Yes. I am a dancing liquor store clerk. I'm that guy. Somebody has to be.
I should let you know that, no, I cannot provide you with discounted postage, weddings, or libations.
Well, maybe libations. I get an employee discount on that.
My friends say (OK, so only one said it out loud) that I have a take-no-shit attitude; specifically, she said, "You can read people and when people are being jackasses, you tell them they're being jackasses." What can I say to that? I have a low tolerance for jackassery.
I don't know if you'd call me an avid cyclist but you can usually find a pair of wheels under my ass either around the Chain of Lakes or on the way to the bank or the grocer's. And speaking of food...
I cook a lot. I get down with fusion cuisine even if the term makes it sound pretentious. Speaking of being pretentious...
I'm an aspiring author, so rare is the night that I'm not found working on a novel. And when I've hit writer's block, I make up for it by writing record reviews. Speaking of music...
I make music of my own when I get a chance to not bother anybody upstairs. When pressed for a description, I'd call it heavy punk rock with a twist of Mancini. You can hate my band by going here: http://krakoa.bandcamp.com/
And to relax, I like to spend some quality time with my sketchbook or a crossword puzzle, drinking bloody marys.
I make a mean salsa. My specialty is a navel orange and jalpeño variety. I also make a marinara that will knock your socks off. Folks of actual Central American or Mediterranean heritage may poo-poo my culinary efforts; I don't know, I haven't asked any of them.
I can also fix a decent cocktail, finally mastering the art of the Rob Roy.
I'm really bad at
Using all of my vegetables and herbs before they go bad. Drawing the same thing twice (which is why I never landed a job at Marvel comics). Being tolerant of shitty, shitty music. Twerking.
I was twice told about my eyebrows, which was weird.
I don't know. Perhaps I should be chuffed that women are looking at my face. You know, as opposed to that weird Kuato guy growing out of my abdomen. It just makes things awkward when they keep staring at it.
I like 80s sci-fi, classic horror, and Cold War era spy movies.
TV? If it's animated, British, or about food, chances are that I'll watch it. Danger 5 is probably the best comedy ever, The Wire is tops.
If it's on my phone, it's probably my current favorite record. You can see my record collection here: http://rateyourmusic.com/collection/CharlieKrakoa/oo ... what I've been listening to lately or right now here: http://www.last.fm/user/CharlieKrakoa ... and my current favorite here: http://www.thisismyjam.com/charliepauken
Lately, I've been listening to a lot of my friends' bands: Joe 4, Nonagon, and CHINA. I think my favorite record ever is Marquee Moon. Either that or Entertainment!. Or Songs About Fucking. Or Special Wishes.
Favorite food? Currently? Oranges. I don't know. Food is a pretty big world. How you going to narrow it down to one thing?
My guitar (any of my guitars, really).
My skillet and chef's knife.
Pencils and sketchbook (they kind of go together).
Actually? I lied. I don't take my shoes off. Fuck that nonsense.
But my Sundays are always guaranteed to be wide open, so you can hit me up with shit to do then. Usually, I try to find some brunch or something and just relax. It's my one day off so I either try to find friends to drink with, make music with, or I just order some Caffrey's and watch *New Girl*. Nick Miller for life, yo.
Further, I'm a grown man, I know how to cook, I know what constitutes actual food. I pay attention to my health and the nutritional qualities of what I eat. But if you put a Hot Pocket in front of me, you'll see an empty plate, because that thing's going in my face-hole.
Also? Don't tell anybody, but Daft Punk is playing at my house.
At my house.
Be warned, though, I don't consider text-speak to be a language and further, you're an adult with a qwerty keyboard in front of you; 'B4' is not a word, it's a bingo call.
Also? If you message me, you should know that Björk is my future ex-wife. So let's keep it non-committal, ladies. After all, you're just one more stepping stone between me and the Björk-ster.
Oh, and if you're not a cat person, thanks for playing.