I am not insane; everyone else is.
Graphic design, Illustration (except for the illustration of boats, planes, helicopters, and American flags), Typography, Calligraphy, Photography, Digital photo-manipulation (which, coincidentally, is usually digital-photo manipulation), Printing, Pre-press, Watercolor, Digital painting (but digital paint is so expensive), Sewing, Crocheting, Writing (Nonfiction, News, Instructional copy, Recursive Poems about recu…, Möbius poems, Poems about numbers consisting entirely of numbers, Haiku about cartoons), Reading
"From now on I don't want anyone to come in to see me while I'm here. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir. Does that include me?"
"Yes."
"I see. Will that be all?"
"Yes."
"What shall I say to the people who do come to see you while you're here?"
"Tell them I'm in and ask them to wait."
"Yes, sir. For how long?"
"Until I've left."
"And then what shall I do with them?"
"I don't care."
"May I send them in to see you after you've left?"
"Yes."
"But you won't be here then, will you?"
"No."
"Yes, sir. Will that be all?"
"Yes."
"Yes, sir."
Here's everything I currently have in my library:
Against Me!
Architecture in Helsinki
Big D And The Kids Table
Cake
Catch 22
Choking Victim
CocoRosie
Compilations
Dan Deacon
David Bowie
Infected Mushroom
KMFDM
Leftöver Crack
Morning Glory
Nekromantix
Operation Ivy
Queen
Rancid
Simon & Garfunkel
Streetlight Manifesto
The Aquabats
The Arcade Fire
The Beatles
The Books
The Clash
The Dead Milkmen
The Dodos
The Fiery Furnaces
The Independents
The Magnetic Fields
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Misfits
The Mountain Goats
The Postal Service
The Specials
The Vandals
Tom Waits
Willie Nelson
I am always looking for more music, and am open to suggestions. I'm also looking for the most fucked up music I can find; right now CocoRosie is winning.
"How could she ever hate them for what was, at bottom, merely their weakness? She would probably have done things like those to be fallen her if she had lived in one of these houses. To measure them by her own yardstick, as her father put it. Would she not, in all honesty, have done the same as Chuck, and Vera, and Ben, and Mrs Henson, and Tom and all these people in their houses? Grace paused... And all of a sudden she knew the answer to her question all too well. If she had acted like them she could not have defended a single one of her actions and could not have condemned them harshly enough. It was as if her sorrow and pain finally assumed their rightful place. No. What they had done was not good enough. And if one had the power to put it to right it was one's duty to do so - for the sake of other towns, for the sake of humanity. And not least for the sake of the human being that was grace herself."
Dino Stamatopoulos: Denny... Woodkin
Denny Woodkin: Yeah, right here.
DS: This way. This is Norm, the producer.
DW: Hi! I'm Danny Woodkin, and the uh monologue that I'll be performing now is from the play entitled The Audition, by Gavin Hollerwood.
DS: Well, how à propos!
Norm: Oh, ha ha ha ha! You can start anytime.
DW: Can I use this chair?
DS: Sure.
N: Uh hmm.
DW: Oh, no, I started it. That's... that's part of the monologue.
DS: Oh God! Ha ha ha! Oh, I thought you were asking us to-
DW: No, no. I was doing it.
N: Oh, ha...
DW: Alright... Can... I use this chair?
DS: Yeah-
DW: No, no, no...
DS: Ha ha ha! One to one! I'm sorry.
DW: Let me... just... I'll...
N: Yeah. Start again.
DW: Alright... Uh, can... ha... can I use this chair? Seriously, can I use it? Hello! I need it. For the audition. Could somebody answer me? Jesus! talk to me!
DS: Yeah it's fine
N: Yes go a-
DW: No!
N: Oh jeez. Okay, okay, okay... We'll get it this time!
DW: Alright, can I start again?
N: Please do.
DW: Can I use this chair?
N: Ye-
DW: Seriously, can I use it? Hello? I need it for the audition. Could somebody answer me? Jesus. Talk to me! I'm a human being up here, for God's sake! Don't just look at each other, answer me! Can I use it?
DS: Yes.
DW: No!
N: Now that's in there?
DW: Yes!
N: Don't just look at each other?
DW: Yes.
DS: Exactly when we did it?
DW: Yes, it's a good play.
DS: Yeah, I guess so.
DW: It comes from experience, from a real place.
N: Okay...
DW: Okay... Start again... Can I use this chair? Seriously, can I use it? Hello? I need it. For the audition. Could somebody answer me? Jesus. Talk to me! I'm a human being up here, for God's sake! Don't just look at each other, answer me! Can I use it? God... You... You know. You guys sit there. You know. You in your stupid designer tie, and your dumb ass glasses and imported bottled water. You know. Sitting, looking down at the lowly actor on the stage. Getting off on your power trip. Well, you know what? Fuck you! I don't need to be in your stupid, dumb ass sitcom. It's fucking retarded. It's not funny. You know what. I read- it's never gonna work. You know?… Fuck you guys! Fuck you. Fuck!
DS: Woah!
N: That was weird!
DS: What was that?
DW: A-and scene-e!
DS: Oh!
N: Great!
DW: NO! Y- God! Let me start again. Can I use this chair?
DS: No, kid. Kid!
DW: Seriously-
DS: Kid! We've seen enough. You got the goods.
DW: Really!?
"Mexico," grabbing the young statistician's arm.
"Eh? Roger interrupted eying a lovely looks a bit like Rita Hayworth in a one-piece floral number with straps that X across her lean back.…
"Mexico, I think I'm hallucinating."
"Oh, really? You think you are? What are you seeing?"
"Mexico, I see… I see.… What do you mean, what am I seeing, you nit? It's what I'm hearing."
"Well, what are you hearing, then." A touch of peevishness to Roger now.
"Right now I'm hearing you, saying, 'What are you hearing, then.' And I don't like it!"
"Why not."
"Because: unpleasant as this hallucination is, I find I still much prefer it to the sound of your voice."
I'm far too egotistical to have any heroes.