Honesty is my best policy...which sometimes lands my foot in my mouth. I'm not like the other boys and most people can tell right away. Conventional is a word I steer away from.

Oh, look! There is the indoor Me. He's got multiple graphic novels checked out from the library although there is a whole pile of books by his bed he should probably get to first. He's pounding on his synth making some noise after listening to something from his large vinyl collection. After making his room nice and tidy, because everything has a place and needs to be in it, he's got 3 different things cooking on and in the oven with a tech or film podcast blaring from his iPod all while trying desperately to stay upright after working six days a week. The food looks and smells quite delicious, yet won't be winning any awards. After cooking, he's settling down to watch a science fiction movie or TV episode. There's a pile of crafts in his basement that are waiting for inspiration. Even though you may see him at a bicycle shop asking for advice or buying parts, he manages to do all his bike work and maintenance by hisself.

And there's the outdoor Me. Keeping fit and saving the planet riding his bicycle everywhere everyday. There's his truck parked outside but it only gets used to head out of town for a backpacking trip or dayhike once in awhile. On these trips he's hiking to scenic lakes, rivers and peaks. One or two nights on the trail is ideal, but more nights are always better if the time allows (see "work six days a week" above). The deepest darkest nights of winter won't keep him from dreaming about a hike through the snow or a windy and rainy day on the beach. If the sun shines for more than 3 days in a row, he starts sweating just thinking about his Frisbee and the park or a dip in the Clackamas.

Awkward pauses....

Finding ways to be an anti-consumer. Thinking globally and acting personally. Passionately arguing a moot point. Bicycle fetishism. Dressing in black.

My hairstyle is often referenced as being similar to one of the worlds most hated socialist leaders but is not at all influenced by that. However it would look keen paired with a military outfit at the fetish club.

I really love rich or sweet things. Like barely cooked meat, scotch eggs, herbal liquors or milk chocolate.

Blah, blah, blah, Criterion Collection, blah, blah, blah. See also: The Gentlemans Guide to Midnight Cinema, Outside the Cinema and House of Self Indulgence. Just put on some gloves and protective eyewear first.

Wilderness, the urban environment, a pencil, a bicycle, sex and a heavy book (not literally heavy, just, like, Back To the Future heavy).

The human condition. Our planet's fate. My future private space station orbiting Venus.

I have a love/hate relationship with Friday and Saturday nights. While in the service industry, my weekends were on Tues/Weds or something. Now I work 8-6 M-Sa. There are too many yahoos out on Saturday nights, so Sundays are where it's at. I might be at a club requesting obscure 80's and 90's gothic or new wave tracks. I may be out on a group bike ride or hanging with my bestie at fancy eatery, dive bar or disco. One or two nights a year I might be spending the night by myself in the mountains.

I'm genuinely afraid of alien abduction. Not because of the whole "probing" thing but because they're freakin' ALIENS, man. All weird skin and freaky faces. I'd totally take Sasquatch attack or shadow people over one spaceship worth of aliens. Ok, not shadow people. Forget I mentioned that. We are not alone.

White casual shoes make you gag.