I'm interested in one thing. The truth. If you have any clues about the whereabouts of the truth, or remember anything, call me. Here's my card...
Music
I listen to lots of funk and soul when the radio isn't tuned to NPR. Country rock gives me hives. Old-timey country kicks butt.
Movies
Non-formulaic is nice. That's not a film, that's what I hope for when I go to a movie. I want to leave feeling something other than "That was ok, but this and this could have been done better." I want to leave the theater feeling angry and informed (Inconvenient Truth), giddy (Amelie), or like my mind has been blown (Being John Malkovich, Children of Men).
Television
Yes. I have one.
Books
You should really read more books.
Heroes
David Cross, Christopher Moore, Ian McEwan, The folks behind It's Always Sunny in Philidelphia, Louis CK. If only they could all mate and create a superwonderkind.
About me: I didn't expect to end up in Fargo, but here I am.
I hide a sensitive soul within a shell of satirical wit, soft belly, and emotional distance.
I sit around in my boxers a lot.
I write a lot of boring blogs in hopes of striking gold once in a while. I'm praying like hell that I do.
Who I'd like to meet: The kid who pointed at me the other day and asked his mom what was wrong with me, in a dark alley, with no witnesses. So I can kick the crap out of him.
You may or may not know of my buddy Graeme (or Weird Cookie) but he made an amazing mashup of the Fresh Prince and Weezer. Watch below and leave a comment at You Tube.
Just got back from AWP in NYC a few days ago, so settling back into the semester.
Feeling a little overloaded with things to do, but that's nothing new.
Although I figure if I don't turn in my thesis soon, I'll have to push back graduation another semester or so, which is stressing me out, so the next few weeks will be pretty stressful.
Your new profile picture makes you look kind of like a serial killer, and I like it. But if you punch me in the throat you better pull down those goggles, for I will claw your eyes out. Friendo.
You need to get...ummm. Forget it, I lost it. I think it went the way of my will to live. Not that I'm thinking about ending it all. Nope just noticing the will to keep living is gone, with my soul, somewhere.
I'm listening to Ennio Morricone right now. He makes me want to star in my own spaghetti western. We should make one. In the snow, in Fargo. With umm snow.
