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More About Neal
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Occupation:
hahahaha
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Hobbies and Interests:
confusion, predictability, hyperbole, harmony, dissonance, short words, long attention spans, winter, sophistry, the deterioration of myself
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Favorite Books:
ishmael, on the road, player piano, the god of small things, me talk pretty one day, einstein's dreams, angela's ashes, the grapes of wrath, the poisonwood bible, catcher in the rye, the book, the cider house rules, don quixote, where the wild things are, ee cummings selected works
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Favorite Movies:
garden state, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, the royal tenenbaums, american beauty, amelie, waking life, fargo, office space, bottle rocket, being john malkovich, fear and loathing in las vegas, snatch, confessions of a dangerous mind, rushmore, punch drunk love
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Favorite Music:
radiohead, the mars volta, the shins, franz ferdinand, atmosphere, a perfect circle, the decemberists, the cure, modest mouse, built to spill, pinback, mates of state, neutral milk hotel, iron and wine, jim guthrie, hot hot heat, tool, calexico, cake, postal service, muse, mozart
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Daily Show, Subterranean
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About Me:
I'm drunk.
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Who I Want to Meet:
wealthy gadabouts
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Testimonials and Comments for Neal
god.
dispenser in the kitchen. It holds a
roll of blue paper towels without a
cardboard tube in the center, and
towels are pulled from a hole in the
bottom of the dispenser. It is also
refilled from the bottom. Press a catch
and the base swings open, then a roll
is shoved in, and the base is closed
again. To prevent the roll from falling
out before the base is closed, the
dispenser is fitted with a "non-return
device" -- a set of plastic flaps that
hinge up but not down.
Neal was bored. Computer programming
wasn't sufficient exercise for his
vivid imagination. He wandered into the
kitchen to make some tea, and as he
waited for the kettle to boil, his eye
fell upon the towel dispenser. The
cleaners had failed to refill it and it
was empty, with its base hanging open.
Terminally bored, Neal felt a sudden
urge to see what it looked like from
the inside.
To his delight, his head fitted into
the dispenser fairly well. He was not a
particularly tall man, and the unit was
mounted high on the wall, so he stood
high on his tiptoes for a better
view... That was just the right height.
The non-return device "non-returned"
right under his chin!
How long can one stand on one's
tiptoes? Not very long, according to
Bill's colleagues, who were attracted
by the thrashing, choking noises coming
from the kitchen. They found Neal
dangling by the throat from a paper
towel dispenser!
Fortunately, they were able to release
him without permanent damage. It was
quite entertaining to watch. I do
however wonder what an inquest would
have made of the situation if he *had*
strangled himself.
And I wish I'd had a camera.
buying booze for him and then watch him
drinking it, but mostly i like him for
the fact that he's the only one that
likes my picture on friendster that
makes me look like a tool. sometimes he
just looks at me with that big gaping
eye of his and says "GODDAMMIT COLIN!
ITS PRONOUNCED HEIGHT NOT HEIGHTH! then
he tries to slap around some, but i
throw another beer at him. then all is
rosy and we fall asleep half stoned.
the next morning we wake up at half
passed eleven and realize that we're
missing class. then we have another
beer. i also like that his first
sentence to me was "i looove tool."
incher for me?
it was playing a Teenage Mutant Ninja
Turtles (R) game that brought him to
such a point, or perhaps it was just
the general dejection of the evening,
which was supposed to be a fine
Halloween night but turned into
drinking and playing odd video games.
had a ghetto-speaking streetrumble (on
AIM), complete with an official
moderator (Shannon). I totally kicked
his ass (barely).
would be too DIFFICULT wouldn't it? ohh
you're a sly one. it's like the eye is looking at
ME! this is deep! but seriously, blue is a bad
ass color. i like blue. goddammit, why am i
looking at these pictures so much!? roar! i am
the lion!
Oregon. And he has a sweet ass.... uh
irately over the smoky bar of a cantina,
in some dark corner of Guatemala. My
first thought was, "What the hell am I
doing in Guatemala?" My second thought
was, "who is that handsome devil wearing
a poncho, arguing with a cat."
Turns out, Neal had just lost 800
pesos to a Mexican Calico. Over Spanish
poker...that's Neal for ya. Needless to
say, I bought em a shot of jose, and
convinced him to cut his losses. They'll
be other cats, Neal. They'll be other cats.