My name is Josh. I’m in my late twenty’s and I live in New York state, somewhere near the border of Pennsylvania. My family is crazy, basically. I’m a writer and a reader. I sometimes write reviews of the books I read. If you want me to review your book, see my review policy page before you send me things.
Here are some previous posts from I Run From Bears that will help you get to know me better:
- This is where I live.
- I have pets.
- Here are some pictures of me. There are more. More.
- I’ve discovered that funnel cake is amazing.
- This is where “I Run From Bears” came from.
- Apparently this is why people should date me.
- This is my family. They are crazy.
- I like to take pictures with books. There are more.
- My niece is adorable. Really. Seriously. Ugh. Dude.
Previous Versions
2010
I’ve never ridden a roller coaster. I have no desire to speed through the air on a tiny track, a harness that barely protects me, all for a picture that makes me look like I’ve been hit by a truck. Better yet, that one guy from the Dick Tracy Nintendo game, Flat Face. I hate cats but I have a kitten. She drives me crazy and I often wonder if the fact that she’s crazy makes people think that I am crazy too: pets resemble their owners. I don’t have stripes. I hope I don’t grow to resent her when she becomes an adult cat. I could be joking about hating cats. I actually just hate cleaning the litter box. I am mildly obsessed with infomercials. If I could afford it, I would buy every product for every infomercial I’ve seen. I would then like to review these products and compare the results with those seen on the infomercials. Susan Lucci, you’re a fucking liar. My face does not look “more youthful.” I grew up in a house that had candles that were only for decoration; we were not allowed to light them. My father was too afraid that we would set the house on fire. He was probably right, we would have. I was 12 years old when I first noticed that I could get “turned on.” I am ashamed to say that this realization came while reading a James Patterson novel. I still cry out of shame. I am lazy but I have OCD. These two things do not play well together. Lazy is the angel, OCD is the devil. I don’t like cleaning the bathroom so my roommate and I tag-team it. He cleans everything except the toilet; I clean the toilet. I don’t have cable.
