Dogwater Soup

Single, white, male, caffeine addicted bi-ped for rent. More fun than an epileptic in a minefield and usually resembles one.

I stay up late and sleep even later, (when I can sleep). I am always working on creative projects, art, photography, web stuff, miscellaneous ramblings with a pen. I’m a web designer for food and a photographer at heart who loves playing drums. I love movies, music, art, media, design, photography, muscle cars, time with friends, playing poker, a good coffee and sleeping in. One day I will write a movie screenplay.

I wish I was as cool as Steve McQueen but I’m not. I’ve played drums in many a rock and roll band, Zuckerbaby, Uchu, Faces of Eve, Pedwell and many others over the years. I got my first tattoo 2 years ago that spans my upper right arm and shoulder, I want more now! I have a twisted sarcastic sense of humor. I’ve had one of my photos used on a Jones Soda label. I have done the quarter mile in under 12 seconds. I like plants and have one that I have affectionately named “robert”. I put pepper on almost everything.

I have one brother and one sister, both younger than me. My parents are both in “a better place”. I am an uncle but not a father. I have very few but incredible friends. I like to travel and go to movies alone sometimes. I need to go to the gym for my skin is like putty. I like Craisins. I think most corporate music sucks. I hate politicians, especially George Bush, Gordon Cambell and Stephen Harper. Beer is good, Jim Beam is good, coffee is good, water from my fishtank, not so good. I listen to music (Radiohead, Pink Floyd, Godspeed You Black Emperor) to go to sleep. I can be found under the heading “waynerd” on Myspace, Flickr, Facebook and etc as I seem to have no life. I envy the Tibetan monks who have the meaning of life nailed down. I appreciate good Programmers, Baristas, Plumbers, Mechanics and Exotic Dancers. I hate most TV, except CSI, Law & Order, The Family Guy and Six Feet Under and now Dexter.

I am just another fucked up human with fucked up human conditions. Enough about me, … who the hell are you?