Right. I'm a native Bostonian who went nomadic a couple years ago. I tried LA for a year, then left because I like to read and I don't like to kiss the door guy's ass for the privilege of paying $7 for a damn beer. Now the Bay Area is my home and I'm much happier. I'm a musician and an avid consumer of music of all types, from nigh-unlistenable avant-noise-punk to ultra-cheesy 70s AM Gold type stuff.

I'm keen on things that are bad for me: beer, hamburgers, erratic sleeping patterns and lowbrow entertainment.

Adjusting. Managing. Getting my band rolling. Being deeply happy that I now live in the Bay Area. Having a reasonably good day job, but still getting the wheels in motion towards getting my teaching certificate (that's my secondary dream, after the musician stuff). On less active nights, I fill my time with a lot of reading, a bit of writing, a LOT of music, cop shows on TV, lefty political blogs and whatnot.

Drumming, trivia, intense political/cultural debating, sneezing, kissing, being cuddly, crossword puzzles, listening, spelling. I've also got really bendy thumbs.

My eyes. They're real blue. Those, or my weird hair, which refuses to maintain any sort of consistent look from day to day.

If said people stick around for a minute or two, they'll find that I'm pretty smart and fairly entertaining, but I don't always make a whole lot of sense. If you find that I am in fact making sense to you, then a) we're a good match and b) you're probably also pretty nuts.

a) The Terror (Dan Simmons), Hells Angels (Hunter S. Thompson), The Alienist (Caleb Carr), Born Standing Up (Steve Martin), The World According To Garp (John Irving), Ragtime (E.L. Doctorow), Songs In The Key Of Z: The Curious Universe Of Outsider Music (Irwin Chusid), To Kill A Mockingbird (Harper Lee), Women (Charles Bukowski), Our Band Could Be Your Life (Michael Azerrad), High Fidelity (Nick Hornby). Harry Potter. Calvin and Hobbes. The works of Neil Gaiman, Douglas Adams, Daniel M. Pinkwater, Phillip K. Dick, Henry Rollins, Roald Dahl, James Ellroy, Kurt Vonnegut, Robert Crais, Robert B. Parker, Tony Hillerman, Dave Barry, Carl Hiaasen, Preston/Child and Elmore Leonard.

b) The works of the Coen Brothers, Wes Anderson, Quentin Tarentino, Nicolas Roeg, George Romero, David Cronenberg, Stanley Kubrick, Jim Jarmusch and Robert Altman. Old horror movies with Vincent Price, or Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing. What else, High Fidelity, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, LA Confidential, Better Off Dead, So I Married an Axe Murderer, The Usual Suspects, Shaun of the Dead, Airplane!, Tremors, Donnie Darko, The Man With Two Brains.

c) I agree with Duke Ellington, who said that there are only two kinds of music: good and bad. This is good music: Tom Waits, Neil Young, The Velvet Underground, Led Zeppelin, Flipper, David Bowie, Swans, Melvins, Low, AC/DC, Ramones, Naomi Hall, Sonny Sharrock, Can, Mos Def, Jurassic 5, Einsturzende Neubauten, Black Flag, Meat Puppets, Flaming Lips, Frank Sinatra, Bobby Darin, OutKast, Lightning Bolt, Medicine, Sonic Youth, Sigur Ros, David Bromberg, Beatles, Buddy Holly... this could take a while.

Lately, I've had a serious thing for psychologically damaged singer-songwriters (Daniel Johnston, Jandek, Skip Spence, Syd Barrett, Nick Drake, Roky Erickson, Tim Buckley, Wild Man Fischer). And to this day, I love "Schoolhouse Rock." All silly gen-x nostalgia aside, it's just great pop.

d) I can has cheezburger?

So not a vegetarian, let alone vegan. I love Indian, New Orleans Cajun/Creole, Italian, burgers an' fries. I won't eat mushrooms (unless I'm gonna see a bunch of crazy crap about an hour later) or "variety meats." One of my favorite things about California is the abundance of cheap and excellent Mexican food. I like cooking, but I'm not great at it, and know pretty much nothing about it. We'd be a much better match if YOU'RE the great cook and need an obedient kitchen helper (I can mince garlic like nobody's bidness, if that's any help). Though I can manage a serviceable shepherd's pie, or a decent jambalaya.

A lot of music, a bunch of books, my family, black T-shirts with band logos, an ice cold beer after a hard day at work (or any other time), someone with whom to share conversation.

"Why are we here?" type stuff. Music. Writing. Writing about music. A better job than the one I currently have. Beginning to consider the possibility of mulling over contemplation of thinking about quitting smoking. Girls. Stuff like that.

When I'm on this site, I think stuff like, "What is it with all the fire dancing? Also, what in heaven's name did I say that makes me 'more kinky'?"

Watching a DVD and going the hell to bed. Thursdays and Saturdays are my Goin' Out Nights.

Two celebrity deaths have made me cry: Joey Ramone and Mr. Rogers. Some might say that this statement pretty much explains me.

You get the reference in my Three Adjectives below. You've been referred to as a Girl Geek. You look really cute in jeans and a T-shirt. You're playfully feisty, like you'll call me by my last name (in exchange for which, on rare occasions, I get to call you "toots") and swat me with a pillow when you want attention. You know where the cool stuff is in the bay area and are willing to be my tour guide.