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"So hi. When I'm not saving the children or selling my soul, I'm lookin' for
nice guys with Charlie Brown heads, boy (or..."
More about Vinny
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Schools (Other):
Hard Knocks, Big Rocks.
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Occupation:
Writer/Trickster/Klutz
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Hobbies and Interests:
Candy, John Schlesinger films, becoming a trust fund baby, living forever.
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Favorite Books:
Geek Love, Confederacy of Dunces, A Good Man is Hard to Find, The Moviegoer, The Good Times Are Killing Me, Love is Hell
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Favorite Movies:
Freaky Friday, All About My Mother, Happy Together, Rushmore, Grey Gardens, Sunday Bloody Sunday, The Graduate, My Life as a Dog, Score, Nashville, Raising Victor Vargas, Sex Lies and Videotape
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Favorite Music:
Goldfrapp, The Wrens, Elvis Costello, David Bowie, Sebadoh, Donovan, Neutral Milk Hotel, Add N to (X), Sugar, LOW, Built to Spill, The Jayhawks...
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Favorite TV Shows:
America's Top Model, The Adventures of Pete & Pete, Twin Peaks, Square One, Changing Rooms, the safety messages at the end of G.I. Joe and the wonders of Public Access television across this country.
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About Me:
So hi. When I'm not saving the children or selling my soul, I'm lookin' for
nice guys with Charlie Brown heads, boy (or man)
geniuses, corn-fed Minnesotans, or other such fine folk to take to the
Arclight for a movie -- WITH caramel corn -- and then to Amoeba
records afterwards. If things are really going perfect, mmmmmaybe we'll
have some Roscoe's chicken and waffles.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Terence: Dude, what's with all those guys with beards on your friendster?
Mark: Yeah, like my friendster has two guys with beards, but I'm
connected to 25 through your friendster.
Vin: Um... I guess they live in cold climates.
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the trick to mainlining Reese's Peanut
Butter Cups, and how to hide the
wrappers from my folks. Good times...
you from crayons to perfume....or in my
case, casseroles to chaps. Vinny is
swell in my book.
wrapping. While he is capable of
horrifying acts of monumental cruelty
(the constant monkey bumps he
gives me come to mind...), he is
actually amazingly sweet and funny
and talented. He will be very famous,
so hook up your wagon to his train
now while you still can...
as a sandboy. Allow me to explain:
Happy as a sandboy= very happy;
Not a boy playing in the sand but one
peddling it to the owners of shops and
taverns where a fresh layer was spread
on the floor every day to absorb the
mud from customers' boots. Why a
sandboy should be proverbially jolly is
not clear.
can't find my fuckin picnic basket and
he's suspect #1.