Yeah. I tend to keep my board crushes quiet though, because they come and they go. And then I find out they’re either:
a) not a guy when I thought they were
b) many, many miles away or
c) not interested in women.
So I just let myself have my little board crushes and then work on dating IRL.
Well, um, he knows, and has, as far as I know, no major objections to my crush. I am now, however, wishing for deleting ability, having posted before I thought it over. I was feeling impetuous and full of sugar.
Lsura, you are wise. Dating IRL where I am has been quite the misadventure though, and I am taking a break from it.
Hi, MagicEyes!
Yup. That work thing really dilutes the old creativity.
Check, animals are okay, I pretty much ignore TV, check… where would life be without cartoon bizarrity? Life needs more sound effects, and I have to restrain myself from providing them sometimes. Especially at work.
Dunno a lot about cooking… I’m the world’s third-pickiest eater, but I’m willing to learn.
Check, check, check, check, check… uh, waitaminnit, …check. Music is a definite. :: nods ::
Hey, the only thing that’s happen if our domiciles met is that your weird things all over the house would meet my weird things all over the house, like the Legos and the cartoons and the wire sculpture and the paintings… 
Haha… this is like online dating, without the fees…
I’m 24 male, straight.
Just came off a 4-year relationship, so I’m not really looking now. But I figure, maybe in the future, a hot young female Doper will read this, so, yeah, email me.
Programmer, geek, nerd, Star Wars, D&D, boardgames, computer games, you get the idea. Movies. DVDs are my life, but I do go to the cinemas regularly.
I’m a pretty upbeat person. Among strangers, quiet, shy. Among my friends, loud, boisterous, arrogant. 
I’m usually calm and relaxed. Some might mistake this for lazy, but don’t be fooled. I’m just resting my eyes during work hours.
Beer or liquor. None of that wine crap.
I’m pretty much white T-shirt and jeans. A trait I picked up from Gabriel Knight.
Oh, and I love Frungy. King of Sports.
I doubt most girls will understand all the references I’ve made, but if you do, I want you to have my kids.
Mmmm…the picky eater thing might be a little bit of a problem, because I like to cook weird and experimental things sometimes. But the really important question is, do you like Krispy Kremes?
So, you sit around your house and do cartoon-y sound effects? Cool! 
What’s the weirdest thing you own?
Oh, well that’s okay then, you’re cool. Especially since you know about the scenery.
I do the rescuing of dogs from doggie death row, my dogs are too lazy for search & rescue, and I am too incompetent. We do therapy work though, because they mostly get to sit for that.
I’m live-and-let-live picky.
Nooooo… not the alien interlopers from the south! Tim Hortons is the One True Donut.
And then I draw them, yes. The kids–my friends’ kids–like them too.
Well, the second-weirdest book I own is the Abrams Artboook edition of the Codex Seraphinianus. I’m still trying to decide what the first-weirdest book is.
I don’t have IM right now either, so that’s okay. I’m don’t email access on this pc, but as soon as I do, I’ll be giving you a shout
That really sucks–sorry! People can be cruel to the people they supposedly love. I hope your next relationship is much better. Being broken-hearted is not much fun (been there, done that, don’t want to do it again).
Sock monkeys?
SOCK MONKEYS?!
double swoon
Hrm… How do I impress this obvious ghoddess…?
ponder, ponder ponder
Hmmm…we have a little difference of opinion there. Okay, I’ve never had a Tim Horton’s donut, but I don’t think they could possibly be better than Krispy Kremes! Do you get to watch them make the donuts at Tim Horton’s? And do they have a “Hot” sign to tell you when the donuts are fresh and hot, and eating them is like injecting hot sugar right into your veins?
Very cool!
Cooool! Let me know when you figure out the first-weirdest! Now I have to look around and figure out what my weirdest thing is. Maybe it’s my one-eyed hedgehog. Or possibly my “Pitland Magnetic Joyful Ornament.” Or maybe it’s the butt-gnomes (I’m so special, I have two butt-gnomes!)
I’ve only owned standard transmissions; except for my Cherokee, which is an automatic. I like the Jeep, but I’m never going to get another car with automatic transmission! I like stick too much. I can read upside-down, and I can write with both hands, and I can fly a helicopter. I wish I could catch the ‘Improbable’ episode of The X-Files. I ‘cook’ more than I bake, but if I follow the directions on the back of a Nestle’s Semi-Sweet Morsels bag I can make good chocolate chip cookies.
No, I don’t taunt vegetarians.
Yeah, a '66 MGB. I called the body guy today and asked him if he’s painted it yet. ‘Well… no. I should be done in two weeks!’ :rolleyes: I’ll believe it when I see it. :dubious: (And after he’s done with the body, it still needs upholstery, engine, transmission, electrical…)
Very impressive! I can only write with one hand. And I can’t fly a helicopter. I can barely fly a kite.
Which episode was “Improbable?” I’ve probably seen it, but I don’t know the names of any of the episodes. I have very cool friends who have an X-Files pinball game–if they ever sell it, I want to be first in line!
Bake me some good chocolate chip cookies, and I’ll follow you anywhere! 
Nice!
You should see my camera collection!
It’s the one with Burt Reynolds. I liked the music so much, I bought the CD! (Songs for Cabriolets and Otros Tipos de Vehiculos by Karl Zero.)
Really? I tried that with the director of a short film I worked on, and it didn’t work. She really liked the cookies though.
Are you a sock monkey purist? These are non-traditional sock monkeys–floral patterns, stripes, anything goes! I want to dress them up, and I think Groovy Girls clothes would fit perfectly, but I can’t afford to buy frivolous things like sock-monkey clothes right now. So my sock monkeys will remain naked, except for little straw hats. Next time I have a sock-monkey-making party, I’ll let you know!
I want to make a socktopus.
Calling me a ghoddess is a good way to impress me! I’ve only been called a goddess once in my life, and I really liked it!
::: groan :::
I probably shouldn’t give this a shot, but what else can I lose except my dignity and reputation here?
Here goes Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride…
If you’re male, anywhere past 21 on and like to behave like a little kid, please look to me as a possible soulmate. My insides will forever match my childlike appearance. Long hair is a plus, but not required. Money means zilch to me, but instead all that "just if we’re together, we have everything " tripe. Oh, and due to the nature of my last failed relationship/heartbreak, I dunno if I could date another hunter or staunch republican. But I’m flexible. Good sense of humor, intelligent, compassionate and hopefully likes seafood. No one who seems to have an alummed lemon up there ass should apply. Or psycho exes.
I suppose that’s all that’ll be needed for anyone not to slog through all this to read this far. As usual, sorry for rambling.
That said, Zebra and Bippy sound interesting. Unfortunately, I’d probably be too old for JoeSki. Now all the popular kids can go back to hooking up.
My email’s in my profile.
P.S. I wanna go to the ballet and play lazer tag. I could even see doing that at the same time.
:: puzzled look ::
Hot? Why would donuts be hot? How un-Canadian!
One-eye hedgehog? Pitland Magnetic Joyful Ornament? Butt-gnomes? Hah! Can’t be any stranger than my pre-recorded minidisc collection. Or the plasticine sculptures. Or the DVD of Leslie Stevens’ Incubus, the movie that proves that William Shatner can’t act in Esperanto either. And I speak fluent Esperanto too, so I can hear all the mistakes. (sob)
And did I mention the on-again, off-again plans to build an HDTV display out of spinning cut-glass crystal and hand-glued electronics? All I need is the tricolour lasers and a way to analoguely modulate them[sub]and a course in glassworking[/sub]… but I know it would work.
PS: I haven’t done it in years, but I used to make a decent chocolate cake…
Wait, I can’t tell if that’s flirtatious or politely letting me know you’re not interested. Damn lack of inflection and body language. But I’ll take the to mean flirtatious.
That said, I’m not usually the one in danger. I have been known to corrupt innocent Irish boys. :eek: But I’m rather ill-equipped at the moment since my last SO broke my wristcuffs and I still haven’t gotten them fixed. 