Interesting facts about me.

[suicide1monkey]

I drank Pepsi for 10 years. Then the drug cocktail I started made it taste like ash in my mouth. I now drink Coke, but only the watered down convience store fountain drink type.

I love food. The more exotic the better. I read about it all the time.
I sometimes pretend that I've experience with a type of food that I've only read about, so I can lure people into trying new restaurents with me.

I have a wood smoker, and like making my own ribs. I've done one batch of ribs in the last 6 months, it's all I've cooked. But I love cooking. I do great big exotic meals for my family a lot. I have no problem prepareing a 7 or 9 course meal for 12 people, and I relish it.

I am a crack shot with a rifle. I'm right handed, but my left eye is dominant; so I swap hands when shooting depending on the shot. But I can't stand the "gun culture" or the people whom that skill would impress. Is there a purpose to a gun beyond killing?

I wrote a paper showing that ussage and concept of PLACE as a metaphor for meaning in fairy tales reamains consistant with modern comic books.

I was baptised into the mormon church when I was 8 years old. But I pretend that I never was.

I lost my virginity when I was 15, to a 19 year old girl that I never saw again.

Stranger than Fiction is my favorite movie of all time.

I once collected over 100 variations and covers of the song Paint It Black.

I bought two armies of miniatures figures, so I could go back to playing a fantasy wargame that reminded me of my youth. But right after, the local gaming store closed and I haven't found a single person to play against.

I should be mowing the lawn, right now.

I hate having my forearms covered with clothes. Even before they got tattooed. So I always roll my cuffs up to my elbows.

I'm content to lounge around in my boxers all day, but I never wear shorts outside the house.

I like the nude human form. Especially in artwork or photographs. It's mostly non-sexual.

I have a bizzare sex drive, it rotates from extreme to passive seemingly on some random schedule. This always causes problems.

I like writing comic books, but I've given it up. It's so hard to get anyone to take a chance on your stories... when I have enough money to hire an artist and publish my books on my own, I'll go back to it.

I'm more comfortable speaking in front of a thousand people than I am talking to one person that I just met.

I haven't spoken face to face with another person for three days.

I killed my last dog. On accident, but I swore I'd never have another pet. I only have Charlie today because Hillary brought him home a couple weeks before she left, and didn't bother to take him with her.

I am afraid of sea monsters. This extends to lake monsters and river monsters. I hate boats and get uncomfortable on bridges. I tried learning how to scuba dive once, thinking that would help. It didn't. I don't know why this is. I must have been 10 before I saw the ocean for the first time.

Conversly, I was lost in a cave for over 24 hours once in my youth. I have no fear of dark places, confined space, or cave monsters. Go figure.

I stopped once at the scene of an accident and tried to calm a woman while attempting to stop her bleeding. I fled as soon a cop showed up and I never told anyone about it until now.

I had a tumor removed from my foot.

I've ridden a horse, an elephant and a camel. The camel stank, but the elephant was cool. I'd totally ride another elephant.

I got my glasses in Mexico, after being examined by a doctor that didn't speak English. But I feel ignorant everytime I have to say "no hablo español".

I like to eat steak when I'm drunk.

I've thought about food probably 20 times while I wrote this list. Stuff like "this one time I ate X and it was awesome." I told you I love food.

I'm extremely comfortable with my sexuality. But I get mistaken as a homosexual a great deal.

This happens even from people that don't know about my intense crush on Clive Owen, my hardline pro-gay rights stance, or the fact that I've written a great deal of homoerotica. All things, which to be admited, do make me seem gay.

My sister told me I come across as gay because I'm not trying to get into every girls pants. I don't know what's more insulting; the fact that girls mistake nice for apathy, or the fact that I probably was trying to get into their pants and they didn't notice.

I sometimes wish I was gay. But I like girls too much.

I have a trunk full of ethnobotanicals I haven't touched in 6 months.

I think this sort of thing is terribly self indulgent, but I do it anyway.

I probably do think I'm better than most people. It's something I struggle with a lot.

I have the stuff to make mohitos, but I haven't made any at all.

I carry a grudge for a really long time. In fact, I probably never forget or forgive, I just move on.

I love tattoos. I think they make all bodies look better. I have several if you're new to reading my journal.