I spill geek all over the place when I talk. Looking to share a few moments and have an honest conversation with you. My body is content, my soul is confident and my mind is cheerful.

What follows is an experiment in a personality steam of consciousness exorcise.
I watch Saturday morning cartoons on Tuesday nights. You can't make me mad but trying to will disappoint me. It may not be heaven, but if it's my kind of hell I'll see you there. You won't catch me dance, but I'll rawk-out like a hoboclown on Night Train. The Plan: monkeys... rubber pants... Carpet! I worship failure; failed bands, failed movies, failed cartoons, failed video games, now people call it Indy. If I know what I'm supposed to do and why I'm supposed to do it chances are I won't. If I don't know what I'm doing I'm having fun. I like it when you let your crazy show. When your dead grandmother is crawling up your leg you need to do what you needs to be done, hope the acid doesn't shift gears on you and become one of those hellishly intense introspective nightmares. I see the patterns in the empty space between the noise, others see the patterns in the wall of noise; thats fine. I've always wanted to take a punch for someone else. I'll complete a life goal when I sh*t while eating cheerios with the door open. There is nothing more fearsome then a room with a moose and a handfull of walnuts. I haven't completely abandoned rational thought, but we have decided to see other people. I shine like diamonds on the face of evil. Oh hey look, words. Their science has become our fiction. Never play leapfrog with a unicorn. I train for long distance drunk but I can do the sober to drunk sprint in $20. If you make it to the end let me know what I missed at the start.

I enjoy all kinds of music, want to know what music I listen to -> http://www.last.fm/user/goge

This is the best life we've ever had, the only day we ever live, and if we smile all the time we'll know we're gonna die happy.

Lets jump out of a burning plane at a myriad of feet while bare-fisted boxing a grizzly with rabbis who has the last parachute and known location of the presidents kidnapped daughter who we have to rescue from a group of street mafia-ninjas in sharp suits made by an Italian double-agent tailor who's sewn-in the deactivation code to the thermal-nuclear device set go off destroying astro-base go.

Or if you can get the rubber pants, I'll grab the monkeys and we can head over to carpet land.