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brotherbeavis

51 M Spanaway, WA

My Details

Last Online
Today – 8:48am
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 3″ (1.91m)
Body Type
Full figured
Diet
Smokes
No
Drinks
Rarely
Drugs
Never
Religion
Buddhism, but not too serious about it
Sign
Pisces, and it’s fun to think about
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Education
Income
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Pets
Speaks
English (Okay)

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My self-summary
Rene Descartes walks into a bar. Bartender says "Would you like a drink?" Descartes says "I think not" and disappears.

Woman walks into a bar. "What'll you have?" says the bartender. "An entendre," says the woman. "Make it a double." So he gave it to her.

Gone to seed journalist falls on hard times, seeks beautiful Gypsy girl to pine over--I am Quasimodo. Be my Esmeralda?

I have a recent diagnosis of a rheumatoid inflammatory condition. Thus I am unlikely to accompany you on any marathons. I will happily cheer you on, and be waiting at the finish line with a nice beverage for you as well as a big towel to wrap you in.

But I am not defined by my maladies. Just being up-front.

I've discovered that I miss being able to put my arms around someone. As that eminent philosopher Dave Attell has observed, men and women are a lot alike in certain situations. Like when they're both on fire - they're exactly alike.

A certain lack of delicate sensibilities is something I enjoy...in everyone. People are too offended by words and not offended enough by substance.

I want to hang out with women who still think fart jokes are funny but also appreciate foreign films and French food. Women who are offended by war. Women who realize that Rush Limbaugh and Sarah Palin are idiots, and don't try to make excuses for them by blaming the "mainstream media".

Or more to the point, one woman. You?

I like movies very much, and music. I play several instruments badly. Art is important to me, although I am more likely to look at an unusual piece and think it is cool than stroke my beard and use words like "zeitgeist" to describe it. I don't apologize for this; there's nothing wrong with liking a piece of art because it looks cool. Just ask H.R. Giger.
What I’m doing with my life
It's taken time but I am slowly letting go of the notion that I will ever be in journalism again. Trying to eat healthier. And naps. Naps are good.
I’m really good at
Writing. Cooking. Making people laugh. Once in a while getting a really great photograph. Check these out (copy and paste the URLs into your browser):

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=12060&id=100000115561783&l=f2c617f48f

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=11471&id=100000115561783&l=15e636a4ab
The first things people usually notice about me
That I make a handy portable shade on sunny days. I am a large mammal.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Books: William Gibson. Neal Stephenson is on my list too. Sarah Vowell. Hunter S. Thompson, of course (R.I.P., Doc), and Ken Kesey (Hail to the chief). Kerouac too.

Movies: Anything directed by Stanley Kubrick, Terry Gilliam, Alex Proyas, and Akira Kurosawa; or starring Shintaro Katsu, Tony Jaa, Steven Chow or Chow-Yun Fat. I am also obsessed with Louise Brooks, the silent film star.

TV Shows: Iron Chef. Top Gear. Warner Brothers cartoons (preferably pre-1950--Daffy Duck was hilarious in those days, before they made him Bugs Bunny's punching bag).

Music: Loud and nasty. I have seen Slayer nine times (huh? Speak up!). On the other hand I also like Willie Nelson. And the older I get, the more I appreciate the genius of Tom Waits.
The six things I could never do without
A guitar, even though I suck at it.

Music.

Something to read.

Diet colas. I'm not monogamous with this. Pepsi, Coke, any of the various permutations of either.

Mount Rainier. I lived in a place where I could only see it on really clear days for a long time; back in the valley now and loving the view.

My car. My old Camaro, my mid-life crisis car, recently died. Now I am driving a giant old Lincoln Town Car that is sort of a living room on wheels. It's like a 210-horsepower Barcalounger.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
where to go next. How I got here. Where you are, and if I will ever find you. I've thought I found you before, but I was mistaken. Being right for a change would be amazing.
On a typical Friday night I am
Eatin' Cheetos on a beanbag chair in the basement. OK, not totally true. There is no beanbag chair or indeed even a basement.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I like Spam. And I own four Beanie Babies, all of which were gifts from my mother.
I’m looking for
  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 20–60
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating
You should message me if
Substance is more important to you than form.