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Occupation:
talent gone to waste
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Hobbies and Interests:
sonic manipulation, sipping distilled beverages, staring into inner space, standing knee deep in teh ocean wearing nothing bur headphones, the NASA 1960s look, crewcuts, flattops
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Favorite Books:
nat'l geographic, industrial supply catalogs, kurt vonnegut, alan watts
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Favorite Movies:
andromeda strain, willy wonka&CF, THX-1138, clockwork orange, anything that has really bad sci-fi FX
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Favorite Music:
the noisettes[plug!], zoviet france, kraftwerk, 60s garage punk, soundeffects records
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Favorite TV Shows:
hogan's heroes, my favorite martian
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Zodiac Sign:
Cancer
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About Me:
myopic maladroit
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Who I Want to Meet:
patience, friendship, humor, love
somebody taller than me [6'3"]
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i would be getting drunk. but he isn't,
so i will just get drunk to pass the
time. thank you, professor...
oh wait... he's like all the way across
the universe... nevermind
sitting behind me at the library.
that makes me laugh. What a panty
dropper that is. Of course 20 years
later dropping my panties is much like
your 7th grade phys ed teacher who is
in great need of a wax on her upper
lip, coming on to you but none the less
GRRRRR Brian! he may be a little bit
too skeptical though, If i tell you to
hold a coke bottle don't ask why just
do it dammit!!!!
grandpa... I think that makes him happy.
more nearsighted than mine... and
that he described preparing salad
lettuce to me as: "First ya gotta rip
their little hearts out," followed by
tearing the inner core out of a head of
Romaine. Futhermore, his unusual
digital recordings are haunted by
audial ghosts. Ha!
If he thinks you're making an ass of
yourself, he'll let you know. But he
only bothers with people who are
salvagable, so take it as a compliment.
bother with any of that artificial
stuff like showering or fancy pants. He
doesn't need to. And he has a Mac
notebook--need I say more?
Otherwise, he's a helluva "human
being" and a fantastic soundician
and so forth. Tragically, Brian suffers
from a neurological disorder leaving
him able to verbally express himself
only with puns. Well, the same thing
could be said about ole Jim Joyce
and he didn't do so bad for himself,
now did he. A force of nature, this
gentleman. A locus of the whirling
eddies of uncultural tendencies.
Yes, those are his real glasses!
Yes, that is his real necktie! This guy
is really, for real, real, outside and in,
and plays a mean beep.