I have a hard time answering open-ended questions about myself as they relate to internet profiles of myself. Right? Okay.
I'm shy when I'm part of a group meeting one new person, but as one person meeting a group, I'm usually outgoing. So I guess that I'm a xenophobe and an attention whore by turns. Shit, that doesn't sound very flattering.
I swear a lot.
I'm really nice to people. Unless the people or person in question are/is an asshole(s), then I'm pretty mean.
I'm the kind of person who goes "Can I use HTML on this 'My Self-Summary' form?"

Update! I can?

I'm taking complete advantage of funemployment by using it to pursue creative . . . pursuits? Fuck.
I'm a freelance amateur guerrilla filmmaker. My roommates and I make short films and a web series, and we're working on shooting a feature this summer. So, that's pretty fun.
My brother and I are making a horror/Western comic book--for which we now have a new penciller!
Music happens with friends and roommates.
Also, one day I'm gonna go to Japan, go to that Studio Ghibli theme park, and climb all the fuck over that enormous stuffed Totoro. Move aside little Japanese kids! It's MY turn to cuddle with a fake giant friendly monster thing! So cool.

Writing? I wrote all of this shit, right?
I'm a good cook.
I sing pretty well.
I'm good at reading. I read all of this shit that I just wrote, right?
I'm super good at sexin' it up and just plain sexin'.
I'm good at making myself sound like an asshole.

If I have a beard (oops! my beard fell off last week) I think that people notice my beard. I don't fuck around with beard growing. No patches or scraggly bits. True story: I have been banned from entering beard growing competitions among my friends.
I'm also a snazzy dresser, so people might notice my clothes or my sweet kicks (hey, that's cool guy slang for "shoes").

This is complete bullshit. Yes, I like books, movies, and even food.

Books: Dan Simmons, Heinlein, and Vonnegut. Hemingway is really depressing, but really nice. Just got a copy of Nick Cave's new novel. I'm sure that it's going to be ultra cheery. Brian K. Vaughn, Mingola, Alan Moore.

Movies: David Cronenberg, Nick Marshall, John Carpenter, Danny Boyle, Robert Rodriguez, Coen Bros, Edgar Wright, Steven Soderbergh. I shit you not, the Wachowski Bros remake of Speed Racer is an unmatched achievement in recent cinema history. I am being totally fucking serious about that.

Music: I'm currently on a big Air kick. Got turned on to the space-rocky goodness of Faunts through a video game, if that's lame enough for you. That new Beirut EP is pretty nice and spacey too. And the Sudanese (Sudanian?) rap stylings of Bangs have been making a pretty big impact on my life. I've been listening to Tears for Fears and Kate Bush for 20+ years, and I doubt that's going to stop. As always, Eno, Gabriel, and Gira. Can I ever ignore my long ago spooky, Goth-y roots? Probably not. Skinny Puppy and KMFDM will always have special places in my heart. Uh, that is to say, my cold, withering black heart. Of doom. That's the same part of my heart that contains my un-ironic love for Emperor--masters of cheesy symphonic black metal, and all things goofy-makeup-related. I'm pretty sure they avoid using guitar picks in favor of battle axes or demon skulls or something.

Food: I eat plants, but I also eat animals. Vegitarianism is cool, just not for me. I try to make informed decisions in where I get my dead animal parts from, and at what restaurants I eat at. I think that it's pretty sad that the States don't have their own food culture. Most other developed nations have a culture that revolves heavily around cuisine. And, you know, it's extra sad that there are nations that don't have food at all.

Let's go with material possessions that don't bear directly on my survival. Listing shit like "oxygen" would be fucking stupid.

0.1.) Sarcasm.

1.) Reading material. Good reading material. I've been a compulsive reader since I was in 4th grade. If I don't have a book or two on hand at any given moment, I feel incomplete. Beware! Comic books can be considered good reading material!

2.) oh my christ i dont have any patience for this right now

6.) Things that I could never do without? I don't know. Hey, let's finish it up with "FRIENDS." I would probably go nuts without my friends.

6.2.1.) My cat Machi has been my constant companion for the past 8 years, and he'd be basically impossible to part with. Even though he's lazy and has NEVER ONCE paid his share of the rent.

I marvel at the fact that I live in an age where we have heard Sean Connery tell Will Smith, "You're the man now, dog!"

I wonder if I'll get to eat fish from outer space before I die. Seriously. It's totally probable that one of Jupiter's moons has fish-like creatures living under its ice. Calamari from Europa? Yes, please!

Sex.

Film projects and shit that I plan on stealing--no, wait--legally purchasing and downloading from the internet.

At a show, shooting a movie, writing, playing video games, taking drugs, making dinner for friends, being shitfaced, straight chillin' with my cat, singing karaoke, sleeping, something else entirely.

I just found out that my little sister thinks the universe is 6,000 to 10,000 years old. That will go into the "secret family shame" category.

I've started taking pictures of my food?

. . . you want to message me? Preferably you already think that I'm amazing.

I tell you what, if you know when and how to use the words "there," "they're," and "their," I would find that incredibly sexy.