|Profile for MOONEYTOSTLE||Click here to make or adjust profile|
|Height: 5'11||Weight: 175 lbs.||Alumni Status: Morrissey Manor '06|
|Location: NYC||Favorite Baseball Team: The Atlanta Braves National League Baseball Club|
|Natural Enemies: Ohio State Clowns|
|Athletic Ability:||golf / volleyball / baseball in High School
|Sartorial Style:||sort of a Mark-Paul Gosselaar: post Dead Man on Campus / pre NYPD Blue thing|
|Favorite Beverage and Consumption Freq:||Hendricks & Tonic
|Political Philosophy:||economically conservative, socially moderate, Lovitz or leavitz|
|Musical Favorites:||Jimmy Eat World, Third Eye Blind, Jack's Mannequin, Counting Crows, Copeland, Stephen Kellogg & the Sixers, U2, Eve 6, James Taylor, ...|
|Favorite Quote from an ND Coach:||"If you've never been to Notre Dame, then I can't really find the words to describe it. If you have been, then I don't need to." - Lou Holtz|
|Miscellaneous Data:||I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Braves, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat 400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, I have spoken with Elvis, and I love the University of Notre Dame.