Is Desperate Housewives too girly? In that case, I like, um, let's say, NASCAR. Yup, nothing better than watching cars drive in ovals for hours on end. Yippie-ay-yo.
About me: I am not a bad-ass. I recently saw a picture of me holding a rifle, and I look like Charlie Chaplin, sans moustache. I am not looking to buy your pornography services, and do not need penis enlargement. OK, maybe I need it, but I am not going to buy it over the internet. I do not need a morgage, nor re-financing of any kind. When I do, I will go to a bank. I do not need your millions of Kenyan dollars, although I appreciate your faith in me. I leave bad first impressions. Often, second and third impressions are not much of an improvement. I do not like to have haircuts, because I will soon be too bald for my remaining hair to be unruly. I dislike the comic strip "Cathy," and read it every day. I would say I read it religiously, but I do not pray to Cathy Guisewite for help or guidance. I am married, but do not reccomend marriage to others, as they can not marry my wife, and thus are setting themselves up for disappointment. My MySpace blog is the replacement for the previous blog that I long ago tired of writing, The Science of Non Compos Menticism. That name comes from a letter sent by John Adams to Thomas Jefferson. I am a nerd.
