I do not wear fedoras.
I do not have a Man-Bun, or a tiny fedora for my Man-Bun.
I am not Sully from Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman.
Pretty good listener, & popular with cats, dogs, the elderly.
I'm running out of interest in these internet dating contraptions.
What I’m doing with my life
I have a weird job that I love. I have strange projects that I'm embarrassed to share. I'm usually training for some type of pseudo-competitive athletic thingamajig.
I like to go to goofball stuff like UFO Conventions, Local Pro-Wrestling, Demolition Derbys, Tours of places (Reed College has a Nuclear Reactor)
Engaged in a smoldering, smoky long-term romance with my '65 Barracuda.
I’m really good at
TRIVIA, I'm good at trivia. Spotting satellites on a clear night. ( -and knowing when the International Space Station is flying overhead) I can pick you up over my head. You're so stoked. I can pick handcuffs, light a match on my teeth & rip a phone book in half. (!?)
The first things people usually notice about me
My bitchin' hair.... my eyes are down here, ok? I sometimes smell like sawdust or gasoline. I tend to talk in a way that makes everything about science.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Pee Wee's Big Adventure, The Hitcher, The Road Warrior, Amelie, Groundhog Day, David Lynch, Miranda July, Brothers Quay, Night of the Hunter, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan
Damned to Glory by Col. Robert L. Scott Jr.
Race to the Pole by Sir Ranulph Fiennes
City of Thieves by David Benioff
Psychadelic Metal, New Wave, Old Rock N Roll, 60's stuff, KARP, Electric Wizard, Zola Jesus, The Shangri-La's, The Cramps, Motörhead, Shocking Blue, DFA 79, Wild Nothing, Nikki Lane, The B-52's, Psychadelic Furs, Fantomas, Big Business, Slim Twig, New Wave / 80's stuff, Movie Montage songs, Sad Bastard & Shoegaze -ish junk...
Rhubarb Pie, Spanakopita. I'm a 'steak & potato' -type guy but I actively seek & destroy broader culinary horizons.
The six things I could never do without
Your Filthy Lies
My bitchin' hair
The smell of something burning
My '65 Plymouth
I spend a lot of time thinking about
NASA Eagleworks-stuff, Animals that may or may not exist, brief explanations of difficult science ideas.
'Can I scramble underneath a moving rail car in between the wheels before being gruesomely split in half?' Almost certainly. ... Almost.
'Will Wes Anderson ever make a movie about poor people?'
No. No, he will not.
On a typical Friday night I am
Working on a project in the garage, watching Star Trek, shopping for flare guns and ice axes online, or out watching a band I've never heard of.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I really hate it when animals die in movies. Like the dog in Road Warrior or that horse in The Never Ending Story.
I'm not in favor of converting to the metric system. I can explain.
You should message me if
Yeah. You probably should do that. (I don't pay for A-List)