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I was born, I grew up...sorta. I mean...I aged. But "grow up" really tries to encompass a lot of things that probably don't apply. I mean, they apply sometimes, but definitely not all the time. I mean, what grown ups... well, nevermind that. Back to the bio. So, I aged a little in California (San Joaquin Valley represent! yeah not really). Then I aged a little more in Vermont (cold fuckin' winter), and then I aged a little more in California (San Joaq- wait I said that already). Then Washington. I guess, since I'm constantly aging, I'll have to keep updating this. Great. Maybe I should stop aging... Anyone know how to do that?
Okay..so, I went to school, probably like most everybody else. And... I dunno what else I'm supposed to say. It's not like I've got some great story about my life. I mean, I have stories, sure, but even one would take up too much space for a mini-bio, and their probably not appropriate for this format anyway. You know...stories are so much better when heard in person. You get things like tone and facial expresssions and sound effects. Text is just simple black on white. Very difficult to properly convey emotion, I think. My fellow geeks might burn me at the stake for suggesting that pure text is a fallible medium for communication, but I'm almost completely in the business of not giving a damn what you think. That's right, YOU. You reading this. Not that person behind your shoulder. Wait, yeah..them too. HA!
So...mini-bio...I figure there's gotta be a maximum in here somewhere, and I'm gonna find it. Very little of value is going to be said now (not that what was said before was of much value [or what I usually say (type) is of value]). It would really suck if they waited until I hit the Update or whatever button to tell me it's too long. But if I tested it, that would ruin the fun, wouldn't it?
Okay, well I guess I could fill this up with more boring information about me. At the time of this writing, typing...whatever... I am still me. Not anyone else. Unlike the rest of you, I am not unique. (yeah..think about that one) I think Family Guy is one of the funniest shows ever made. This is partly due to the fact that the network picked it up, dropped it, picked it up again, and dropped it again. Did they think it was going to change? Kudos to all involved in its creation...excluding those involved that made attempts to halt it's creation. So I guess I mean kudos to all those who positively contributed to its creation.
I like music, which you probably might not gather if you read my live journal. I also feel like a tool when I admit I have a live journal. I have't quite gotten past my existing prejudices (prejudi) about those that use it. I suppose it all depends on how it's used, and I hope that the way in which I use it is not a way that makes me a tool. Not that I care what YOU think, this is my own personal feelings about my own personal self. I think that's valid to not want to consider yourself a tool. I mean, someone's opinion must count...and that should probably be mine. When it comes to the subject of me, at least.
So music...yeah. I listen to stuff your parents probably listened to.
So...airplanes are cool, eh? I mean, they fly and stuff. War is unfortunate, but warplanes are, without a doubt, the coolest planes in existence. Speed and maneuverability are part of their allure, but the blowing shit up factor is definitely the biggest factor contributing to coolness. And, keep this in mind, you don't have to be at war to blow shit up. And people don't have to die to blow shit up. So warplanes are not inherently bad. It's all in how the thing is used. Like money. And live journal.
I can't belive they haven't cut me off.. I think I could write a damn book here and they wouldn't care.
So, video games are cool too. I don't play as much as I used to, and I'm pretty much only a PC Gamer, since I can't afford to buy every friggin' system that comes out. I'm very dissapointed with the video game industry for several reasons. If you're bored enough to read through this, you're very likely bored enough to read through my journal, so I'm sure you can find an entry on this particular topic at some point. Stay tuned...or look through the archive, depending on what time you exist in. Sadly, this can only exist in the past. Wow...that's like, communicating with the future! Deep. Okay, not really. But still...kinda cool if you think about it in a certain way. Shame the future can't talk back. I guess that'd be something.
I can't believe this, but I think live journal's going to beat me.
So, my friends and I (California friends, that is) make movies. I might throw the website up there someday...but I need to make sure it doesn't contain anything...incriminating. I should probably do that anyway, since I think we show up under several search engine searches. Whoops.
I cannot act. I cannot sing. I cannot play drums. See? I sorta did the bio thing, I think now I'll do the anti-bio, which could be many things. But I'm going to interpret the anti-bio to mean the bio of my anti-self, or not-self. Now, my not-self was a pirate. But I wrote that like twenty minutes before class started, so I'll probably have to think of a better one if I'm going to do a whole anti-bio on him. Although, that wouldn't be his anti-bio, that would be his bio.. This bio would be his anti-bio. Weird.
We stay here, we die. We go back, we die. We die, we die. We drink, we drink, we drink and we die.
Fine. You win live journal. I surrender. Take your seemingly infinite capacity for text and let me be done with you.
Now I'm pissed... I had a big long thing in the Interests section and it got rid of it because I didn't have commas after every word. Bastards. Fine. I guess I'll have to play ball and be honest (mostly) on this one.

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