First things first, my dog is cooler than your dog, my cat is more evil than your cat, and my bunny could kick your bunny's ass (doubly so if you lack any of the aforementioned species of pet).

Since people seem to have difficulty with the concept,
I DO have a wonderful girlfriend who rocks my shallow, self-centered universe (to note, since I haven't updated this in forever, I put a ring on it, which doesn't really change the scope of this bullet, but I am a stickler for detail)

I’m Scott, I’m a bit of an elitist asshole, but at least I’m the first to admit it. Yes, by now you may (should) have noticed I am indeed married, and not in any loosey goosey, poly kind of way. To some, this may beg the question of why I still visit what is, at its core, a dating site. Well, aside from keeping in touch with a few friends scattered about the country who shun the usual social networking sites, this website provides a decent opportunity to occasionally stretch outside my usual circle of friends for conversation, and hey, who doesn't like meeting new people.

I signed up here years ago mostly for the tests and slime volleyball (look it up on google if you're curious, you used to be able to play it in here), though I eventually met my wife online, so if anyone is getting discouraged, trust me perseverance pays off in the long run.

To fill in the nitty-gritty details, I got my Bachelor's and Master's from Virginia Tech and came down here to work in one of NASA's biomechanics labs in February '06. I'm usually either at work or fixing up my house (man you have to love the cost of living here in Texas compared to Virginia).

I am formidable, a music maker, and a dreamer of dreams

Working in one of NASA's biomechanics labs, fixing up my house, putting off growing up as best as possible

backrubs, quoting obscure yet appropriate lines from the simpsons and southpark, fixing stuff, math

I apparently also dress up pretty well when someone helps me kick the urge to wear things in Orange and Maroon

definitely the vestigial wings

a) Still Life with Woodpecker, Jitterbug Perfume, Skinny Legs and All (or anything by Tom Robbins, Stranger in a Strange Land, The Lord of the Rings, HitchHikers' Guide, and Harry Potter series, more recently I've gone through The Time Traveler's Wife (and I'm not ashamed to say that I wept like a little girl at the end of that one), Survivor by Palahniuk, and Carl Sagan's - The Dragons of Eden. Lately I've been on a huge sci-fi kick and would highly recommend anything by Orson Scott Card, especially the entire Ender's Game series, as well as the Dune series and I'm just starting Wheel of Time, so that will keep me busy for a year or so.

b) Pulp Fiction, Boondock Saints, The Usual Suspects, Fight Club, Kung Fu Hustle, Bamboozled, 40 Year old Virgin (I had a roommate exactly like that cept he's 26 and he plays with all his toys)

c) anything (i'd say moxy fruvous, but you've never heard of them), Uncle Bonsai (and if you've heard of them through anyone other than me, you're too cool for school), Barefoot Manner, Eddie from Ohio, anything from the early - mid 90s, Jonathan Coulton

d) Whatever I feel like cooking after a 9 hour day

e) 42

f) Alexander Hamilton

g) 7 1/2

h) all of the above

i) yes i'm a smartass

my computer, college football, intelligent conversations, backrubs, robotics season (ask if you're curious), rural settings (lakes, mountains, forests etc.)

how in the hell am I only a 95 % match with myself?

depends on the time of year and how social I'm feeling

I have recurring nightmares about being in scenarios beyond my control. Not like being trapped in a house with a homicidal maniac lack of control, more like I'm stuck in traffic trying to find my way to a strange airport to make a flight for which I'm running late when my luggage curiously disappears and I can't find it anywhere. Now repeat that dream, but I'm back in high school or college and I there's a test that I can't find the room for or any other iteration where I need to be somewhere doing something, but can't for similar implausible reasons beyond my control. I suppose I should consider myself fortunate when these are the sorts of things I fear most in the world.

Curiously, I tend to be annoyingly punctual.

A. If the urge moves you to, I'm not your freaking mother, "Fill what's empty, empty what's full, and scratch where it itches" that's my motto.

B. If your profile characteristics say "More Scientific", "More Mathematical", "More Progressive", "More Open-Minded", or you have an artistic streak (singing, painting, you get the idea)

C. If you want/need a intelligent conversation, some help with math, a good discussion about great books, or an extremely over-educated guy to help you assemble furniture or hang a towel rack.

D. If you can appreciate any of these quotes or lyrics...

"Nevertheless you despise him and his art, and sneeringly call him an engine-maker, and you will not allow your daughters to marry his son, or marry your son to his daughters" ~Plato (Its nice to see even 2300 years ago, engineers weren't popular)

I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks, who had a genius, so to speak, for sauntering; which word is beautifully derived "from idle people who roved about the country, in the middle ages, and asked charity, under pretence of going "a la sainte terre"-to the holy land, till the children exclaimed, "There goes a Sainte-Terrer", a Saunterer-a Holy-Lander. . . . For every walk is a sort of crusade, preached by some Peter the Hermit in us, to go forth and reconquer this holy land from the hands of the Infidels. ~Henry David Thoreau, On Walking

Aldonza: My lord, you're not well.

Quixote: Not well?

What is illness to the body of A Knight Errant? What matter wounds? For each time he falls he shall rise again, and woe to the wicked! Sancho!

Sancho: Here, your grace!

Quixote: My armor! My sword!

Sancho: More misadventures!

Quixote: Adventures, old friend,

For the trumpets of glory now call me to ride Yes the trumpets are calling to me And wherever I ride ever staunch at my side My squire and my lady shall be. I am I, Don Quixote, The Lord of LaMancha, My destiny calls, and I go! And the wild winds of fortune Shall carry me onward ... To wither so ever they blow ... Onward to glory I go!

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