What’s wrong with that Finucane boy?

Writing about myself is weird and awkward. If i do it matter of factually: My name is Richard Finucane I am a 37 year old male living in Northwest Indiana, it sounds too much like a personal add, ewww, creepy. I could go third person: Through his work with Federal Express, Richard has gained massive parallel networking skills to go along with his ability to rapidly analyze, adjust and execute in a fluid work environment, but it sounds like like a press release that someone in my position as a courier should not command.

I suppose I could offer up that I am someone who enjoys communication, in all it’s forms, and that I enjoy exploring the technologies that allow us to do so. I also try to keep in check a near paralyzing sense of cynicism that I apply nearly to everything in my word view which sinks me further and further in to metaphysical despair, but then that just sounds like something no one should share with anyone….anytime.

I am a loving husband and father of two (one boy, and one dog who thinks he is.) I favor the Chicago White Sox, love pizza, nice pajamas, and The Flaming Lips. Once, after a mountain biking accident, I battled the elements and escaped the clutches of Kananaskis Country with a concussion, separated and dislocated shoulder and hairline fracture of my neck.While all of this is true, I hope most of all you see I don’t take myself TOO seriously, but I do take ideas seriously.