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47 Toronto, Ontario, CA Man


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  • Ages 39–49
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Last online
Apr 10
5′ 10″ (1.78m)
Body type
Strictly anything
Atheism, and laughing about it
Taurus, but it doesn’t matter
Graduated from masters program
Entertainment / Media
Likes dogs and has cats

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My self-summary
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What to say that hasn't already been said elsewhere by other like-minded individuals in a similar way ... In general, I'm not all that comfortable talking about myself (though I'm more than happy to ramble on about things I like (see below)), but that's more or less the point of this, so here goes:
I spend my days squinting at poorly written manuscript (more often than not), and my evenings kicking a ball or in a saddle (bike saddle that is, not the horsey type) or listening to a record or reading a much better written book or watching a film or going to a gig (I like music, music has been a big part of my life, and I have a lot of music ... something like 1500 albums and about as many cds---my flat, which is fairly large and comfortable, seems about half it's actual size, what with all the books and records piled here, there and everywhere) or ...
I have a kick-ass deck, west-facing and overlooking a park surrounded by trees: it's my urban bower. In the summer, it's filled with vegetables (mostly tomatoes) and herbs and flowers; in the winter, it's filled with snow (when/if it snows). At the moment, it's filled with snow.

The blurb on the dust jacket reads: has a dry sense of humour; has been known to be sarcastic when the mood turns melancholic; tends to be a bit reserved, though can, on a rare occasion, surprise; enjoys a good giggle; not at all photogenic (and I got the pictures to prove it), but working on it; has been called cute; peanut-free for 20 some years and counting; unwed, child-free, foot-loose and fancy-free; doesn't smoke (well, the mind is strong, the flesh is weak, the fingers grasp ... I've been known to bum a fag from a friend, on occasion, but I don't inhale!); enjoys a drink (a pint of plain is yer only man, if you know what I mean).

WARNING: this man comes with cats---nothing against dogs (dogs are alright with me, but I have a problem with some of the humans they keep company with) or ferrets (see dogs but replace "some" with "most") or rabbits or birds or snakes (see ferrets) or what have you, but I've always lived in a home with a cat. It's a comfort thing. At the moment, 2 domestic long-hairs deign to allow me to feed them and clean up their cack (and, of course, since they're long hairs and getting on in years, there's no shortage of cack). Inevitably, I frequently and unwittingly carry fur with me on my daily jaunts.
EDIT: sadly, one of my lovely girls recently passed away. She was quite old (18+) and had had a stroke summer of 2012, so I suppose her time had come. I was still a complete mess for a few days.
What I’m doing with my life
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1. I just made my own ghost pepper hot sauce. It's fiery hot, but delicious as hell.
2. Thinking of making my own charcuterie ... and pickling things. Any and all things. I really must get on with that.
3. Otherwise, I'm the chairman of the bored.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
I've recently discovered that I'm not at all a bad gardener. Give me a pot, some soil and a seedling and, where previously I would've killed it inside a week, plants sprout and grow, flower and fruit. House plants, however, are a work in progress. I think, maybe, I kill them with kindness.

I'm fairly handy in the kitchen, though I eat my (occasional) mistakes. Baking, however, is beyond my ken.
The first things people usually notice about me
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my sideburns are shockingly white?
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Books: Where to start, and really the list changes daily. I've read all the Fleming Bond novels (really!) ... damn good fun each and every one. I've recently got turned on to Chandler, and devoured those quickly. There's always an ever-growing stack somewhere near my bed.

Movies: I have a long-standing love for Withnail & I (Best. Film. Ever. Period.), I watch it regularly ... I will quote from it often, and without warning; one mustn't forget How to Get A Head in Advertising; High Fidelity (I swear it's not auto-biographical); the Big Lebowski is also faves. And Fargo. You can add pretty much anything by the Coen brothers. And Wes Anderson. Here are a few more that make me happy: Tampopo (; Les Vacances de M Hulot; The Third Man; I have a soft spot for screwball comedies like Sullivan's Travels, The Lady Eve, and the Phildelphia Story ...

TV: I've got nothing against TV, but I just don't watch much of it, and I tend to pick up anything good by word of mouth and then rent the dvds or stream it (like Mad Men or the Wire or Game of Thrones or Treme, True Detective, etc); I like me some sports (though when/if I do watch em (and it's not that often I do), it's with the sound down and a record on or I've got a book or the paper or sometning else on the go) and, em, (nerd alert) Dr Who (old ones and new ones). I never tire of Father Ted or the genius of Dylan Moran in Black Books. And Blackadder ... no christmas is complete without watching a Blackadder's Christmas Carol.

Music: At heart, I'm a soul boy, but scratch a little deeper and you'll find a "mocker". These, among so many others, are the makings of me: ... (Curtis is my all-time fave ... if you ain't down with Curtis then, sorry to say, you're dead inside) ... though, I did come to this from this cover:
and, of course, these:
and, finally: (hearing this for the first time in 1980 or whatever changed my life ... I still get goosebumps when I hear it)
I can't believe I almost forgot this:
more recently:
and contemporaneously:
I could go on at much greater length and previously have done. Suffice to say, I like music.

Food: Yup, I like food. In fact, I'll eat just about anything that hasn't ever touched a peanut (which rules out the cuisine of all of southeast asia ... I'd love to, really, I'm sure I'd absolutely love Thai/Indonesian/Laotian/Vietnamese/etc but, well, anaphylaxis is not much fun---unless you're really really attached to lenghty visits to Emerg, which, having been there done that, is most definitely not my idea of fun---and best avoided, I know from experience ... oh the experiences.)
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
A good cup of coffee or 3
A good book
A great record
A pint of plain
Good friends (to share a pint of plain or a bowl of soup with)
My bike
My other bike
You? (whoever you are, wherever you are, to share a pint of plain or a bowl of soup with)
I once thought that I could do without the internet easy peasy, but recently I had internet issues at home and found I was lost. Argh! So that means I probably have to rethink this. Argh!
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
here. hare. here.
... 42!
what's for dinner.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
kicking a ball or drinking a highball.

When saturday comes you can find me down BMO field watching professionals kick a ball.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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Random ephemera (which may or may not be all that private):

I tend to ramble on (and on) ... though, if you've managed to get this far---bless! you're a trooper!---you've likely realised as much.

Yes, I spell realise with an "s". I'm quirky that way. And analyse. And advertise.

If brevity is the soul of wit then I'm witless.

I have a family recipe for tarte au sucre. It's inexactness is troubling. Sadly, there's no family recipe for cretons. (I despair for this, really, I do.) EDIT: I asked my dad about this over the weekend (14.02.15) and he said, yes, there was always cretons on the table when he was a lad; it would appear, however, that no one ever thought to get my great grandmother's recipe.

I despair for older generations. The kids, though, are alright.

There's nowt better than a peach, the finest of fruits.

Except maybe a cherry. A sweet, Ontario cherry.

I am a man of steel. Literally. Surgical steel. (They had the power to rebuild me, so they did.) If you ask nicely, I'll tell, but until then I'll remain mysteriously vague. Sadly, I don't come with bionic sound effects. Nor am I faster or stronger, just slightly less fragile.

I am NOT an alpha; if you're looking for an alpha, look elsewhere. Safe to say, I'm not an epsilon either. Am I a beta? gamma? delta? Hard to say really ...

Vines have grown over my front windows. Birds (sparrows and starlings) come and perch and flap and chirp away, entertaining and distracting my cats to no end. Cat TV?

I second that emotion.

I eagerly await the release of Fraggle Rock: The Movie.

I roast a mean brussel sprout. Yup, "roast" ... you boil them, they become tasteless mush, but when you toss them with olive oil, garlic, a sprinkle of sea salt and maybe a bit of pancetta and then roast em for 20 minutes in a 375 oven, they're jaw-droppingly delish.

I ain't no miracle worker.

I know how to make a roux.

I'm like the cookie monster, except for pickles (I'm a pickle monster, though I'm neither blue nor green, not that there's anything wrong with being blue or green). Any and all pickles. I really should get going on that plan to start pickling.

I drive stick.

As god is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.

I've lived all over the golden horseshoe. Really. The sameness of it all is terrifying. SHUDDER

Apparently, I have a thing for parenthetical commentary ... and not a single creative writing course hidden in my past (no doubt it shows). non sequiturs here, there and everywhere.

I'm not entirely given over to whimsy. I can be clever and/or thick.

One of these days I'll recompose all of this in free verse.
If I can overcome
my own indifference to it. all.
and sundry.

I hate this more than words can express and, yet, here I am.

Take from any of this what you will.
You should message me if
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You've made it this far.

I might be the droid(s) you're looking for ...

You can identify that "mocker" reference a few pages up.

You fancy a chat.

You'd like to try my ghost pepper hot sauce.