- One of your scars, how did you get it?
I have a 1″ scar on my right eyebrow. A friend and I were attacked by a couple drunks while we were out for a walk. It bled so much that a group of twenty people all stopped talking to stare as a cop and I looked for them.
- What is on the walls in your room?
Posters, a large wall mural/hanging thing, and a Japanese woodblock print I found in a snowbank and framed.
- Do you snore, grind your teeth, or talk in your sleep?
Yes. All of them.
- What type of music do you listen to?
I’ve all but given up trying to find any current music that doesn’t suck. The music industry can get fucked in the eye with a crowbar.
- Do you know what time you were born?
No. Should I?
- What do you want more than anything right now?
Meaning and direction.
- What do you miss?
Pedestrians, while driving.
Category: bastardry
I’m an Internet Bastard.
I frequent Digg.com on a daily basis, and spend far too much time commenting on posts. I’m usually all the things you’ve come to expect–insightful, witty, and intelligent. It’s even somehow clearly obvious from my blindingly brilliant posts that I’m exceptionally handsome. [See picture for details on this.]
However, sometimes it’s more fun to be an absolute bastard. Case in point, this. I’m squeaker. I think you can hazard a guess who mikekol is.