A co-worker once said I was the Ron Swanson of our office.

Knife goes in, guts come out, knife goes in, guts come out.

Puns and playing the banjo. You don't have to get up, I'll show myself out.

I used to get told I looked like Kevin Bacon by new people I met. I don't anymore and I don't know why.

Music: Gillian Welch, Punch Brothers, Alison Krauss and Union Station, Black Sabbath, Justin Townes Earle, Slayer, Lamb of God, Man or Astro Man?, The Ghastly Ones, Crooked Still, Bela Fleck, Morrissey, The Smiths, Tiger Army, Rob Zombie, Doc Watson, Earl Scruggs, Tony Rice, Yo Yo Ma (particularly the Goat Rodeo Sessions),

Books: Stephen King, Stephen Hawking. Just stuff written by dudes named Stephen, really.

Movies: Awful horror movies (all eras). Tongue in cheek exploitation movies.

TV: Trailer Park Boys, How it's Made, 30 Rock, Twilight Zone, Frasier, Seinfeld. I've seen every episode of The Golden Girls and I'm still not sure if I'm proud of or ashamed of myself.

Food: Steak.

Names for metal bands I'll never start.

Either playing shows with my band, having a few beers with some friends or passed out after a week of waking up way too early.

I'm not in love with San Francisco.

You don't take life too seriously.