Update: I was wrong. My username is now entirely accurate.
Yes, I can still regale you with the weird tales of human nature to which OkCupid employees are privy, but they will fall increasingly out of date after March 19th, 2010.
My philosopher friends call me a science-banger. I take no offense.
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The Mad Spitter of 23rd Street
Update: Found Rick and Morty. Put violin back in closet.
Four hours later we've missed the band and haven't left the bar. I can say, without a doubt, this was the best date I'd ever had, and this girl was basically girl-me. Sadly, despite my affable cool during the date, I immediately blew it, probably because I'd just gotten out of a two year relationship and was, as mentioned above, unemployed, and had nothing much to do besides pine after a random stranger. So she smelled the puppy-esque desperation and headed south for the winter.
But on that date, she played me Strange Religion by Mark Lanegan. Even now, after all the associations with that first and only date faded away, this song takes me a little bit out of the day, and puts me in a sentimental fantasy of delicate romance in a vicious world.
I also like AC/DC.
Update 2015: I usually read and watch a variety of things, but for some reason, I've been on a sci-fi bender for about three years. Like, several hundred books and nothing left to see on Netflix. I boot up amazon once a week fully intending to buy some hard-hitting investigative journalism illuminating a complex social problem weighing on the minds of our children, but I end up with three more sci-fi books and the fading hope that at least one of them will have a decent grasp of quantum mechanics and not just use it as an excuse for magic but not magic because quantum something or stuff see it's totally science.
Also how when people say something horrible and follow it up with "I'm just being honest," what they think they are saying is "I'm a human just like you and we all think socially unacceptable things and you should try to be as real as I am" but what they are really conveying is, "by the way, I'm actually horrible, not ironically horrible."
Which is ironic.
And Then I Thought I Was a Fish
Observations of a Straight White Male with No Interesting Fetishes
+ are perfectly self-confident
+ are effortlessly humble
+ are different from other people in this particular respect: you don't go around pointing out how different and unique you are every 20 minutes.
+ work out
+ have a PhD
+ play violin
+ and trumpet
+ have cooked at a five star restaurant
+ have mastered kung-fu
+ are willing to watch kung-fu
+ fight crime on weekdays
+ in tight leather outfits
+ are rich
+ want me to lie around your house or apartment all day in a towel