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Jamiequa Peckerface

i'm just a diesel locomotive!

About Me

Strange and scary and inspiring things are happening, and I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school. I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles, and everyone would eat and be happy. Otherwise, I'm pretty ordinary, I think: ineffectual homosexual, aspiring writer, excitable chatterbox, movie nut who spends an obscene amount of time tweaking his Netflix queue. Oh, and I can wiggle my ears, too. Ya see?
What I've got: a cute apartment, a fish who thinks he's a dog, a good-ish job (the "-ish" comes into play whenever one of my co-workers pisses me off, which is often), an amazing circle of friends, a brilliant sense of humor (if I do say so myself), madd cooking skillz (ditto), and a rather bizarre affinity for movies like this:
When I'm bored, I like to make posters for crap films that don't actually exist:
I was unpleasantly plump not long ago:
My past is full of unfortunate decisions, including but not limited to: the last two years of college, every damn trip to Great Clips through 2004, and at least one Halloween costume that made me look like I got the lead role in Harry Fatter and the Sorcerer's Scone. In other words, if you can't laugh at yourself ...
Or, if it's details you want ...
    I'm a very goofy and nice and simple and friendly boy. I keep getting told I look like a young Steve Carell. If I were a Muppet, I'd be Gonzo. Second choice: Fozzie. I was recently called "a class act" by my best friend. Another pal dubbed me "a total dumbass" the next day. I'm vegan for both animal-welfare and personal-health reasons. I've never liked cheese. Yeah, that's weird. So blow me. I've been told I frequently appear harried, confused or worried. I collect magnets, Brit music magazines and messenger bags. I now have four bumper stickers on my car. Bop-ba: This is the sound of settling. No drugs, booze or smokes, but thanks for offering. I hit up Target at least twice a week to check the clearance racks. Self-destruction and -improvement are my religion. One day I'll be hot, and then you'll all be sorry. Roger Ebert once gave my movie reviews a thumbs-up. I sometimes say "prolific" when I mean "prophetic." I was once mistaken for a member of N*sync. No, really. I twitch whenever I hear the term "activist judges." I hate pretension, prejudice and folding laundry. 99% of stand-up comedians bug the shit out of me. I have a chipped front tooth from a childhood bike accident. I dislike smiling because I have a chipped front tooth. I've never seen a single episode of Sex and the City. In fact, until recently, I thought it was called Sex in the City. I'm equal parts head-in-clouds dreamer and cynical eye-roller. I love MySpace mostly because of its "edit friends" function. I buy flowers for myself about once every two weeks. I hung a motorized disco ball in front of my living room window. I've been to five concerts in my entire life. I have a betta named after Columbia from Rocky Horror. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I've never been to a gay bar. I think they'd scare me. Strippers either love me or hate me. No middle ground.

I've recently been informed that this about-me section is popping up on other peoples' profiles on MySpace and other sites. I'm somewhere between flattered and feeling really bad for them.

My Interests


Standing up for myself (gosh, that's fun! and it totally works, too), apathy, self-improvement, kitsch, interior design, vegan cooking, shopping at thrift stores, checking the Target clearance racks and end caps, crossword and logic puzzles, talking shit, taking naps, making mix CDs for friends, movies, writing, music, Netflix, concocting imaginary scenarios involving my various future husbands (see the "Who I'd Like to Meet" section), James Dean, Nicole Kidman, B-movies, making fun of B-movies, road trips, the Muppets, art, storytelling, Batman, Boba Fett, shiny plastic objects, daydreaming, sighing, swooning, cinematic moments, making Marge Simpson noises, the George Foreman grill, furrowing my brow, being nervous, intentional celibacy, unintentional celibacy, chronically thinking there's something wrong with me, hanging with the Scoobies, Rocky Horror Picture Show-ing, beginning sentences with "what if ...", my cool new movie blog, yoga, pilates, mastering Carmen Electra's Aerobic Striptease, cleaning my apartment, strawberry kiwi Propel, sudoku, board games, procrastinating, cocktail parties.

I'd like to meet:


Buck up, kids. This is gonna be one long list.
The Bad Idea Bears:

For some strange reason, I wanna mall-shopping buddies with M.I.A.:

Definitely Goldie from the first season of Flavor of Love:

Next, my Future Husband of the Moment, of course:

And these fine fictional characters ...

    Alec Scudder. Karen Smith. Karen Walker. Eric Gotts. Buffy Summers. Xander Harris. Cordelia Chase. Willow Rosenberg. Anya/Anyanka. Doyle. Columbia. Peanut. Janice. Gonzo. Selma Jezkova. Tim Canterbury. Dawn Tinsley. Lucille Bluth. Rita Leeds. Gene Parmesan. Barry Zuckerkorn. Bob Loblaw. Ann Veal. Kitty Sanchez. Lucille Austero. Kirsten Cohen. Seth Cohen. Summer Roberts. Julie Cooper Nichol Cooper Roberts. Dean Winchester. Remy. Geoffrey Jellineck. Sara Blank. Hoban "Wash" Washburne. Dr. Simon Tam. The guy who used to walk his dogs by my court at 6:45 every morning. I guess he really wasn't a fictional character, but I romanticized him enough for him to be one.

And anyone else who thinks they might not be thoroughly repulsed by me, fictional or not. Bonus points if you'll sit on the couch beside me for all three seasons of Arrested Development and all seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, interrupted only by the occasional Mystery Science Theater 3000.
Relationship-wise, I'm maybe kinda/sorta emotionally unavailable right now, but just for the record, my dream guy is whip-smart, has a quick wit and sparkling pop-cultural savvy, stays in more than he goes out (i.e., ain't a permanent fixture at sundry dance clubs), is a non-smoker and a cuddler, and, therefore, probably doesn't exist. And, you know, he's cute ... I mean, I guess. On a related note, I probably have no interest in meeting you if you have pictures on your MySpace profile of your shirtless self posing in front of a mirror. But that's OK, because if you do have pictures on your MySpace profile of your shirtless self posing in front of a mirror, you probably don't have any interest in meeting me either.
And just for fun, here are five people I definitely don't want to meet. Or, if you prefer, here are five people I'm currently jonesing to punch in the stomach (and I'm discounting the obvious folks like George W. Bush, Michael Vick, Ann Coulter or Gen. Peter Pace):
    James Blunt. Britney Spears. Chris Crocker. Jamie Foxx. Dina Lohan.

Music:


Aaliyah, Ryan Adams, Damon Albarn, Tori Amos (through From the Choirgirl Hotel, not including Boys for Pele), The Animal Collective, Fiona Apple, Aqualung, The B-52s, Basement Jaxx, The Beatles, Beck, Beirut, Brendan Benson, Better Than Ezra, The Bird & the Bee, Andrew Bird, Björk, Bloc Party, Blondie, Blur, Boy Kill Boy, The Bravery, Brazilian Girls, Jeff Buckley, The Caesars, The Cardigans, Cibo Matto, The Clash, Nikka Costa, Graham Coxon, Jamie Cullum, The Cure, The Dandy Warhols, Death Cab for Cutie, The Delays, Depeche Mode, Dr. Teeth & The Electric Mayhem, Duran Duran, Elkland, Missy Elliott, En Vogue, Esthero, Eurythmics, The Faint, Jason Falkner, The Feeling, Fischerspooner, Fleetwood Mac, Franz Ferdinand, Frou Frou, Nelly Furtado, Garbage, The Good, the Bad & the Queen, Imogen Heap, Interpol, Hard-Fi, Hellogoodbye, Lauryn Hill, Hot Chip, Hot Hot Heat, Jamiroquai, Junior Boys, Kaiser Chiefs, Kasabian, Kara's Flowers, Kelis, Josh Kelley, Kelly, Kenna, The Kinks, The Left Banke, Jens Lenkman, Sondre Lerche, Luscious Jackson, Madonna, Stephen Malkmus, Maroon5, Massive Attack, Matthew Jay, Metric, MGMT, M.I.A., Kylie Minogue, Muse, The New Pornographers, No Doubt, The Notwist, Of Montreal, Peaches, Peter Bjorn & John, Phantom Planet, Phoenix, Poe, Portishead, The Postal Service, The Prodigy, Radiohead, The Rapture, The Reindeer Section, Rooney, Scissor Sisters, Duncan Sheik, The Shins, Snow Patrol, South, Spinto Band, Timbaland, Justin Timberlake, The Ting Tings, Travis, Under the Influence of Giants, Martha Wainwright, Rufus Wainwright, We Are Scientists, White Town, Robbie Williams, Amy Winehouse, Thom Yorke, Young Love.

Movies:


12 Monkeys, The 40-Year-Old Virgin, About a Boy, Airplane, Aliens, Batman Begins, Before Sunrise, Billy Elliot, Bound, Bring It On, Citizen Ruth, Cloverfield, Contact, Dancer in the Dark, The Descent, Die Hard, Donnie Darko, Double Indemnity, Clueless, Election, Eyes Wide Shut, Ghost World, Go, The Grifters, Groove, Halloween (1978), A Hard Day's Night, The Insider, Jack Frost (the killer-snowman movie, not the family flick with Michael Keaton), Jaws, Kissing Jessica Stein, Living Out Loud, Match Point, Maurice, Mean Girls, Mulholland Drive, The Muppet Movie, Mysterious Skin, The Naked Gun, The Naked Gun 2 1/2: The Smell of Fear, [Tim Burton's] The Nightmare Before Christmas, The Opposite of Sex, Pan's Labyrinth (El laberinto del fauno), Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills, Rebel Without a Cause, Reefer Madness: The Movie Musical, Road Trip, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Romeo & Juliet (1968), The Royal Tenenbaums, Rushmore, Session 9, Shall We Dance? (Dansu wo shimashô ka?) (1995), Shattered Glass, Sleepy Hollow, Star Wars: Episode V — The Empire Strikes Back, Starshaped, Sunset Boulevard, The Talented Mr. Ripley, To Die For, Toy Story, Troll 2 (best bad movie ever), V for Vendetta, Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit, Wet Hot American Summer, Witness for the Prosecution, Y Tu Mamá También.

Television:


I don't watch too much TV. Uh, definitely Survivor; I've been with it since the beginning, and there's no turning back now. I get kinda giddy when I run across The Soup accidentally. I love VH1 Classic, and VH1's dating shows (Rock/Flavor of Love) are entertaining garbage. For the record, I gave up on Lost halfway through season two, and I only watched the first two seasons of American Idol. RIP: Angel, Arrested Development (co-best show ever), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (co-best show ever), Harvey Birdman: Attorney at Law, Coupling (UK only), Futurama, Mystery Science Theater 3000, The OC, The Office (UK only), Strangers with Candy, Veronica Mars.

Books:


The Alienist (Carr), Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Dahl), The Commitment (Savage), Disclosure (Crichton), the Encyclopedia Brown series (Sobol), Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (Thompson), Going for the Bronze (Tanen), The Great Gatsby (Fitzgerald), the Harry Potter series (Rowling), How to Be Good (Hornby), James and the Giant Peach (Dahl), Lies My Teacher Told Me (Loewen), The Lost Continent (Bryson), Macbeth (Shakespeare), The Mysteries of Harris Burdick (van Allsburg), Naked (Sedaris), Rules of Attraction (Ellis), Sideways Stories from Wayside School (Sachar), the Tom Ripley series (Highsmith), Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World (Moskowitz & Romero), What's Eating Gilbert Grape (Hedges).

Heroes:


Damon Albarn, The Beatles, Björk, Roald Dahl, Roger Ebert, Andraé Gonzalo, Kathy Griffin, Jim Henson, Mel Peachy, Kristen McGee, John Wade, Joss Whedon.

My Blog

How to speak Jamiese: Vol. 5.

What do you see beneath the robe?Beneath ... slinky slip?And the sexy bra?What do you see?Beneath the smudged eye make-up?And the smeared lipstick?You see ... stubble!An adam's apple!Ha!Big masculine ...
Posted by Jamiequa Peckerface on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 07:30:00 PST

How to speak Jamiese: Vol. 4.

Now that you've found a babe that's hotYou wanna nail her juicy twatShe's full of passion, she's so nice!But would your penile size suffice?Not sure she will ask for more?You need a dong she would ...
Posted by Jamiequa Peckerface on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 06:45:00 PST

How to speak Jamiese: Vol. 3.

Welcome to Hollywoooood. Sometimes, I don't even recognize myself. Especially when I put ads up online. To sell. My services. Oh, my breasts come right out of my clavicle. And I also have an extra vag...
Posted by Jamiequa Peckerface on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 04:52:00 PST

How to speak Jamiese: Vol. 2.

Who could want anything more than an organic pear? I mean, there really is not much sweeter. It's really the real kinda sweet.It's just so goddamn good.Eat a pear. Don't buy fruit already sliced, as i...
Posted by Jamiequa Peckerface on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 11:50:00 PST

How to speak Jamiese.

Welcome. Sorry I'm late. I gave myself a cameltoe, and not the Dorothy Hamill kind. Let me put my hands together. You know, the one right down in my snacketerium, in my shaggy DA, in my messy cleft pa...
Posted by Jamiequa Peckerface on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 08:32:00 PST