Brad

New Holstein Hi, Attended 1991 - 1995, Class of 1995

University of Wisconsin - Oshkosh, Attended 1995 - 1999, Class of 1999, Bachelor's Degree, Journalism/PR

Editor/freelance marketer

Off the Street Club

satire, baseball, making people laugh, writing, beer (heineken mostly), sleep, rainbows, family, making fun of stuff, leaving solid and succinct voicemails, the Muppets, fishing (successfully) for compliments

Sex, Drugs & Cocoa Puffs

Office Space, Swingers, High Fidelity, Major League, Casino, Raging Bull, Billy Madison, Private Parts

Johnny Cash, Ludacris, Talking Heads, the Police, 80s Rap/Hip-Hop.

Simpsons, Seinfeld, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Sopranos, Wonder Showzen

Scorpio

I hate red lights. I hate jerks who honk at red or freshly green lights. I hate jerks in general.



As long as we're on the topic of things I dislike, I can't stand people who talk despite having nothing to say.



Even though I've never done anything highly illegal, I get nervous whenever I have to interact with police officers. That could be a Chicago thing.



I like traveling, but don't get to do it enough. I'm probably perceived as an ugly American wherever I go, even if it's Ohio.



Speaking of ugly Americans, I recently decided that most Americans are ugly. Not in the physical sense (though you could definitely argue that if you're shallow), but in the "worship Britney Spears, eat regularly at a Waffle House, laugh at a Jay Leno joke"-sort of way. Talk about ugly.



Waffle Houses intrigue me. I was actually at one today and wasn't feeling like having anything fried or greasy so I was going to order fresh fruit. There's where I ran into a problem, because, you see, Waffle Houses don't sell fruit of any kind. The closest I could come was raisin bread and OJ from concentrate. And people wonder why the South is just a little messed up.

People who know when it's cool to laugh.