How do. My name is Bryan. I'm a local yokel. I dislike bicyclists who don't obey traffic laws. I'm a fairly taciturn person but enjoy yelling and breaking stuff occasionally. I enjoy reading the AVClub's stuff, adultswim.com, rotten.com and Hulu. I also enjoy food related media. Passions was and forever will be my favorite soap opera of all time. Let's see if that is enough.
Update- well, this is my I've had a couple of beers on a Satday morning so I am going to wax eloquent on some shit (pretty sure I didn't use that term correctly). Anywho, I'm a filthy, social liberal who aims to be a fiscal conservative. I dislike people who complain about oil industries then drive to work even though they live on bike/bus paths. Currently trying to figure out a way to have health benefits and be some sorta sustainable herdsman/farmer. Oh, and if you don't support homosexual marriage (recognized by the Federal Gov'ment, churches can do whatever the hell they want) then fuck you.

I am an oddball, a foodie, and drunk

Getting some tomato and cuke starts going. And one of the bell peppers is finally sprouting.

Debating about getting a tattoo. Also had my second injurious bicycle accident (but thankfully my chard and eggplant survived).

Trying to be a better locavore or at least make more sustainable food choices (I'm fairly certain that is my one socially conscious activity, otherwise I'm inciting racial/religious hatred and beating up people who have solar panels on their roofs).

Currently I work at the UofA (hooray bureaucracy).

Gonna get back into a bread baking routine. Maybe throw some other similar things in as well (kefir, canning etc).

making simple soba noodles, eating a whole pizza in a sitting (not sure if that is something to be proud of) (note, I cannot do that anymore...damn this getting old) making people laugh, using my hollow head to make, um I guess kinda glockenspiel noises (I dont think I spelled that right), balancing things on my head, letting reading get in the way of actual shit I have to do, being able to concoct insanely implausible lies then pass them off as truth based on my delivery.

That guy has a terrible fashion sense.

If occult Nazis are the subject of any of these categories (cept the food of course) I have probably seen/read it or will once I am aware of its existence. I love me some occult Nazis.

I read all sortsa stuff. Like most white people I enjoy David Sedaris and Cormac McCarthy. Also Robert E. Howard or Steampunk when I geek out. Cook books (preferably the food porn-ish ones). I like the Song of Fire and Ice series (stupid four 800-page novels). Also, sociological/historical books. 1491, Sex at Dawn, that Michael Pollan book, and Bottomfeeder blew me away.

Wes Anderson, Tarantino, and 80's Schwarzenegger movies are old standbys. Feb '13- Finally saw Looper, Goon, and Beasts of the Southern Wild. All great. Game of Thrones, Burning Love, Diners, Drive Ins and Dives (haha jk lol. My friend was on the show and had a hard time not laughing in Mr. Fieri's face while doing his segment).

Generally I like stuff that is funky, or things that my friends suggest (not that I dont like music its just they're bigger nerds about it so I trust their taste and boy howdy they generally dont steer me wrong).

I like almost all food though I have not had liver in a form that I liked so I need to find a place that does it good (I forgot that I like haggis so problem solved). Right now going through a roasted cauliflower phase. Also salmony oatmeal.

Legumes, alcohol, bicycle (I am literally crushed without one...ok well both of my bikes are out of commission so I've been walking to work and everywhere a lot...not nearly as bad as I thought), some form of hot sauce, tea, a misplaced sense of superiority.

“Do I have an original thought in my head? My bald head? Maybe if I were happier, my hair wouldn’t be falling out. Life is short. I need to make the most of it. Today is the first day of the rest of my life… I am a walking cliche. I really need to go to the doctor and have my leg checked. There’s something wrong. A bump. The dentist called again. I’m way overdue. If I stop putting things off, I would be happier. All I do is sit on my fat ass. If my ass wasn’t fat, I would be happier. I wouldn’t have to wear these shirts with the tails out all of the time. Like that’s fooling anyone. Fat-ass! I should start jogging again. Five miles a day. Really do it this time. Maybe rock climbing. I need to turn my life around. What do I need to do? I need to fall in love. I need to have a girlfriend. I need to read more, improve myself. What if learned Russian or something? Or took up an instrument? I could speak Chinese. I would be the screenwriter who speaks Chinese and plays the oboe. That would be cool. I should get my hair cut short. Stop trying to fool myself and everyone else into thinking I have a full head of hair. How pathetic is that? Just be real. Confident. Isn’t that what women are attracted to? Men don’t have to be attractive. But that’s not true, especially these days. Almost as much pressure on men as there is on women these days. Why should I be made to feel I have to apologize for my existence? Maybe it’s my brain chemistry. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me — bad chemistry. All my problems and anxiety can be reduced to a chemical imbalance or some kind of misfiring synapses. I need to get help for that. But I’ll still be ugly, though. Nothing’s gonna change that.”

Getting off of work and thinking about a beer

I am a registered sex offender, wait that's not too private, its already online. Um, I am extremely squeamish about anything involving the eyes. I can barely stand to watch people put in contacts and can't watch eye surgery videos. That scene in Zombie, where the lady, very slowly, has her eye pierced by a shard of wood (shudders) still haunts me to this day.

your looking for a new friend to either drink expensive then cheap beers, ride bicycles around, or try to figure out where the best tacos are.