I used to be a nationally ranked pinball player, but I left that life behind. Or I stopped participating in tournaments. Whichever.

Oh, you know. Just drifting around and lucking it. Also, saving the world.

Pinball. Holding down forts. Knowing how dogs enjoy being petted. Knowing if side one or side two needs to be heard first. Deciding to shave or not. Parking. Not being a dick.

Hairy arms?

Douglas Adams, Bukowski, HST, J.D. Salinger, F.S. Fitzgerald, medical encyclopedias, autobiographies of cool people, thesauruses, rhyming dictionaries.

Sherlock is a winner. As was Spaced. I found a show called No Heroics that was amusing for the one season it existed. Monty Python's pretty good, if a little self-indulgent.

All Coen brothers flicks are outstanding, except for the one with Tom Hanks. That guy is insufferable. Bogart flicks are always good. Noir is pretty entertaining, if the dialogue is snappy enough.

Rock 'n Roll. Nearly all of it. 95% of punk rock, except for the east coast tough guy shit. All the metal, except for the cookie monster vocal stuff. Wu-Tang and all related solo projects. No sad bastard music, please.

I like food, food is good.

Smokes.

Pals.

The rock 'n roll.

Thumbs are pretty useful.

Optimism.

Literacy.

Sentient elevators. The 5 w's. Maybe I should schedule a dentist appointment. Bedtime and why its for suckers.

Minding my own business.

I sure do hate Bright Eyes. That's not really private, but it needed to be said.

Elliot Smith isn't on your music list.

You're not a dick.

You're a musician.

You have a basic grasp of English.

You own a cape or two.

You'll lend me a cape.