Wait, are you still reading my profile? Really? You're not deterred be all these multiple blocky paragraphs on a dating site? Wow, alright. That's a good sign. I'm an INTJ on the Meyers-Brigg chart, which means I have this great big bountiful mass of aspirations, then fume and foam at the mouth because I can't make them a reality. I keep trying to make everything perfect, ignoring the fact that perfect is an illusion and perfection is an unachievable construct, but I don't care because I just want the things in my head expressed outwards in the real world. At least I have practice.
I take supremely enjoy television and moves. I like all media actually, but those are the two biggies. I like seeing the fruits of peoples' labor manifest. We're a society defined by our culture, and I believe it's important to encourage those who pursue it as a career path.
I like foreign, arthouse and classic film. I can quote any episode of The Simpsons first ten seasons. I know all about craft and microbrew beers. I can offer a studied opinion on anything with an electric guitar. I can lead a lengthy discussion on dadaism, absurdism and postmodernism, but can also dole out a perfectly timed zinger from Firefly. I can jot down 1000 words on any subject without breaking a sweat. And while this may be only sporadically useful, I'm one hell of a ringer at pub quiz.
Really, I'm looking for another person. Somebody who doesn't believe in bullshit and nonsense. Somebody who lives deliberately and drinks life from the fountain. There's definitely a great individual lying somewhere under this mass of pablum. I enjoy life, and I'd like someone to enjoy it with.
Writers: Dave Barry, Kurt Vonnegut, Ray Bradbury, J.D. Salinger, Daniel Clowes, David Sedaris, Bill Bryson, Raymond Chandler, Neil Gaiman, Tennessee Williams, Sarah Ruhl, Charles Bukowski, Geoff Johns, Franz Kafka, Anton Chekhov, Agatha Christie, Douglas Adams, David Mitchell, Allen Ginsberg, Dashiell Hammett
Movies: Clerks, Jurassic Park, American Beauty, The Graduate, Forrest Gump, Memento, Pulp Fiction, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, The Manchurian Candidate, Apollo 13, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Back to the Future, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Big Lebowski, Spirited Away, Ghostbusters, The Blues Brothers, Run Lola Run, Band of Outsiders, Psycho
Bands: Barenaked Ladies, REM, They Might Be Giants, Talking Heads, Arcade Fire, Oingo Boingo, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Beatles, Florence & The Machine, Counting Crows, Fountains of Wayne, Great Big Sea, The Who, Foo Fighters, Cake, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes, The Pogues, Social Distortion, OK Go, Devo
Were all those alternative bands from the 90s actually as great as I recall, or am I just ridiculously nostalgic?
Why do I have such a strange fascination with TV commercials, yet accept a strong cultural jamming persona?
Where do the ducks go in the Winter?
...And at any given moment, I'm imagining a scenario regarding cryptids, mythology, legends, and/or folklore.
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes
I want a girl with the right allocations
Who's fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry
She's putting up her hair
She's touring the facility
And picking up slack.
I want a girl with a short skirt and a looooooong jacket.