Existentialism. Silliness. Books. Music. iPod. Movies. Friends. Disney. Non-Disney things. The beach. Sunsets. Television. Lost. Writing. Spontaneous creativity. Social experimentation. Juxtapositional eugenics. Alexander. Counter culture. Pop culture. Counter service. Table service. Roller coasters. Drink coasters. Drinks. Bars. The Matador. Getting to know Downtown, but with good experiences this time. Free time. Staying busy. Video games. Board games. Mind games.
Music
My musical tastes tend to be pretty eclectic. I currently have Rammstein in the background. Let's see what I-Tunes shuffles up next: Suicidal Tendencies, Marty Robbins (hawaiian music), They Might Be Giants, Katie Holmes singing On My Own, Alanis, Weezer, Happy hardcorse (techno), New Radicals, (hed)p.e., Cheap Trick, RENT, Riverdance, Avril Lavigne, Israel Kamakawiwo..ole, Violent Femmes, lavay Smith, Jimmy Eat World, Styx, John Hiatt, Green Day, Kirk Franklin, jacob's trouble, Tan Dun and Yo Yo Ma, Elvis, Jump Little Children, Damien Rice, Tree 63, Bone Thugs n Harmony, Swirling Eddies, John Mayer, Dada, Clay Aiken, Breaking Benjamin, Yellowcard, The Smiths, BNL, Switchfoot, the Dresden Dolls, eagle eye cherry, Johnny Cash, Weezer, Dick Dale, My Friend Steve, ACDC, Jane Monheit, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, Motion City Soundtrack, The Pogues, Dropkick Murphy
Movies
Full Metal Jacket. Empire Records. Evil Dead, Evil Dead II, Army of Darkness. Serenity. Go. Narnia. Saved. Swingers. Can't Hardly Wait. Pretty in Pink. High Fidelity. Disney stuff. Anything else. Everything else.
Television
. It Takes a Thief. Mythbusters. Cash Cab. Amazing Race. House. Firefly. 24. Veronica Mars. Full Metal Alchemist. Jericho. Justice. How I Met Your Mother. The Class. Heroes. Standoff.
Books
Harry Potter. Robert Crais. Clive Barker. Michael Scott Rohan. James Lee Burke. Neal Stephenson. Neil Gaiman. William Gibson. Kimberley Steele. Donald Miller. Gregory Macdonald. Charles de Lint. karmen coon. James P. Blaylock. Stephen R. Lawhead.
Currently Reading:
Nothing. I need a new book!
Heroes
Walt Disney. Joss Whedon. JJ Abrams. karmen coon. erica reetz. Lindsay Murdock. Kevin Smith. TH
University Of South Carolina At Columbia
Columbia, SOUTH CAROLINA
Graduated: 1996
Student status: Alumni
Major: Journalism / Mass Communications
Minor: English
Clubs: World Famous Third Base Hecklers
1992 to 1996
Ben Lippen Schools
Columbia, SOUTH CAROLINA
Graduated: 1992
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
1988 to 1992
Matthew's Companies
Walt Disney World Lake Buena Vista, FL US
Matthew wonders why he still has a Myspace account open. Posted at 10:11 PM Aug 2 view more
A description borrowed from the novel Love Monkey by Kyle Smith and adapted to me:
I'm from That generation. You know the one I'm talking about. The one after the one that discovered the Beatles and nonbinding sex, the one before the one where seventeen-year-olds asked to be excused from Phys. Ed. so they could launch their IPOs. Yeah, that'd be us: the Lamest Generation. Cultural anthropologists of the future will remember us primarily for nonblack tuxedos, Valerie Bertinelli, and Men at Work. Our grandfathers won World War II. We can't even tie a bow tie.
I'm not in great shape. I do, occasionally, complete one gasping lap around the reservoir. When I run, it's prose in motion. My abs are a one-pack. My arms are steamed licorice. My teeth are carved of wax. I've been compared to Winnie the Pooh, an Oompa Loompa without the self-tanning lotion, a slightly elongated Teletubby. For one formative grade — fifth — I was known exclusively as "Doughboy." The first time some playground wit poked my tummy hoping to elicit a girlish giggle, it was funny. The 100th time it was less so.
I'm defiantly average, studiously okay, the Gap of bachelors. You know how when you go into Duane Reade and there's a generic product next to the one with a logo and a memorable back story of amusing and informative TV commercials? IBUPROFEN. MOUTHWASH. ANTIHISTAMINE. That's me: the man without a brand. The one you would never pick after you won the lottery. I contain all the same ingredients, and I'm a bargain. But I have no shelf appeal. If someone saw me in your medicine chest, you'd die.
I'm thirty-three, as healthy as any other Spam-raised American male. I look pretty young. Hair is disappearing from my scalp, but fortunately it hasn't deserted me: It's just relocating to my nostrils and ears. My face — my patriotic mug of white skin and blue eyes — is doing okay. I have no laugh lines (what's funny?). I'm not short, not really. I stand the Minimum Acceptable Height for an Adult Male. (Some celebrities I know to be shorter than myself: Redford. Stallone. Pitt.) But the only way I could ever be labeled tall would be if I became a Starbucks beverage.
I've been thinking about this guy who wrote this book. It's about this regular, warm, flawed fella and his girlfriend. It goes into his longings and his needs and his fears and how he keeps screwing up in lovable ways. The whole story is told in Top Five lists. Every girl I know has read his book, and they all want (or think they want) to meet a guy like the guy in the book. He wrote the world's longest personal ad and got paid for it. They even made a movie out of it: the movie consisted of good-looking people reading the Top Five lists from the book.
So I reflect for a moment about improving my relationships. About the secret sorrows of men and the stated needs of women. About longing and forgiveness and how wise people learn to love each other's imperfections.
And I conclude: I better get cracking on some Top Five lists.
famous, infamous, something like that. all of a sudden the world added me to their flickr contacts and i was really confused. hehe took me a few minutes to realize i'd been boinged but hey, you oughta see me on consumerist. the internet... warhol woulda loved it
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I thought I should let you know that last night when I stopped at starbucks to get my "vanilla chai latte" the barista corrected me (somewhat rudely actually) and said "vanilla chai tea latte?".
. It Takes a Thief. Mythbusters. Cash Cab. Amazing Race. House. Firefly. 24. Veronica Mars. Full Metal Alchemist. Jericho. Justice. How I Met Your Mother. The Class. Heroes. Standoff.
