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On the roof at Bonnaroo
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""I'm not a cool guy anymore/as if I ever was before"...
I've found that being asked to sum up one's complete life and..."
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Schools (Other):
Montour High School, Indiana University of Pennsylvania
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Occupation:
Purveyor of Fine Lies and Professional Twaddler
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Affiliations:
Church of the SubGenius, Crack Monkeys 'R' Us, CISSP
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Hobbies and Interests:
music (hardly limited to the list below), books, outdoors, travelling, computers, bowflex, skydiving, pinball, video games, belgian beer, KB, photography, Bonnaroo, Vegas, cooking, frozen sausage lozenges, dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight
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Favorite Books:
How 'bout authors instead, Douglas Adams, Richard Bach, Douglas Coupland, Neil Gaiman, William Gibson, Dan Millman, Vladamir Nobokov, Tom Robbins, Neal Stephenson, Sarah Vowell, Dr. Phil that fat bastard
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Favorite Movies:
Star Wars, The Matrix, Bowling for Columbine, Donnie Darko, Pi, Requium for a Dream, Memento, Pulp Fiction, Resevior Dogs, Fight Club, Being John Malovitch, Orgazmo, The Shining, A Clockwork Orange, Old School, Anchorman, Kevin Smith movies (jury still out on Jersey Girl)
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Favorite Music:
Apocalyptica (Metallica on cellos ROCKS), Arcade Fire, Bad Religion, Beatsie Boys, Beta Band, Andrew Bird, Bosstones, Broken Social Scene, John Butler, Cake, Catherine Wheel, Richard Cheese, Coldplay, Death Cab, Flaming Lips, Fire Theft, Ben Folds, Foo Fighters, Galactic, Gomez, Green Day, Ben Harper, Hives, Hot Hot Heat, Charlie Hunter, Interpol, Iron&Wine, Jack Johnson, Jane's Addiction, Jawbox, Jawbreaker, Norah Jones, Kings of Leon, Amos Lee, Massive Attack, Medeski Martin & Wood, Mars Volta, Material, Modest Mouse, Mogwai, Morphine, Mr. Bungle, My Morning Jacket, Nickel Creek, Nirvana, OZOMATLI!, Pearl Jam, Phish, Pixies, Polyphonic Spree, Portishead, Postal Service, Primus, Radiohead, RATM, Robert Randolph, Samiam, Social D., Sparta, Stone Roses, They Might Be Giants, Tool, Tortoise, Keller Williams, Ween, Weezer, Stevie Wonder
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Favorite TV Shows:
Battlestar Galactica, South Park, Star Trek (TNG, Voyager, Enterprise), Simpsons, Subterranean, Crank Yankers, Family Guy, Adult Swim, Reno 911, BBC news because ours is like Sesame Street, whatever muh Tivo tells me isn't crap
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Zodiac Sign:
Capricorn
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About Me:
"I'm not a cool guy anymore/as if I ever was before"...
I've found that being asked to sum up one's complete life and personality within the confines of a text box on a web site is like trying to put ketchup back in the bottle - you're always going to miss some, and you'll undoubtedly stink like sweet vinegar tomatos afterward. Damn, I really hate ketchup. Anyway, here's my 20 second attempt at being interesting and witty: I pay my rent by making plugging security holes that Bill Gates already should have, and have been a computer geek since age 8 (when 300 bps modem and an Apple II+ was an uber-leet setup). I'm a big fan of cats, philosophical and political debates, and cereals that maintain their crunch. Overall, I'd say I'm a happy person, although the ongoing injustices in the world have me sorta cranky right now (read: Dubya is teh suck). It has been said that I am a moderately intelligent biped; however, some of the stupid decisions I've made in the past say otherwise. I like life most when I'm somewhere where I can see the Milky Way, when answers lead to more questions, and when I'm laughing uncontrollably. I also like it when the girls they touch my hiney.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Fellow geeks, pinball addicts, creative geniuses, and living ledgends. People who will giggle at my 127.0.0.1 t-shirt. Lovers of Mac OS X. People who want to listen and learn sometimes instead of rattling on about themselves and their mega-important lives all fucking day. People who question the answers instead of swallowing the spoonfed BS like good little consumers. People with big brains, big hearts, big dreams, and who actually subscribe to the idea that this life is not a dress rehearsal. I'd also like to meet J. Robert Oppenheimer so as to smack him upside the head.
PS: After reading this over, I sound really pissed off. I'm actually quite jolly. Well, except for that part about Oppenheimer, that ass.
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in the form of grand predictions of my
friends' futures, so I'll continue in
that vein: Kevin will develop a
revolutionary new graphical interface
which will change the way humans
interact with their computers forever.
Say goodbye to those keyboards and mice
(mouses?) people. I'm talking, you
think it, and it's done. Shit William
Gibson never even thought of, nah mean?
LIke with lasers and shit. I dunno, I'm
an English major.
He will also contribute to the next
generation of peer-to-peer networking
that will be the ultimate nail in the
recording industry's coffin, ushering
in a new era of honest, non-marketing-
research-based music that will bring
about world peace, the abolishment of
capitalism, and a pineapple upside-down
cake in every Christmas stocking.
male. A sly sense of humor wrapped in
an untangeable likeness of Lou Diamond
Phillips. Is that how you spell
untangeable? Feet about 10 or 11
inches, and shoes that fit. Utter
responsiveness of character shuttering
the truth in every spackle of vibrant,
breath-taking hormonal verbage
slipping from his pallette of
mechanismal wonderment. A hurried
response is not a response, yet a
response indeed. A pronounced longing
to attract and pursue the immutable
tide, ocean breeze; tidal sleeze; bar
room brawl upon the coast of
consciousness. A machismo that goes
deeper than the subcutaneous reaches
of the plasma inerds that inhabit our
motherly spheroidal terrain. Kevlar
whore.