My friend Kelly drove me to the hospital one night for some bruised ribs. It was late, and the wait was several hours. She grew tired, she grew annoyed, she grew displeased to be where she was. At about 5am I turned to her, smiled, and said "well at least we're together." She nearly killed me. The moral of the story is I sometimes favor a brand of humor that consists of jokes that aren't funny at the time they are told, and that this /can make me look like kind of a dick./ That's my disclaimer.
Into the obligatory stuff: I'm into karate, computers (particularly FOSS), autocross. film, and gourmet food (can't cook a note, love eating it).
I'm looking for someone who can keep my attention without me being on ritalin.