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We Only Come Out At Night

While You Were Shouting at the Devil, We Were in League With Satan

About Me

I'm made of wood and powered by pneumatics, bellows and hoses and all of that fun stuff. I have a heart snipped from a sheet of brass, and crackling embers for a brain... don't worry though, I keep the inside of my head lined with wet leaves.

My Interests

Music, Movies, Television, Books... ::looks down::... oh.Also: Comics, video games, writing, reading, playing music.

I'd like to meet:

Geeks

Music:

Buckethead, Aphex Twin, Nine Inch Nails, Strapping Young Lad, Smashing Pumpkins, Chamberlain, The Weakerthans, Isis, Jesu, Wagtale, Alkaline Trio, Protest The Hero, Primus, Johnny Cash

Movies:

Fight Club, Pi, American Beauty, Amelie, Chasing Amy, High Tension, Kairo (Pulse), Ju-On (The Grudge), Boys Don't Cry, Girl Interupted, Lost In Translation, Closer, Battle Royale, Drunken Master, Godzilla 2000, Police Story, Ong-bak, House of Flying Daggers, Night of the Living Dead, Dawn of the Dead remake, 28 Days Later, Lady Vengeance, 2046, Office Space, Anchorman, Knocked Up, Batman Begins, The Dark Knight

Television:

Battlestar Galactica, Tim & Eric Awesome Show Great Job!, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Sealab 2021, Daily Show, Simpsons, Colbert Report, Futurama, Intervention, Animal Police, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, Law & Order: SVU, Project Runway, Top Chef, Good Eats, Roseanne, Malcolm in the Middle, X-Files, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, The Practice, Dawson's Creek

Books:

Dharma Bums and Maggie Cassady by Jack Kerouac, Nuclear Age by Tim O'Brien, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles by Haruki Murakami, The Book of the New Sun and The WizardKnight by Gene Wolfe, Light and Viriconium by M. John Harrison, The Stand and The Dark Tower series by Stephen King, The Great and Secret Show and Imajica by Clive Barker and check out my reading list at http://www.shelfari.com/haphazardjoy

Heroes:

Hunter S. Thompson, Phillip K. Dick, His Holiness the Dalai Lama

My Blog

Crow's Nerve Fails by Ted Hughes

Crow, feeling his brain slip, Finds his every feather the fossil of a murder. Who murdered all these? These living dead, that root in his nerves and his blood Till he is visibly black? How can he fly ...
Posted by We Only Come Out At Night on Thu, 02 Feb 2006 01:05:00 PST