The Angry Young Man

Stolen from CV Rick because I'm unoriginal.

Part the First - about me.
1. Name: Chris. Short for Christian, not Christopher, though lots of people call me Christopher despite the fact that I correct them repeatedly. Hated the name as a kid as was constantly teased with "Christian, are you Jewish?" while growing up. This question had a direct impact on the way my brain works and my ultimate world view. I have two middle names, both family names. My social security card has two lines because my name is so long. Nicknames have been Chris, Big Daddy, Kidjones, Bowling Shoes, Hitler, and my personal favorite, Mr. Hip Fuck.

2. Birthday: 1977, AD. I'm a Pisces. You can tell by my moody nature and deep, artistic soul or something like that.

3. Where do you live: San Francisco, a city with which I'm becoming ever more disenchanted. I've lived in SF three different times since I was a teenager and combined, I've spent more of my life here than any other place I've ever lived - which is like everywhere. I've lived a very peripatetic life.

4. Right or Left handed: Right handed, though can write with my left if need to.

5. Favorite color: Blue. I relate to blue.

6. Favorite sport: Rugby, though I've been developing an interest in Aussie rules football lately. Maybe the interest is more in the players...

7. Biggest Fear: Uh, being sacked from my job and not succeeding in my career. I'm a classic Type A personality. Surprisingly enough, I have perfect blood pressure. My dentist just commented on this last week. She was very pleased.

Look! My Bloginality is INTJ!!! So's my Meyers-Briggs. I rule.

8. Status: Alive.

9. Do you have a crush on someone? No, alas. Right now I am crush free.

Part the Second - The Last Time You Had A . . .

1. Cigarette: About an hour ago, with coffee. Best breakfast ever. Time for another one. Great idea.

2. Beverage: Like I said, coffee. Van der Fah Fah and I sat down and drank two pots while discussing issues of great import like whether the Russians were better off under the Tsars or the Commies, how the holocaust helped destroy modernity, and how we disagree on the import of generational identity and its role in socio-economic development and history. I'm a proponent of Strauss and Howe's theories on generational cycles. As a sociologist, their theories appeal to my tendency to rely upon statistically supported archetypes and sweeping generalizations. I think Generation NPJ is going to completely change American culture in a way that Boomers will find immensely upsetting and disorienting. I look forward to watching their collective confusion and dismay as they teeter on the brink of extinction, fucking ass stupid old hippie fucks! Destroy all Boomers. My motto.

3. Kiss: Hrmmm....I kissed a boy the week before New Years. We exchanged numbers, played phone tag, but never managed to hook up. Pity.

4. Hug: Last week in LA. Hugged pals Shawn and Cristiani.

5. Movie seen: Persepolis. See below.

6. CD played: At work yesterday listened to Falling Out by Peter Bjorn and John. You thought I was joking when I told you they're my current favorite band, eh?

7. Song listened to: Girls in their Summer Clothes by Bruce Springsteen. I've never been a Springsteen fan, but this is a remarkable song from a great album. It's like a Springsteen cover of Bangles song that never was and was never meant to be. The spectre of the 80's is haunting us, mang! Here, have a listen -

OH! You know what gadawful song has been stuck in my head all week? Last week I made the mistake of watching "Music and Lyrics" on the HBO in my hotel room. That "Way Back Into Love" song infected my brain like a virus from deepest, darkest space. Here, share my pain -

Ugh! Get it out!!! Get it OUT!!!

8. Bubble bath: Never. Bubble baths are the height of bourgeois decadence and have no place among my revolutionary ideals. There will be no bubble baths at the revolution, mang!

9. Time you cried: Uh, after a Castro bar crawl with Van der Start Up like last October or sometime, when he was screaming at me in the streets because I made him walk the whole mile home. Wuss. We went to Magnolia Pub and I had a drunken mini existential meltdown. Not pretty. I only cry like once every three years or something. That's because I'm tough, surly, and have no emotions left.

Part the Third - Have-You-Ever's:

1. Dated one of your best friends or wanted to? No. Yes. Painful. Bad, bad, bad...

2. Skinny dipped: Sure. Back before I became the Berlin Wall I am now I used to walk around nekkid on the beach all the time. Why not?

3. Kissed somebody and regretted it: Duh. Of course.

4. Liked someone you knew you couldn't have: All the time.

5. Been overseas: Sure, lived in the UK twice and in Spain. Have traveled all over Europe, some of the Middle East, north Africa. Hoping to finally go to South America this year. I've set aside the last three weeks of December to hit Brazil, Uruguay, and Argentina. We'll see...

6. Dressed in costume: Like for Halloween? No. Halloween is a tool of the devil used to trick the righteous away from the one true path that leads to eternal salvation following the return in glory of our Lard and Saver, Jesus H. Christ.

7. Been drunk: No, I've never been drunk. Duh. This meme was written for 12 year old girls who hang out at the mall.

8. Run away: Yes, all the time as a kid. I hated my parents and constantly fled in the night. The first time I ran away, I was 4 years old. My neighbor found me and beat my arse. He could do that back then. It was the 70's.

Part the Fourth - Two Things That You Want To Be When You Grow Up:
1. A man.
2. That's all. A man.

OK, being a brutal dictator would be kinda cool too...