Movies: The Big Lebowski, Rushmore, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, Slap Shot, Outlaw Josey Wales, High Plains Drifter, Raising Arizona, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Oh Brother Where Art Thou?, Into the Wild
TV: Top Gear, The Office, 30 Rock, This Old House, Mythbusters, Entourage, Penn and Teller's Bullshit, Weeds, Deadwood, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Simpsons, The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, Californication, Real Time with Bill Maher, The Sopranos, Flight of the Conchords, Family Guy, Seinfeld, The Honeymooners, MASH, The Boondocks, The Ricky Gervais Show
Music: Explosions in the Sky, Foo Fighters, Alison Krauss, Dan Tyminski, Tony Rice, AC/DC, Van Halen, Level 42, The Police, Phoenix, Rush, The Decemberists, The Twilight Singers, Old Crow Medicine Show, Van Morrison, Allman Brothers, Blues Traveler, The Greencards, Journey, Boston, Dave Matthews, James Taylor, Brian Setzer, Stevie Wonder, Lyle Lovett, Zac Brown Band
Radio: A Prairie Home Companion, Car Talk, NPR.
A good laugh.
Some peace and quiet.
Something to look forward to.
A scenic vista.
Sunblock. We Viking types aren't what you'd call good tanners.
Ok, so that's more than 6. Big whoop. OKCupid is not the boss of me.
When I came back from visiting Tennessee for Christmas, I got back to my house at about 2:00 am. This was just after a recent big snowstorm. 2.5 feet of snow here on the ground. As I was driving back here, I knew that the snow removal guy had come to plow the driveway, but I also knew he doesn't typically remove the snow on the rather long 100 foot or so walkway that connects where I park my car with my front porch. Also, if I strained and squinted, I could just make out my (now useless) snow shovel way out on my front porch. Doh! So, I get out of my car and strap (some of) my stuff to my back. Then I climb up and over a 4.5 foot pile of snow and stomp my way to the house through the snow in the middle of the night. It was about -20 degrees with the wind chill. It took forever and my hands were getting too cold, I could tell. Legs getting tired....snow in boots...snow in places a person shouldn't have snow....snow everywhere...no St. Bernard with a little barrel of brandy to come and rescue me either...and the only thing that kept me going was the thought that the next day, I didn't want to be the reason for the newspaper headline: "Tennessee Jackass Freezes to Death 30 Feet From His Own Front Door. America's Freezer Claims Another Dimwitted Out-of-Towner, Smirks with Self-Satisfaction. Go Back to the South, You Hillbillies. Let His Frozen Corpse Be a Lesson to You." I couldn't have that. I have the reputation of an entire state to protect. So, I eventually made it. The house was a nice, warm 45 degrees. Felt great. I eventually unfroze after a few hours with the heat turned back up. heh heh heh. Wait, what was the question again?
I write and throw right handed but bat and golf left handed. Which is weird.
I could beat your sweet grandma in a pie baking contest and shit talk her while I do it.
I once got into a fistfight with a goose.
Also, I'm allergic to caribou. For real. This is my curse. Isn't that terrible?
I have never seen the movie Dirty Dancing.
I once danced with nine native girls on a stage on Easter Island. Did I mention I was wearing a grass skirt and a coconut bra?
I was once damn near killed by an empty bag of Pepperidge Farm Mint Milano cookies. Ask me how.
I really, really want to learn how to play the mandolin.
I love to let the big sneezes fly (when no one is around).
I'm from Nashville but I don't particularly like country music. I love bluegrass, though.
Hey, why don't you introduce yourself by challenging me to a game of Words With Friends? My screen name is DrewReed42.
You should message me if you are constantly being mistaken for Lauren Graham or Tina Fey. You like to laugh and you like to make others laugh. You can use apostrophes appropriately. You should message me if you can appreciate the small things and like people that can do the same. You should message me if you like the occasional ridiculous conversation. You should message me if you have Garrison Keillor tickets. You should definitely message me if you are really smart. The smarter the better. In fact, if you are really, really smart, you should message me twice. You should message me if you wear cute Liz Lemonesque girl glasses. You should message me if you'd like to have your ass handed to you in a game of prison rules Scrabble. You should message me if you can spell on an adult level and can write clearly. You should message me if you can teach me how to play the mandolin. You should message me if you have a hilarious Minnesota accent. You should message me if you want to give me mandolin lessons. You should message me if you'd rather eat blueberry pancakes than sit in a church on Sunday mornings. You should message me if you have something interesting to say. You should message me because you just never know...you just never, ever know. Now how about that game of Words With Friends now? Hmm? Hmm?