Anyway, enough about you. Here's me!:
I'm an old school gear head, the untamable James Dean-type. And, if you don't know, he was a pretty awesome guy. Heck, I was named 'James' after him! (Okay, I was named after my Grandpa, but who's counting...)
In other news, I come from several generations of drag racing, and fast, loud cars are one of my passions. I also enjoy writing, having self-published a book, just for fun (actually mostly for money), so brains are also part of the package. Need proof? I know what the word 'adiaphorous' means. Just don't ask me how to say it.
In the past year or so, I've become an avid U.S. coin collector, which probably stems from my love of American history. Either that or the fact that I just like money in general.
I think cheese is AWESOME.
Although, I feel that testing mattresses and/or ice cream would be an awesome job.
Unless you value love and relationship high above all else, you should probably skip this part:
As a mostly freelance writer/artist, I've learned that there's definitely a hand-off between doing what you love and being happy/sane, and doing something you don't love and being wealthy/stressed. (Read between the lines: you won't fall in love with my cash. Yet. Unless you need a 1921 silver Peace Dollar for your collection.)
I'm also pretty good at breathing--been doing it my whole life. And, lastly, I'm an excellent blinker. Practice makes perfect. Go ahead. Blink for me. Prove to me our compatibility. BLINK FOR ME.
Unless I happen to have a leech hanging off my face. Then they'd probably notice that first.
"Honey, look at the leech on that guy's face!"
"Yeah, but he's blinking like a total boss! I'm leaving you for him."
A few others:
-The Royal Tenenbaums
-Raiders of the Lost Ark
-Star Wars (OT)
-Breakfast At Tiffany's
And the list goes on. Pretty much anything directed by Hitchcock, Tarantino, Wes Anderson or Billy Wilder. I'm a bit of a film snob, I guess. But I'm okay with that.
I'm all over the map when it comes to music. Everything from Sigur Ros to Ozzy Osbourne, Led Zeppelin to The National. I go through phases of doo-wop, soundtracks and/or obscure 1970s progressive rock. It'd be easier to say what I don't care for all that much: rap and most country, and there are even a few songs from those genres that I'm able to stand. (And a few family members have been wearing me down as far as country goes... I'm getting used to it.)
Don't watch much TV, but I do find The Office amusing, along with Family Guy (giggity), The Simpsons, early Entourage, and Eastbound and Down (my favorite). I lost track of Dexter and Breaking Bad, but I did enjoy them while I was keeping up.
And I don't really read books much, either; I just write 'em.
UPDATE: Lately, the more I watch and study it, Pulp Fiction is closing rapidly on Rear Window for the top spot on my fave film list. And, for the record, I LIKE mayo on my fries. Shut up, Jules.
Food... Don't like sauerkraut, peanut brittle, mustard, baked beans and grapefruit (though I love the smell of grapefruit, probably one of the best-smelling things ever). Pretty much everything else is a-okay. Except bugs.
- Why do so many girls write 'love to laugh' on their profiles? I mean, isn't that a given? I never once walked out of a hilarious movie and said, "God... I hate laughing." I just don't understand you, I guess.
- Sex. Haha, just kidding. No I'm not.
But most likely just eating pizza and thinking about girls in Yoga pants. THERE. I said it. Happy now? God, you're so nosey.
I wanna be a millionaire playboy when I grow up.
After 20 years, I still think the three daughters on Step by Step are hot as hellfire. Go ahead. Laugh.
If you're not on the aforementioned VIP list, but you're still a sexy-- er, I mean 'an attractive, sweet person who enjoys laughing (haha), loving, and late night drives to nowhere', hit me up. I'm pretty easy to get along with.
*If I don't reply, one of three things has happened:
1: you're neither Kate Beckinsale NOR Sienna Miller
2: you're just not my type. I'm not a stuck-up, shallow jerk, I just know what I'm attracted to, and I don't see any reason to waste someone's valuable time. Namely mine. (I kid, I kid)
Or, C: You just say 'hey'. 'Hey's for horses. Why the long face? C'mon, give me something to work with here! Unless you're incredibly beautiful and super interesting. If that's the case, you can just send me a message full of random numbers and I'll reply.