I dig things. All of them. Or at least, most of them. They are cool. I like learning about them.
I like bread. A lot. And potatoes. Potato Bread being just about manna from fucking above.
Y, a la recomendación de OKCupid:
Me gustan cosas. Todas. O a lo menos, la mayor de todas. Son cheveres. Me gusta aprender de las.
Me gusta pan. Mucho. Y las papas. Pan de papa es casí maná llovido del puto cielo.
I am seeking, sasquatch, and nessie
I'm now a producer at WCSH 6. I produce the 6 & 11 PM broadcasts on weekends and do web work - or fill in producing - Monday through Wednesday.
My dog is pretty awesome. I like spending time with him.
I've been working on stand-up comedy. It's harder than I anticipated. Here is a dick joke: My dick is so big it has tectonic plates, a layer of flowing magma and an iron core. This means it also has a magnetic field.
I am trying my hand at poetry as well. I enjoy writing and thinking and trying to make Meaningful Thoughts, you know? Here is a poem:
Lies collecting snow
Iron rusted years ago
And... uh... bars?
You might notice that I'm "less mathematical" than most of these fine chaps ------------->
I won't argue. Math bugs me.
I recognize that Charles Bukowski had Things To Say that he effected with some muscular chops but I have a Serious Problem with the worship of him. And Brett Easton Ellis.
B. The Coen Brothers. Terry Gilliam. Spike Jonze. Peter Jackson. Sam Raimi. Jim Jarmusch. Charlie Kaufman. Michel Gondry. Quentin Tarantino. Luc Besson. Tim Burton. Jeunet et Caro. The Alien Movies. Stanley Kubrik. Mean Girls. Pixar. Robert Rodriguez. Shaun of the Dead. Joss Whedon. Guillermo del Toro.
C. The Black Keys. Tom Waits. The Beatles. Mike Patton. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Queens of the Stone Age. Bob Dylan. Beck. The White Stripes. The Underacheivers. Gorillaz. Killer Mike. Kanye West. Junior Kimbrough. R.L. Burnside. Sufjan Stevens. Wilco. Wye Oak. Sharon Van Etten. Lady Lamb the Beekeeper. Dana Gross. Samuel James. Wesley Hartley. John Prine. Townes Van Zant
D. Just give me the food.
But perhaps more importantly, will I survive the impending zombie apocalypse? Anyone else have fantasy situations worked out for this? Mine involves me, a motorcycle, my guitar and the desert.
Also, why do I like bread so much?
And sometimes I worry that my atoms are going to shake right through the bed and I'll be left with no body and no means of telling anyone about the crazy thing that just happened to me.
You dig it the most, baby.
And/or you can teach me some sweet banjo techniques.