be. Most of my
Aunts were English teachers or librarians. That means I know all
about the ellipses I toss about, and you don't have to say anything
about them, thank you very much.
No, I won't copy-edit your e-mails. It's fine.
I like
exotic
shorts the most: Borges, Kafka, Anderson (no... Laurie!), my own
stories, and the better science fiction.
I would be remiss here if I listed stories on the internet without
mentioning
The Machine Stops. Here's a
fabulous link to that world:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2072180223855159236
I enjoy movies, but grudgingly tolerate tired plots and scenes.
Formula movies disappoint me. May I see a different formula for a
plot, please? Primer was good. And I really like the
Troma films. Also I like the
TED presentations I've seen.
Music: rhythm is good. Complex rhythm that doesn't lose its pattern
is better. A lead guitar that doesn't try too hard is
appreciated.
Food: I love Asian food. Do you love Asian food, too? Hey, let's go
out!
The six things I could never do without
1: Human contact in any of its myriad forms.
2: A good
balance
of organization and uncertainty.
3: The ocean somewhere not too far away.
4:
Shiny tools;
levers preferred to inclined planes.
5: Something to look forward to.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
What to call a broken spork.
Last night I was sitting at a table at a potluck and a fellow
across from me shook my shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"
Huh?" I replied. I
had to open my eyes and focus. It took a couple of seconds.
"Your fingers were pressed against your forehead," he said. "You
look like you have a headache or something."
"Oh, uh, no. I was just thinking."
Heck, it was one in the morning.
Editors
On a typical Friday night I am
On a typical Friday night, I am exhausted from working all
week.
On a typical Sunday night, I am exhausted from playing all
weekend.
In-between, I'm too busy to worry about whether I'm exhausted.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
I think the OKQ is asking us to put
TMI in this box. Okay, I'm game...
I'm toppy, therefore I'm kinky. My ego's not wrapped around
topping, but it just fits well with my personality and
turn-ons.
I move in circles where monogamy is an uncommon choice. But I don't
like the poly label because it blurs sex and intimacy. They're not
like a nose and a nostril, you know... you can have one without the
other.
I have said "I love you" to seven people in my life so far. I did
an informal survey of friends and acquaintances to see whether that
was normal. It was fun to find out. The results were
interesting.
Come to think of it, a nose and nostril do work best as a team.
You should message me if
I like messages, but I like discovering people through the journals
/ comments even better. Find me on the journals. If my posts and
comments survive whatever standards you apply for whatever tickles
your biscuit, and if you find yourself engaged enough to contribute
something in that venue, then... then... whatever.
You may message me with no motive whatsoever. It's fine to cast
your net without knowing what lies under the surface. Maybe you
will catch a
talking fish who will grant you
three wishes if you return it to the sea.
You should NOT message me if your primary interest is predatory --
and by that I mean looking for an easy sex partner or someone to
save you from being single. Not a good target.
You should message me if our match score is high. So far that's
translated very well into enjoying each other's acquaintance.
You should message me if you like reading or writing stories.
You should message me if you know what an
ENFP is and would like one in your
collection. If you're an
ENFP yourself, we're very likely a high
match.
You should message me if you can hold up your end in a fair
exchange of banter.
You may message me if you're in transition, don't know what you
want and are interested in exploring humanity in general. That's
healthy and happens a lot.
If you're looking for a
carousing partner, then please, let's.
As for an eloquent correspondent, a playmate, a traveling
companion, a partner in crime, an affectionate nap on a hot summer
afternoon, an attentive audience, somebody who owns both a bicycle
and a brain (good thing I was wearing a helmet!), a person who...
wait a minute... was I wearing a helmet? Now I've forgotten what I
was going to say...