David Bowie
music
darkroom chemicals
purple things
furry things
glittery things
shiny!
pirates
zombies
zobmies
zmobies
lime shrimp ramen
being distracted
silliness
inside jokes
monkeys
non-human primates in general
sushi
aloo naan
larb gai
gin
iced earl grey tea
bagels
salmon in any form
travel
languages
artistic/musical people
sarcasm
drunken concert-going
making a fool of myself in public
contradictions. I like those.
things.
stuff.
things and stuff.
I'd like to meet:
I'd also very much like to meet Jeff Mangum, but only if he's wearing his precious holiday sweater.
ADDENDUM (sadly, this is proving necessary):
ATTENTION PROSPECTIVE FRIENDS
Do not add me if:
1. We have nothing in common and you're just some guy who's all "duuude giiiirrrrlllls" thinking you're going to get laid via myspace. You're pathetic and I won't accept your request. I will also show your profile to all my friends and we will laugh at your lame ass.
2. You are a band or artist who sounds nothing like any of the bands I have listed as music I like. I don't like country. I don't like metal, especially the Nu variety of complete shite. I don't like bland cookie-cutter brewery bands whose main audience is composed of drunken fratboys. I don't like screamy bands unless I know the members. I don't like rap or r&b or hip hop unless you are Sage Francis. I don't like cheesy Italian ballad singers. Vasco Rossi is a cunt and so are you. For the love of god don't add me just because you're in Rome. Most bands in Rome blow goats and you are probably one of them. If your list of influences looks a lot like my list of bands, then adding me might be a good idea. Otherwise, go find someone else because I probably hate you.
3. People who went to high school with me or my sister, but with whom I otherwise have absolutely fuck-all in common. If we weren't friends then, and you haven't changed much aside from having added a few pounds or a few children, we're not going to be friends now. Send me a message, if you want, and if you don't make me want to vomit we might be able to play catch up and all that happy horseshit. Otherwise, keep it moving and get the fuck over high school. It was a long time ago and I like it that way.
(note: if you fear you may fall under this category,or either of the previous two, but I DID add you, you are ok and don't need to go jumping off any bridges or anything. Also, sending me a message is the surest way to convince me you deserve to be an exception...or that you don't, of course, depending on how much of a douchebag you are.)
Thanks,
The Management
Music:
Something I can dance to, live, preferably with a beer in my hand.
Barring that:
Bowie
T.Rex
The Smiths
Pavement/Malkmus
Velvet Underground (with or without Nico)
Blonde Redhead
Architecture in Helsinki
Pulp
The Pixies
Shiina Ringo
The Unicorns
Dresden Dolls
Rilo Kiley
Tegan and Sara
Bauhaus
Siouxsie
The Cure
Depeche Mode
New Order
Joy Division
Belle & Sebastian
The Jesus and Mary Chain
Clap Your Hands
The Clash
The Who
France Gall
Mean Machine
Jeff Mangum/Neutral Milk Hotel
Of Montreal
Anything E6
The Shins
Also of small-scale (for now) noteworthy loveliness:
PNW Bands:
ParisSpleen
Please Give Blood
The Elephants (R.I.P.?)
The Girls (zombies!)
The Drug Purse
Umber Sleeping
Come Down Heaven
Friskey
Mono In VCF
(I know I'm missing a few, guys. It's been awhile.)
Rome:
Embassy
POST_MODERN
(please oh please I need more to add to this list)
Movies:
Anything with Christopher Walken or John Cusack.
Tomas Milian as Nico Giraldi.
The Labyrinth
The Princess Bride
All the Monty Python films
SNAKES ON A PLANE (you think I am joking but I am so very seriously right now)
The Elephant Man
Party Monster
Velvet Goldmine
Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Bend It Like Beckham (kiss my ass)
Television:
Italian tv blows. Hard.
House
Scrubs
Lost
Grey's Anatomy
Never Mind the Buzzcocks
QI
Black Books
Absolutely Fabulous
David Bowie's appearance in Extras
various other amusing British things.
Books:
"Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape." -Terry Pratchett, Hogfather
I read lots of these.
Currently reading:
Perdido Street Station by China Mieville
I heart:
Jonathan Carroll
Haruki Murakami
Douglas Coupland
Alice Hoffman
Douglas Adams
Terry Pratchett
Neil Gaiman
Kurt Vonnegut
Also, dystopian future novels: 1984, Player Piano, Brave New World, etc.
Books with pictures:
Jhonen Vasquez
Roman Dirge
Neil Gaiman
Y: The Last Man
Ghost World
*Recommendations for anything else I will like based on the above-mentioned are always greatly appreciated.
Heroes:
Update: Ryan Jarman. He invented Live8 don'tcha know...
The marvelous and talented Jason Farris for recommending the Alesis Micron to me.
Stephen Colbert
My mother
Your mother
David Bowie
Charles Darwin
Whoever else will make me sound cool. I don't know. Who thinks about this stuff? I call people my heroes all the time for one stupid reason or another.
Jenna and Jesse are also my heroes. So are Chad, Rostalady, and Maria my Paesan, because they all provide me with the coffee I so desperately need to function semi-properly.Ron, the giant Jamaican man who is the maintenance dude in my apartment building is most definitely my hero lately, for without him I would still have a giant lake in my apartment thanks to the asshead on the sixth floor who has been pouring grease down his damn sink and using only cold water for the past two years, thus creating the giant grease-clog in the pipes which caused my sink (which I haven't even been USING, by the way) to repeatedly overflow (spewing greasy, putridly stinky water all over my apartment, which soaked (the water, not the apartment, I'm just too lazy to rephrase) into the carpet and pooled on the non-carpeted area) over the past week. So three cheers for Ron, even if he is a wannabe player and somewhat lecherous weirdo. And hooray for ridiculously badly-worded quasi-sentences. Double hooray for being enough of a nerd to care and call attention to it.If you would like to be included in my list of heroes, please do something wonderful for my selfish ass.
