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About me:

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I am mostly the multicellular colony named EricZombie. My colony is host to a few pounds of symbiotic and predatory bacteria, and an unknown number of other parasites. The neural aspect of this colony has created cellular pathways to store information, and has been of some assistance to the maintenance of the colony. This neural aspect does not view fantasies of post mortum immortality as realistic, or anywhere near as desirable as pre mortum immortality.
I've been called many things. Coldly serious, quirky, uncompromisingly funny, brooding, intense, relaxed, laid back, too sensitive for my own good, contemplative, caring, ambivalent about the world. I'm all of these things at times. I will never die.
I've traveled to all four corners of the US, and a stint in Hawaii during my childhood. I have yet to travel to other countries, but it's in the plans. I rode a bike down the East coast, I followed a tour bus across the country, I've hitchhiked up the West coast, and ended up in the Northwest. I've lived out of hotels and houses, in apartments and abandoned buildings. I've had many adventures in my travels, and believe me, I'm not done yet.
My story starts in Patterson, New Jersey. I was an only son of a single father. Sometimes things were good, but usually we were struggling with financial and emotional issues. My father put a lot of pressure on me to succeed. I was a smart child, and could do very well when I applied myself, but I still failed many classes. There were times when I needed to get away from the bad situations, and I ended up in foster care. I was shipped from home to home until I landed at St. Peter's Orphanage at the age of 14. On July 25th, 1998, the day I turned 18, I struck out to make a life for myself. I rode a recumbent bicycle from my home state of NJ, to sunny Florida. Local papers would do stories on me as I passed through their town. Many people I met helped me with a place to stay or a meal. I spent a year or two living in Florida, meeting some friends that influenced my life greatly. Without these people in my life, I'd probably be a fat, virgin, asshole telemarketer, sitting at home and contemplating suicide each evening while eating leftover macaroni and watching reruns on the TV. My new friends and I planned to bus our way to the big city of LA, to make ourselves into stars. I was able to get into a few movies and television shows, including According to Jim, Judging Amy, Tomcats, and others. Craft Service is better than you think. It was fun, but LA is a vile town. I watched my friends' souls get consumed by the city, falling to drugs or the glamor, and decided to high tail it out of there with my dignity intact. I headed out to the 101 and stuck my thumb out, making it to Washington in early 2001. I've lived here ever since, though I do believe it's about time to go exploring again.
Currently, I live in downtown Seattle. I have a few close friends that I love dearly. Having good friends that support me through thick and thin is what makes my life bearable. Friends are the family you were meant to have.
Animals can be great companions too. I have a few pets, two cats, a boa constrictor, and a tarantula. Amazingly, they all get along. My cat Romeo is a black shorthair domestic, and about the most affectionate cat you'll ever meet. I rescued him from an alley when he was about 7 years old. He's over 14 now, and still in fairly good health for his age. Mischka is a Siamese, still just a kitten. I rescued her a few years back from a couple who were living on the street. I love Mishka, though she has a few mental issues. Carmelita, or just Karma for short, is my boa. She's over 6 feet in length, has a good disposition, and a healthy appetite. Lucille is my tarantula, a Mexican Rosehair. She loves being handled. If you're afraid of spiders, think of her as a hamster with a few extra limbs. There, does that help?
I have some interesting ideas on religion and politics, maybe that's why I moved to the Northwest. I heard people in Seattle were free thinkers, though sometimes I think the pendulum has swung so far to the left, it comes swinging back from the right. If behavior isn't being controlled because the bible says it's bad, it's being controlled to protect society from itself.
I don't believe in a god, per se. I was raised Catholic, went through many religions, saw faults in all of them, and came to the conclusion that organized religion was a panacea for the populace, invented through stories to help primitive peoples cope with their impending mortality. Personally, I believe the world is run by and almost infinite number of intricate invisible laws, sort of a cosmic cascade of dominoes. If a god exists, it's certainly not what any organized religion believes it is, probably more of an impersonal mathematical equation floating in the sky. I'm certain whatever it is, it doesn't want to be begged and pleaded with, pandered to, and attributed with all the pain and suffering we humans create. I don't think it's even listening, it just does what it does with no awareness of the little pink monkeys below. So instead of wasting my life trying to please an imaginary deity that strikes christians and non-christians with equal ferocity, I choose to have faith in myself, and make as much as I can out of this life I have.
Politically, it's hard to categorize myself, though I'd consider myself a moderate Democrat, with a twist of Libertarian. I'm somewhat progressive, but sensible in the right places. People can't always have it their way, and I don't mind being politically flexible. I voted for the fucking moron in 2000, and the pushover in 2004. I finally voted for the right man in 2008, and am proud of it.
I hate bullshit. Don't give it to me. I have an aversion to stuck up people, I hate liars, and especially manipulative people. With me, what you see is what you get. I might be a little eccentric at times, but I tell it the way I see it. I have no sense of shame. My mouth will sometimes get me in trouble, I spout off random truths with no sense of the consequences, but if you don't take what I say personally, you'll probably get a kick out of me.
I love all kinds of media. Movies, music, video games, reading. I collect movies. Right now, my collection stands at about 2,000 DVDs. I enjoy watching and discussing them. If you like movies, you should message me.
Music wise, I'll listen to just about anything except country and gangster rap. I'm okay with old school rap, house, and good hip-hop, as long as it's done well. I'm especially fond of Industrial, Gothic, Electronic, Psy Trance, or any oddball, eclectic music.
I am a bit of an addict when it comes to video games, especially MMORPGs. I lead an alliance of a few hundred people in ..Guild Wars... I know it's not the healthiest addiction in the world, but I've met good friends from all over the world playing that game.
I'd like to think I have a sense of style. I mostly wear black. Dressing up or dressing down, I'll wear it as long as it's comfortable. I'm not a fan of labels. I detest chain goth clothing stores, they're the fast food of fashion.
Food is great... I like Italian food, but I've been known to eat anything. I always ate my veggies as a child. Seafood can be good, if prepared correctly, but usually I find it to be rubbery and bland. Spices are fine, in moderation, just not to the point that it feels as if I've been pepper sprayed in the mouth by the LAPD. I have a weakness for white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies. If you ever want to get me to do something for you, bribe me with some of those. They're fucking delicious.
I make high quality, dental grade vampire fangs. If you'd like a pair, ask me. I also like makeup and special effects. I'm a man of a thousand faces. I'm a fan of dressing up like my favorite musicians for Halloween. Just see my pics.
There was a time that I built custom computers. I'm sure if you paid me enough, you could talk me into building one for you.
I like to play with fire. I used to spin and breathe fire, not professionally, but for fun. I've thought of joining a fire troupe to train with professionals, unfortunately a lot of the fire troupes in WA are flaming fuckups.
I'm always in the mood for adventure. I'm daring, impulsive, and I like to have a good time. Not always a good mix, I'm recovering from a broken heel, and three years ago, spent some time recovering from a broken femur. Each time I've broken something, it was by doing something outlandish. I'd like to think I've learned my lesson by now, only time will tell.
I am a pack rat. I save things to give to other people. I see use in the smallest thing, and can't seem to get rid of anything, for fear of it having a use sometime in the future. Look, an old lamp by the side of the road!
I'm learning to be social again. I'm usually an outgoing person, but I guard my inner sanctum well. I'll talk to total strangers about random things, but I can never seem to make conversation in situations when it's necessary. I have a lifetime of bad, bad programming to undo. My father always taught me to be the "lone wolf", to never rely on other people. He felt that other people could not be depended on, and the only way to get through life was to do everything yourself. Obviously, because of this, I never made many friends in school. My erratic behavior and inability to socialize attracted the attention of the school counselor. Things took an interesting turn after that. I decided to leave my father, which landed me in foster care. The foster system in NJ wasn't the best, but it was still far better than living in fear of an unpredictable and unstable father. For over a decade, I avoided my father, only recently contacting him again. Sometimes he chooses to remember what happened, and he'll apologize for the things he did, other times he chooses to forget, and blames all his ills on some omnipotent shadow government that kidnaps children from parents, with the intention to tear apart families and bring down civilization. Good or bad, my childhood was still a part of what made me today. So now I try to lead a more balanced life, I live on the edge of eccentricity without being utterly insane. I balance book smarts with life experiences. I try to make friends wherever I go, while giving myself the space I need until I become accustomed with people. I may have trouble talking to you at first, it's not that I don't like you, I just need some time to get comfortable.
..UPDATE 2010.. I moved to Chicago in early 2009, spent a good amount of time finding myself, and planning my next stint. I sold all my possessions and transferred ownership of my cats to someone trusted. I spent the first few months couch surfing and living off savings. I taught myself to walk for the third time in my life. I began work at a pet store in Wrigleyville, and began renting a good apartment on the Northside. I adopted a baby Savannah Monitor and named him Spot.
My best friend committed suicide, and I don't know how to deal with it. I came back to Seattle when I heard the news, but things worse than I remembered. I left because I wanted to get away from the petty squabbling and childish drama of Seattle. I guess the same drama exists everywhere, but is more concentrated in Seattle. When I came back, I was dealing with the death of my only true friend, but at the same time, dealing with the relationship woes of three other friends, and dealing with a friend who is in denial about his crack habit. One person lusts after another, people lying to each other, people doing things that would certainly cause pain in the future. Instead of participating in a recreation of General Hospital, I chose to live in a box. Currently I am recovering from depression, surfing on couches, and looking for employment in Seattle. Someday, I will continue my journey. For now I am surviving.
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Who I'd like to meet:

Selectively accepting friend applications from like minded individuals, male or female.


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Details

  • Status: Swinger
  • Here for: Networking, Dating, Friends
  • Hometown: Everywhere you've never been.
  • Orientation: Straight
  • Body type: 5' 11" / Average
  • Ethnicity: White / Caucasian
  • Religion: Atheist
  • Zodiac Sign: Leo
  • Smoke / Drink: Yes / Yes
  • Education: High school
  • Occupation: Security
  • Income: $30,000 to $45,000

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