I'm an artist
and yes, i'm well known for it, and it sometimes makes me sick to my stomach.
this is my work: Artist Page
(if you don't click on it, there's probably no need to message me, but don't worry, its not a trick)

hard worker,
honest
kind.
Yes, a bit introverted (duh, artist).
wit wit wit but not the kind you're used to
macabre,
ironic,
the shitty things in life that happen to me make me laugh in a good way,
intellectually metaphoric... (if you don't get it, we won't either, if you do, we could have a conversation in only actions and faces.. that's how you know the two spread across a wide room of chatter laughing only at each other are meant to be.)

(on a menu in Italy was a dish: "Baby squid stewed in their own ink.".. of which i felt it akin to "Kittens marinated in their own blood." that's how pitiful that dish sounded to me.. i did not order it. If they rename it, perhaps i'll reconsider. When i was 7 i refused to eat Corn Meal Mush.. even with syrup.. but when my parents renamed it Grandpa's Golden Nuggets.. holy crap, then they were delicious!)

I'm highly curious about most things,
researcher
explorer (also a good movie when pluralized)
buildin' things and breaking things
on time type A
keep my promises
talking to animals (and listening to their problems too..)
Until i'm fucked over, i'm an unconditional sacrificer.

Painting.

I leave to travel the world after my show in June.. so.. if that matters to this whole hullaballoo, something you should consider...

making lasagna.
gift giving.
whims.

Normal days: That I should probably stop wiping paint on myself.
Exciting days: That I'm an old gin soaked library book about pirates.
Everyday: I own hugging.

ps.. if we meet, don't try to shake my hand (jesus... come on.)

a disclaimer to those who say "screw this catagory, it doesn't tell you a hoot about someone!"
-yes, actually.. it does.

Books: Hunter S. Thompson, Edgar Allen Poe, Watership Down, The Little Prince, many many artist books.. love reading, wish I had more time. I use it as an excuse to fly somewhere randomly.

Movies: Moonrise Kingdom, Seven, The Fall, The Cell, Watership Down, Bronson, City of Lost Children, Delicatessen, Clockwork Orange, Requiem for a Dream, Everything is Illuminated, Old Boy, Lady Vengeance, The Art of Flight, Red State, Marwencol, Goonies, Batteries Not Included (right?), Triplets of Belleville, 2001, Wolf Creek, Superbad. Moon. A Christmas Story. Eddie Izzard. The Professional (leon). Trinity, the atomic bomb movie.

Music: Beirut, Mozart, Bon Iver, Horse Feathers, Wu-tang, Clutch, Iron n Wine, Modest Mouse, Pixies, White Stripes, The Kills, Black Keys, Andrew Bird, Wolf Parade, Meschiya Lake, Ledbetter, Juke Joint Pimps, Rumspringa, Ratatat, Fleet Foxes, Fugees, Electric Six, Phosphorescent, Vivaldi, Tchaikovsky, Dvorak, learning to play Moonlight Sonata (line 2 beeches..) ... Led F'ing Zeppelin! Iron Horse sometimes, Nirvana, Weezer, Mumford and Sons, Wolf Parade, Timber Timbre, Pygmy Lush, Devendra Banhart..

Daily Show or Family Guy, Arrested Development, Always Sunny. Life's too short. Louie.

I'll definately eat anything, or at least give it a good shot. (NOT liver or beets.. I was force fed that once every 3 months as a child and my father told me that Sally, the girl buried in the back field, would come get her liver back if I didn't finish it while he went on his evening walk... love that guy.) Possible vegetarian, but mostly for the health reasons, I can't eat anything with a reference to the animal it came from in it (ie. bones... I guess the example "eyeballs" would work too.. but, I think we'll cross that path when we get to it). I have lived happily on 6 to 7 Ritz dipped in pasta sauce for months, (F U grad school) Now I try to stirfry farmer's market selections.

The other day I think I ate a post-it note.
it was a heat of the moment decision.
highly important... and yes, it works, nobody will ever read it again.

Eyes (mine and yours.)
Art
the fucked awe of nature and its belittling beauty.
metaphores and banter (this site has made me sick of the word "banter" but i'll still use it until "wisecracking chaff" makes a comeback.)
5. (workin on it)
6. (see 5.)

So much garbage.

(think Eddie Izzard mashed with Louie C. K. and that's what my brain does.)

The same thing as tuesdays..

There's a high possibility that the guinnea pig pen a the zoo is my favorite place in the world.

I was a veterinary assistant for 10 years and feline adoption counselor for 1.. a skill i pull out only in the most dire of situations, like when your dog needs his nails trimmed, stitches or behavioral treatment.. animals LOVE me. Even grizzley bears, he didn't even charge, we had a moment.

I hold my breath when looking at mold.

I have a fear of dropping my keys when I'm over a sewer grate.. cause that would be hilarious and those sorts of shitty things make me laugh when they happen to me.

I'm not around mold a lot.. don't worry.

You're looking for someone to haphazardly experience life with.
Send something i'll get a kick out of. :)

and something to say here: Its unfortunately real how easily gross and ineffective an internet dating site is. I'm fully aware of the recockulous amounts of douchey bro's, morons and pedophiles you probably get amazing, heart thumping messages from, and perhaps the true people looking for someone on this site are lost amongst the muck. I can tell you, from my ohio heart, I am genuine. (I may look funny to you, but you'll get over that after I run my mouth for a while.. :)

but know i'm not here to waste our time.

and, after reading all of this, sorry, glazing over all of this and the immediate reaction to photos, we're all nothing like what we write we are. Only in person, kids.. only in person.