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Interested In:
Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
Aug 2003
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Hometown:
Brooklyn, NY
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zBaron's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/1492216
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Occupation:
Computer Dood
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What I enjoy doing:
pits of shoggoths, all-you-can-eat sushi for 19.95, big old slick cadillacs, lower frequencies and the old testament
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Favorite Books:
victoria's secret catalogue, zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, 1976 cadillac eldorado convertible owner's manual
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Favorite Movies:
this is spinal tap, fast times at ridgemont high, bram stoker's dracula
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Favorite Music:
type o negative, the beatles, the germs, mc 900 foot jesus, metallica, kc and the sunshine band, ed rush, carnivore, the rev of a big block v-8
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Favorite TV Shows:
WKRP in cincinatti, oz, that soap opera on the spanish channel
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About Me:
i am known by some as "the jew in jackboots". i'm your
everyday streetwalking cheetah with a heart full
of napalm. meeting me, you will be astounded by my
adherence to social propriety and my set-your-clock-by-me
punctuality. i enjoy holding court, making broad, sweeping
statements about music and culture, and finding new and
bizarre ways in which to aggrandize myself. i believe i
was royalty in a previous life, or at least a sinister
advisor to some monarch or warlord.
essentially, an incarnation that allowed me to
wear robes,
sit back in a big, velvet brocaded chair, steeple my
fingers, arch my eyebrow and murmur "eeeexceeelllent....".
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Who I Want to Meet:
ppl who can't decide if they're truly jedis or suffering
from delusions of grandeur. ppl who make me feel mighty
real. ppl who comprehend what an epic achievement the new
type o
negative album is. ppl who can turn off their minds, relax
and float downstream...
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promotion! If I had a penny for every
kink link he's Im'ed me, I could go to
the movies by now ... and bring a date!
Hey, i swiped a "Barry's Mix" CD
earlier today from Ricky's book, dug
it lots. You have a fantastic way of
telling people what they don't want to
hear, insulting the unsuspecting,
mocking those within earshot and
having it all be ooooo-k. Even so far
as being complimented by your
unwitting victim. Metal up yer ass,
baby! and yeah, I do need breast
implants, sigh.
the tender age of 16, the guy who
introduced me to metal, pot (BEFORE I
joined the Army, in case Big Bro' is
reading...), and many other mysteries
of the underworld. The guy who scared
my parents at the time but upon whom
they now look fondly (if only 'cause
he's one o' the few Jews I
dated)...the dood I can talk to once a
year and feel like we spoke only
yesteday...the guy who's opinion I
value more than anyone's...the man who
e-mails me the WEIRDEST s**t (some of
which I can't open on my government-
controlled work computer)...if he
considers you a friend, consider
yourself lucky.
speaks reminds one of when motorists
rubberneck past a gruesome car
accident. Some are mesmerized, coming
to a halt near the center of activity.
Some are vaguely curious, slowing as
they pass but not really getting
involved. Others are horrified at
what's happening, amazed that people
are actually stopping to check out such
a mess. And after it's over, as you
pass by and return to your normal life,
you're not quite sure if you've learned
something fundamental about the human
condition from having been there, or if
you've merely wasted a lot of time you
could have gone somewhere with
instead. You'll never really know, and
he never really knows either; the only
thing everyone is sure of is that cars
halted near Barry are, statistically,
much more likely to be Cadillacs than
those in your typical pile-up.
make you hear his voice whenever you
read something he's written, but thats
not why he's the man. Were Conan to meet
this man he would renounce Crom and
worship him as the Lord of strength and
all things masculine. Cool as that is
it's not why he is the man. He'll stroll
through the mean streets of Brooklyn to
the seedy underbelly of Ossining with a
40 in one hand and the steering wheel of
a bitchin Cadillac in the other and
although that is quite enough to make
one the man it is not why I, Lord Delfi
proclaim him to be the man. You see my
friends Barry is the man because in your
darkest hour, in your time of need, when
all hope is lost and you've exasperated
all desire to live and function in this
dreary world, he will find a way to
bring anal sex and/or facials into the
conversation. What more could one ask of
a good friend? Maybe a visual aid and
another 40 perhaps but it's awful
comforting to know he'll bring it up
eventually.
squeaks by. But as a bolt throwing man on a
silver mountain he brings it correct. Standing
upon his pulpit passing down wisdom and
spinning yarns of metal days gone by, he is
truly the man to endulge with. Being my best
friend in this city I am proud to say that we
have come upon many revalations together as
well as smote a few evil doers in our spare
time. I will close by saying that he is what is
he, he does what he does, and no, it is not
contagious. Feel free to touch it. Go on.
with his eyes. He's one of those who
calls it how he sees it and punctuates
his statements with a glint in eyes
that follows your own until he knows
he's made his point. Behind those eyes
is a man who has seen a lot, who takes
in everything the world shows him and
processes everything with an astuteness
that rivals best his wit. The "bear in
Barry is my favorite thing about him.
He's Ursa Major. After our first you-
are-my-friend-lets-hug-on-it bear hugs,
I think fate brought us full circle. In
him, I had found a brother from a
former incarnation. Without a doubt, I
count myself among the lucky.
some... quickly!! ;-)
Great minds think alike, and on that
note, I can't think of anything more to
say... Barry just *is*... :-)
MUTHFUCKA you ask? you don't know?? its
BARRY...thats who fool! B to the A to
the DOUBLE R to the Y...BIATCHES!
me porn for Christ's sake! Barry Rules!
He also is quite the gifted actor. Who
can forget his stellar performance
in "The Road Warrior" as Lord Humongous?
Even to this day, when i'm at the
office speaking to a coworker around
the water cooler, when I get to that
point in the conversation where I find
myself telling them "Be still my dog of
war; Soon you will have your sweet
revenge" I must admit that I'm drawing
from Barry's energy more than just a
little bit!
One thing though - if you are ever
at a bar with Barry and he
spontaneously buys you a beer, it would
not be inappropriate to ask to see a
receipt.