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A Few things About Me...

I can't get over the egotism

Grover like Oscar

One Ugly Mug

Age:
I'm doing well, in my twenties.

Sex:
If you couldn't tell before, (I could be a very ugly, hairy woman) I'm a guy.

Pictures:
Yes, only one picture on this page. Want more?

Location:
I live alone, just south of Boston in my own wing of an old Victorian. I am a Tried-And-True Bostonian and while I love this city and never want to live anywhere else, it still closes too damn early. I tend to spend a lot of time in Montreal and New York, so if you see a tall, goateed guy with a book, that's probably me. I work at some place in some far-off city doing something that makes me $$$.  And if you don't love your work, money is sometimes all that you can judge your happiness by.

More Pictures:

Just in case you didn't get enough of my ugly mug on the front page, here are a few more pictures.

Stats:
6'3/191cm
270 lbs/105kg
Blue eyes
Shortish, wavy, brown hair
&
Really clean teeth

Audio:
You can listen to my voice.

The Point of this Website:

This is the closest I can legally get to publically exposing myself.

This site started as an experiment. Really, it started as a way to learn to write HTML back in '94, before the explosion happened. But something happened in '95, and my brain started to work overtime, and my creative side just...blossomed. Maybe it was puberty, maybe it was the Ginseng or even Lily dying, but whatever it was, I changed drastically overnight. I knew I could do more, and do it with the flair that I was developing. So, I learned, and edited and shucked and plastered and steam-rolled my nascent drips and drops of writing into a more palatable form. I wrapped the format around the poems I had written and the pictures I had taken, and it has eventually grown into what you see today. If you're interested in more than this ham-handed, non-technical explanation, try letting me explain it another way.

If you don't like poetry, I completely understand. Who wants to read text on a page, especially if it's poetry? Hell, I don't even LIKE poetry. Reading my own is bearable, because I understand most of what I was trying to say, but I don't expect anyone else to put any time into the deciphering.

When I was deciding on whether or not I wanted a site, there were too many little reasons "Why" and not really any "Why Not?". So, I did it.

I'd be lying if I said this wasn't at least partially an ego trip. I like to be able to meet people and when they ask a question that I answered so much more eloquently on this site, I can point here and say "There's your answer. There I am."

In programming, I would explain it as:

if (question == y){
doAnswer("What music do you listen to?")
}
return result;

Music:Gorilla in my midst

If you're really Norah Jonesin' for some pie, and you just can't Tom Waites, follow this simple recipe for a treat:
Starting with a thick doughy base of Pearl Jam, stir in a dash of Radiohead and a few chunks of Korn. Stir firmly and evenly using your wooden Tool (with big Strokes), all the while humming a little song about war. While stirring, squish a few Stone Temple Pilots, Soundgardens, Becks and a handful of Cranberries into the dough (you can even chop up a few Fiona Apples, but they're usually too sour). Now take everything in your Garbage and put it into the mixture...well, Everything But The Girl. Pies shouldn't be naked, so you can cut a Mazzy Star design in the top, and decorate the crust with a few PJ Harvey-Bjork sprinkles (make sure you don't Clash). Tres chic! You are now Tragically Hip! Let that bake for 10 to 12 minutes on high heat.

If your oven doesn't work, don't Rage Against The Machine! You'll just have to call the Tori Amos repair service, and they'll Shakira on their way. Make sure to pay with your Moby Express card, because they don't take Johnny Cash. For now, you can fix it with a little squirt of Ween and WD-40, and put some KMFDM on the stove in the meantime.

For decoration, apply frosting in lines, so you get long, White Stripes across the top, or even use some Pink Floyd on the sides. Remember, this is pie, not Cake, so you'll have to drive a long, Nine Inch Nail through the top and let it sit on a windowsill to settle. Be careful that the Skinny Puppy down the street doesn't get his paws on it, as your pie will soon become a Butthole Surfer. Remember, let it cool without disturbance. I said don't touch it! What, are you Daft, Punk? By the time you're through, this should start to Smell Like Teen Spirit, or Nirvana for the nose. Watch out, as this smell has been known to attract hundreds of little boys, especially the ones from the "old school" of Michael Jackson Elementary School. Ya've got to be startin' somethin'.

This recipe will No Doubt leave U2 with a treat the kiddies will love.

Marital Status:

I'm single, but beyond that, it gets into murky water. I am pretty viciously defensive about my privacy, and I've had a few problems with a few wackos trying to track me down. So, I try to protect my privacy, and very personal questions like "Whom are you dating?" or even "Are you dating someone?" are not questions that I am willing to disclose to just anybody. Ask me, and if I get to trust you, I'll tell you.

Hobbies:

For a few years, I made my living as a writer and photographer. I included a few stories and a few pictures to give you an idea of what I used to do. I still write about many things and I photograph everything in sight but too much would be overkill, so the majority of my work is "offline".

For a few years I studied Tae Kwon Do under the then-World Champion and his mentor Billy Blanks (The Tae Bo Guy). I still practice it, as well as a few other tricks I've learned. I try to find some time to go out, read a few books, drink lots of tea, meditate, practice my Tae Kwon Do, play around on the Internet and write a few stories. Nowadays, most of my time has been learning the underpinnings of computers, and language, as well as writing an autobiography (still haven't decided on a title). It's not that I am horribly popular and my social demands are enormous, it's just that I work like it's going out of style. I need a raise and this is the way to do it.

Food:  Pet the Pussy?

Well, I try not to be a honking pig but we ARE programmed to wolf down everything in sight. I have this odd affinity for Peanut Butter and sushi (not together), I can't explain it...My good friend Jimmy owns a sushi restaurant, and I'm a regular there. But one food rules above all else: Poutine (it may look a bit gross, but it tastes damn good). For those Montreal natives, you know what I'm talking about.

You never see anyone actually posting pictures of what's in their fridge. I mean, all of the people who base their lives, and obsessions on what they eat (Vegans, etc.) and nobody seems to want to put up any realistic evidence. Without further ado, pictures of what's in my fridge. Those have got to be real, as I didn't even clean up. Don't forget the door.

Maybe it would be better to list the foods I DON'T like, it's a much shorter list:


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