I've realized most people say the same things in these, so I'm going to be a unique and delicate snowflake. My self summary: Yesterday I was chewing on my fingertip, because it's a nervous habit I've developed, and then got an itch in my ear. I'm now proudly a rare member of folks that have inadvertently given themselves wet willies.

Still single, ladies.

For a living, I have this guy tell me "Hey, we need a fiery unicorn pegasus creature, with swords attached to its legs, and a fiery furnace for a mouth. The wings need to be made out of crystal shards and look floaty. And we need to keep it at a T rating for the ESRB. Also, a ferret pilots it." Then I draw it and paint it, then a 3D artist models it, and some poor sucker has to animate it and put it in-game.

My occupation: Wizard.

I'm amazing at thinking sports are boring. I'm really good at hating MMA. I'm astounding at imbibing alcohol and running through the sprinklers at Cal Anderson park really late at night. I'm a certified pro at Netflix, and I could show you a few Special Olympics trophies and medals for watching The Geordie Shore.

I am good at life.

That I'm participating in an inner-monologue about how much fun I'm having.

Also, probably my roguishily thinning hair.

Books: Confederacy of Dunces, Driving with Dead People, Hess, Sedaris, Max, and always on the lookout for good recommendations.
Movies: Star Wars, The Brothers Bloom, Pan's Labyrinth, Scott Pilgrim vs the World, Withnail and I, Up, Aliens, pretentious French New Wave, and all the Wes Anderson and Coen brothers.
Shows: Breaking Bad (right?!), Game of Thrones (y'know?!), Workaholics, It's Always Sunny, Community, Parks and Rec, Undeclared, Freaks 'n' Geeks. Unabashed fan of The Jersey Shore, and Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.
Music: Elliott Smith, Gaslight Anthem, Massive Attack, Sonic Youth, Twin Shadow, Grimes, Pixies, Diplo, Purity Ring, Grandaddy, The Apples in Stereo, Jose Gonzalez, Death Cab, The xx, The Zombies, The Animals, Damien Jurado, basically if it's sad music about relationships, I'm all about it. Oh, and LMFAO because I have to party rock every now and again.

This part of the survey is absurd.

1) The #beliebers hashtag so I know who to avoid.
2) Whiskey by any large unit of measure.
3) Ron Swanson drunk dancing.
4) A partner in crime
5) Cursing to be hilarious, not vulgar.
6) Awful tattoos. (I had a dream last night that I had a giant 80's cartoonish owl tramp stamp. At first I hated it, but by the end of the dream, it had grown on me. I awoke to disappointment when I realized I didn't have a cartoon owl tramp stamp. Yet.)

The procrastination on my latest piece of art related to work so I can update all of these insightful OKC questions. And also Matt Berry's Snuff Box "boyfriend" sketches.

I am at Linda's on Capitol Hill, pouring experimental booze chemicals into my body and meticulously logging the outcome. I am usually assisted by a stalwart cadre of co-workers, friends, and the random bar patrons that are unfortunate enough to find themselves within my proximity.

Owl tramp stamp wasn't enough for you?

This one time, I went to a goth club. Anybody who was at that goth club should not message me. Everyone else, you're good.