Like most people, my favorite activity is sitting in a darkened room brushing the hair on my huge collection of Troll dolls while throwing stale bread out the window at any passersby who look happy. I have been advised to play this fact down on dating websites, so instead I will make the completely unsubstantiated claims that I bike around, zumba around, garden around, vegetarian mush cook around, volunteer around, church around.
Personality wise, I am not at all easy going, I am strung up and surprisingly irritable. Instead of trying new things, I prefer to stay in my cage pushing this lever that delivers painful electric shocks. My professional life has all the direction of a Paulie Shore movie, and not even a critically-acclaimed one like Biodome.
The cardboard cutout of Captain Jean Luc Picard that I take most places, although it's challenging as of late because he is on a paleo diet so finding a mutually agreeable restaurant is tough
Most recently that neurotribes book about autism because blah blah intersection whatever disability politics yadda yadda stuff I gripe about as a private citizen inordinately concerned about such matters.
Any movie that involves someone from the wrong side of the tracks who dreams of escaping the 'hood through their passion for dance, preferably involving an unlikely forbidden romance with an uptown boy/girl (this may actually be the only sincere thing in this whole profile)
The only song I listen to is that song about cookies from "Troop Beverly Hills."
Anything you're not going to finish.
The box upon which is written "You cannot live without this box" which a wizened old stranger gave me on my 6th birthday.
A time machine with which to go back in time and stop myself from saying inane tripe like the aforementioned.
My spider sense.
My Neil Diamond lunchbox
Also, the popular TV show Scrubs. So quirky!
And on a real note, I never learned how to drive a car since like most folks I've never actually needed to use one. This apparently freaks people out here, so I'll throw that out.
You are the keymaster, gatekeeper, or can just put in a good word for me with Zuul, maybe give him my band's demo tape.
You're the six fingered man who killed my father.