I've been a jock, a DJ, a corporate drone, a student, a teacher, a punk, a bouncer, a roadie for a metal band. I've cheated death twice. I've been described as "Charm and Deadly Kung-Fu all rolled into one." I'm the kind of guy who carries all the groceries in the house at once just because I can.
I talk how I think, and I write like I talk. I'm honest, open, and I long ago lost any kind of filter. I've learned that being honest from the start saves you from ever having to say "Please don't flush my head down the toilet".
I tell great stories. I also listen well. I question authority, and I can fix anything.
Here's a hint: IT'S NOT.
So I went back to school, because nothing cures boredom like studying Sociology and German economic reform.
And then some firm was kind enough to hire me, so there's that. But I get to see urban sociology first hand (its a non-profit that develops emerging poor and underprivileged communities) so I maintain my connection to my academic desires.
In between I'm a Nerd attempting to achieve Spaz social status. I've been known to play a video game or two, and I can rock out with the best of them at Rockband. I guess all those music lessons paid off.
I'm also told that I hug really well. And that my toast is sublime.
At least, that's what they tell me to my face. For all I know, the first thing people notice about me is my stunning lack of Jew Fro.
As far as books go, I have on my desk at this VERY MOMENT; Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson, Rights on Trial by Arthur Kinoy, and Is Belief In God Good, Bad, or Irrelevant by Greg Graffin.
Yes. *That* Greg Graffin. Lead singer of Bad Religion. He wrote a book. You should read it.
Food? I hear it's good, and makes you not die.
2) Running water
4) A plush Godzilla doll
I'm pretty sure with most of those I can Macgyver pretty much anything.
-Why Mr. Fork and Ms. Electrical Outlet can't be friends.
-How to bring back the 80's.
Alternatively, I'm out with friends enjoying their company in small, quaint bars where one can have a drink and actually have a conversation that doesn't involve smoke signals and flare guns to be heard over the roar of the crowd.
There's also a video of me on Youtube from 1998. 'Nuff said.
I'm indestructible. Seriously. Multiple car accidents, bike accidents. I've drunk laundry detergent and survived and I'd be happy to talk about that lemony-fresh ordeal.
Half of my family has FBI records thanks to one of the greatest mysteries in the history of the United Nations. True fact.
2) If you're not a robot.
3) You're an intriguing robot.
4) You want to learn about Marx, Engel, and the rise of the British Working Class.
5) You want to.