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sbirdwallace
25 / M / straight / Single
Seattle, Washington
The Skinny
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- 5' 10" (1.77m).
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- New friends, Long-term dating, Short-term dating, Activity partners, Long-distance penpals
- Smokes
- No
- Drinks
- Sometimes
- Drugs
- Never
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- Atheism
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- Graduated from college/university
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- Languages
- English
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Your Notes
Edit your notesI am hungry, curmudgeonly, and fantastical..
My Self-Summary
My middle name is Francis but, in fifth grade, I convinced someone
that it was Firedog.
Do I ever wish that it was actually Firedog? No. Not really.
Well, maybe a little.
http://seagreentelecaster.wordpress.com/
Do I ever wish that it was actually Firedog? No. Not really.
Well, maybe a little.
http://seagreentelecaster.wordpress.com/
What I’m doing with my life
I'm going to learn how to tie every tie knot; I won't let
myself die until I can throw a decent curveball.
I own an old electric organ covered in boxed-up Mariners bobbleheads and a trophy I bought myself.
It's a boxing man on a tiny green pillar that says, "The Trick Is To Punch And Keep Punching."
Update: I broke my legs running; once they get better, every shirtless man will pay/squirt blood tears.
Double Update: I all of a sudden have an overwhelming need to cook the sides/deserts of a thanksgiving dinner and serve them. (Don't really want to deal with the turkey).
I own an old electric organ covered in boxed-up Mariners bobbleheads and a trophy I bought myself.
It's a boxing man on a tiny green pillar that says, "The Trick Is To Punch And Keep Punching."
Update: I broke my legs running; once they get better, every shirtless man will pay/squirt blood tears.
Double Update: I all of a sudden have an overwhelming need to cook the sides/deserts of a thanksgiving dinner and serve them. (Don't really want to deal with the turkey).
I’m really good at
I run too much and I've been told that my hands are soft. I know
what songs sound nice together. In my mind I like to think I can
sing that Elvis Costello song "Riot Act" but I probably can't. I
sing that whole album anyways, while I bake, and get drunk. Dance.
I like to reduce an event to a sentence or two.
Sometimes more.
Sometimes more.
The first things people usually notice about me
Headphones. Wearing a coat. Sweater? Also, glasses.
Update: No longer wearing a coat.
Double Update: Wearing a coat again.
Update: No longer wearing a coat.
Double Update: Wearing a coat again.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
1. Singing along (way too loud for the hour it is) to that Elvis
Costello album Get Happy!! while making no-bake
cookies and pumpkin apple scones.
2. Michael Kupperman and Don Hertzfeldt and Chris Onstad and Paul F Tompkins (R.I.P. Best Week Ever) and Chris Ware and Robert Smigel. Maria Bamford's new CD is excellent; Tom Scharpling + Jon Wurster with a heart around it.
3. Spinach and Fried Eggplant Pizza (bleu cheese on the side to dip).
4. She's an Angel. Only Skin, All Thoughts Are Prey To Some Beast, Indoor Fireworks. That movie After Life.
5. Apples, pears, grape juice and Nate Silver. Space Ghost and David Letterman. Carrots and Hummus.
6. Michael Bowden's "Bringing the Heat," is the best book ever written about the 1992 Philadelphia Eagles-- way better than Randall Cunningham's autobiography "I'm Still Scrambling."
7. Maggie Cheung, walking; Mark Wahlberg, staring; Arnold Schwarzenegger as The Running Man.
8. Blade Runner, I'm Going Away.
9. Watching The Tonight Show and eating cereal (2-4 bowls).
10. Mike Schmidt of podcast fame.
11. Louis C.K.'s "Chewed Up" is the best stand up album ever; Black Dynamite was the most ridiculously enjoyable movie watching experience I've had since Hot Fuzz. I also really enjoyed The Informant!, even if lysine price-fixing < kung-fu treachery.
2. Michael Kupperman and Don Hertzfeldt and Chris Onstad and Paul F Tompkins (R.I.P. Best Week Ever) and Chris Ware and Robert Smigel. Maria Bamford's new CD is excellent; Tom Scharpling + Jon Wurster with a heart around it.
3. Spinach and Fried Eggplant Pizza (bleu cheese on the side to dip).
4. She's an Angel. Only Skin, All Thoughts Are Prey To Some Beast, Indoor Fireworks. That movie After Life.
5. Apples, pears, grape juice and Nate Silver. Space Ghost and David Letterman. Carrots and Hummus.
6. Michael Bowden's "Bringing the Heat," is the best book ever written about the 1992 Philadelphia Eagles-- way better than Randall Cunningham's autobiography "I'm Still Scrambling."
7. Maggie Cheung, walking; Mark Wahlberg, staring; Arnold Schwarzenegger as The Running Man.
8. Blade Runner, I'm Going Away.
9. Watching The Tonight Show and eating cereal (2-4 bowls).
10. Mike Schmidt of podcast fame.
11. Louis C.K.'s "Chewed Up" is the best stand up album ever; Black Dynamite was the most ridiculously enjoyable movie watching experience I've had since Hot Fuzz. I also really enjoyed The Informant!, even if lysine price-fixing < kung-fu treachery.
The six things I could never do without
The Internet.
Delicious Stovetop Stuffing, five pots.
Delicious Stovetop Stuffing, five pots.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
The sweet percussive sounds of a phone left off the hook too long,
children dancing on my grave:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6VTYpRkRkQ
"Do I want to make an EP of songs called "Actresses of the 90s" on which all the songs are about actresses of the 1990s?" and "Who has an acoustic guitar?" and "If I wasn't bone poor I could probably get a cat."
"Am I turning into Garfield?" followed by "No wait-- I hate lasagna, am indifferent to Mondays" and an audible sigh of relief.
"Do I want to make an EP of songs called "Actresses of the 90s" on which all the songs are about actresses of the 1990s?" and "Who has an acoustic guitar?" and "If I wasn't bone poor I could probably get a cat."
"Am I turning into Garfield?" followed by "No wait-- I hate lasagna, am indifferent to Mondays" and an audible sigh of relief.
On a typical Friday night I am
Yeah I am.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
A confession: At a neighborhood block party in fifth grade, at
which there was karaoke, I thought it would be an awesome idea to
sing the Tommy James & the Shondells song "Crimson and Clover."
It was not (and I have yet to do karaoke since).
I think I'm ready.
I think I'm ready.
You should message me if
You'd like to do a thing.
Or would like to find out if you'd like to.
Or you want to write a letter or five.
Or write or record a thing.
Your voice would sound good podcasted.
Scones and tea.
Or would like to find out if you'd like to.
Or you want to write a letter or five.
Or write or record a thing.
Your voice would sound good podcasted.
Scones and tea.
