I am a gentalman of leisure, who's hobbies include collecting soap stone carvings of garfield, juggling live infants and kittens, and eating whatever animal is highest on the endagered list. I allso love to play 3d chess with my teeth.
music movies and books , but oddly not the people associated with said activities. most movie geeks/ music snobs/ heavy readers make me want to stuff their hands in a blender all goonies style.oh ya and booze.
bipedal mammals mostly, as my conversations with dogs, spiders , and bottle nosed dolphins tend to go no where.
I could sit here trying to name drop as many obscure bands as possible, trying my hardest to seem cooler than you for knowing about some asshole's failed garage band, but whats the fucking point. It goes like this, I listen to any thing gets me going and reminds me I'm alive , or makes me want to eat a bullet ( alternating ). lately, I have been listening to a lot of music ending in the word "billy" and any thing that makes me feel like I have a pint glass in my hand.
I have seen more movies than any human has a right to. its like that william gibson novel with the cult that believe that god talks to them through their tv's, so all they do is watch old movies looking for the rapture. that was my formulative years. so name one and their is a fair chance I have seen at least part of it.its kinda disturbing.
cartoons and the history channel. the rest of it hurts my head , like that time I got hit with a lead pipe.
I like history a whole lot, it reminds me that EVERYWHERE is fucked up not just the city you live in. funny thing is with all the reading I do, its hasn't improved my grasp of proper spelling or grammer.
my cats, I wish my daily agenda was 1)eat 2)sleep 3)poop 4)sleep 5)sleep 6)sleep 7) spend 5 hours licking own anus 8) break something.