I am a neurotic but mostly sane individual who seeks out what fleeting moments of happiness life has to offer. I usually find it in the company of friends, a good and twisted book or movie, a decent cocktail, or in my own imagination.

My pursuit of this goal has mellowed in recent years. I no longer feel the need to channel the spirit of John Belushi in order to have a good time, as I did in my early 40s. My hedonistic pursuits are now more appreciative of more lasting pleasures and I am now more likely to pause and think about whether an activity is something I really want to do.

I like to think of it as Midlife Crisis 2.0.

Oh, I should probably mention that my sense of humor can be a bit over the top. Measuring in milli-South Parks, I'd say about 1,500.

Although beauty can take many forms, I definitely do have my preferences when it comes to what I find attractive.
Intelligence is a must. I'm not insisting on an advanced (or any) degree, but I do relate best to those who are brighter than most. In addition to sheer brain power, I value an unorthodox/subversive/perverse take on life and the type of sense of humor that comes with that mindset. Above all, please have an open mind. If your religion, ideology, or laziness is reason enough for you to steadfastly see only one point of view, we're just not going to get along.

Physically, I prefer women who are solidly built rather than delicate waifs or the fluffier BBWs who have no muscle to speak of. I especially have a thing for women with broad shoulders and strong arms. Maybe it's borderline autism or I don't know what, but I really like to feel squeezed when I'm getting hugged.

Then again, maybe I'm just a pervert. I do enjoy some level of kink (I am naturally bottom-leaning but am willing to switch). The D/s thing does nothing for me though. I have no desire to control someone's life and don't want anyone controlling mine.

I'm a computer geek by trade and write, for lack of a better word, as a hobby.

I can write reasonably well, which gives me an edge over most functional illiterates. How well this skill translates into real-time social interaction is another matter entirely.

That my eyes tend to look all about the room when I'm thinking of something to say. Oh, I should probably mention my twisted sense of humor.

I was recently asked to list my 15 favorite books on Facebook. I'll post that list here and then do likewise for movies and music.

Books:
1. The Ginger Man - JP Donleavy
2. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - Hunter S. Thompson
3. Ripley's Game - Patricia Highsmith
4. Johnny Got His Gun - Dalton Trumbo
5. Invisible Monsters - Chuck Palahniuk
6. Perfume - Patrick Süskind
7. Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds - Charles Mackay
8. Flashman's Lady - George MacDonald Fraser
9. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
10. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
11. Slaughterhouse Five - Kurt Vonnegut
12. The Portable Dorothy Parker - Dorothy Parker
13. The Knockout Artist - Harry Crews
14. Wise Blood - Flannery O'Connor
15. James and the Giant Peach - Roald Dahl

Movies:
1. Goodfellas
2. Peeping Tom
3. Faster Pussycat, Kill Kill
4. Spider
5. The Decline of Western Civilization
6. Gojira (1954 sans Raymond Burr)
7. Dawn of the Dead (1978)
8. Gothic
9. Santa Sangre
10. The Vanishing (Dutch)
11. Re-Animator
12. Blazing Saddles
13. Starship Troopers
14. The Thin Blue Line

Music:
1. The Clash
2. Pogues
3. Patti Smith
4. Ramones
5. X-Ray Spex
6. The Pagans
7. X
8. Dictators
9. New York Dolls
10. Bad Brains
11. Toy Dolls
12. Black Flag
13. Sloppy Seconds
14. New Bomb Turks
15. Buzzcocks

Food:
(This is where the paradigm breaks down. My tastes are not only varied by too driven by daily whim for me to make a list. Let's just say that I am an omnivore and like food from all over the world.)

Internet access, books, my blog, strange films, liquor, and listening to punk rock that older than most of my bartenders.

Where I am in life, how I got here, and where to go. I also spend a lot of time thinking up things to write about, often in the wee hours as I'm staring up at the bedroom ceiling.

That depends on my mood. I often go for a drink after work at my local bar where I either chat with friends or scribble in my notebook. Other times, I do my writing in a cafe or go out to dinner with friends. I might sound more if I said that I exploded onto the scene every weekend like a crazed force of nature, but I'll save the lying for my stories.

I snore, rather spectacularly from what I'm told. I no longer perform a nightly apnea death rattle as I did back when I smoked, but the snoring can still be impressive.

You think you might like me, you think I might like you, the usual stuff.