Rob Morrow

My name is Rob Morrow. I am a Central Illinois native, a proud omnivore, a software developer by day and when the sun goes down I morph into a musical ninja. I am skeptical of religion, the government, and most news reporting agencies; they make me feel funny in weird places. I drink copious quantities of coffee and green tea; neither is particularly enlightening. I’m generous in sharing the covers and I always give one last kiss before I leave. I heart the solitude of peace and quiet, yet my figurative claddagh ring is blissfully turned inward. I have no reflection as a result of a bizarre bedroom encounter. I believe the answer to life, happiness and the universe is 42. My name, translated literally, means “bright fame,” which I find to be ridiculously scandalous. I have a perpetual fever that doctors have prescribed large doses of cowbell in hopes of curing; it’s working. I am diagnosed as having Attention Deficit Disorder and as such my brain is constantly underworked and overpaid. Additionally, because of my lazy brain I occasionally don’t finish a sente… I dislike seafood and enjoy most vegetables. I had a ceramic guard dog named Spenis, who has been tragically replaced with a magical cat named Vera. I am in love with this cat but admit she was more than likely a callgirl in a previous incarnation. For more head to my e-home away from home: Rob-Morrow.Com