Brian

South Woods Ms, Attended 1989 - 1992, Class of 1992
Syosset Shs, Attended 1992 - 1996, Class of 1996

New York University, Attended 2005 - Present, Class of 2007, Master's Degree, Business - Information Systems/Management/Statistics & Operations Research (yep, all 3)
Emory University, Attended 1996 - 2000, Class of 2000, Bachelor's Degree, Computer Science

Student

skiing, swimming, reading, raquetball, weightlifting, golf

Childhood's End, Foundation 'Trilogy', sci fi in general

Shawshank Redemption, The Matrix, Office Space, Swingers, Kung Fu Hustle

Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Iron Maiden, Outkast, Alice in Chains. Everything but country, and after a few years in Atlanta I can even tolerate that.

Simpsons, Family Guy, 24, Joe Schmo, Lost, Arrested Development, Scrubs

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

I know a girl who reminds me of cher
She's always changing
The color of her hair
She don't use nothing
That ya buy at the store
She likes her hair to be real orange
She uses tangerines