Hello you.

All the usual stuff: creative, sane, silly, smart, inspirational, celebrational, muppetational, tall, dark etc. in a most unusual configuration which is entirely impossible to summarise.

I run a shop filled with puppets, and several strange animals, and a talking tree. You know - I'm one of those.

I'm a Robin. Say hello.

I've two jobs. By day I run my puppet shop, and trying not to be all Bernard Black about it. By night I run a software company, helping people learn who otherwise would not. I'm rather busy...
At the weekend I save the universe from the scourge of entropy, investigate the hidden intelligence of cephalopods, encourage serendipity to bloom, attend to my menagerie, and sometimes cook for whoever happens to be hanging around (my roast goat's cheese salad is a thing of wonder).
You know, the usual...

You may find me debating theosophical paradoxes with born-again Christians, staring at mammoths in the Natural History Museum (my spiritual home), or seeking pianos to play in back-rooms of hotels late at night.
I'm good at encouraging serendipitous wormholes between otherwise temporally, spatially, and socially disparate points, finding order in chaos and life within mechanisms. Also rowing (as in boats), debating (not as in rowing), kissing, making alcoholic salad dressings, puppetry, self-parody, bread-making, walking quickly (yet oft distracted by moss), becalming hostile cats, and reading aloud children's stories. Bits of writing, composing, film-making and whatnot.
I am not good at several things. I am not a bloke. I will likely never pot-hole, rock-climb, ski, nor otherwise bait gravity. (It hates me enough as it is.) I am not good at noisy crowds, nor Scrabble, the latter providing endless satisfaction for friends justifiably tired of my lexicological excesses.

Probably the sheer extent of my transverse axis, and my eyes, and my absurdly rumpled hair, unless I'm wearing my fedora - in which case, my fedora.

Oh crikey what a dull question. But here we are:

Bocks
Michael Frayn; Christopher Marlowe; Dostoevsky is always fun; Jorge Luis Borges; Douglas Adams; Philip K Dick; Kurt Vonnegut, Edward Lear and, above all, Lewis Carroll.
What a rubbish list! There's hundreds of the things scattered around in helpful piles: mostly non-fictional explorations of various outliers of science.

Moovies
Harvey
Mary and Max
Zed and Two Noughts - the best film about zoological decomposition ever!
Sesame Street Presents: Follow That Bird - a searing indictment of federal racial politics, as applied to the societal integration of 7 foot yellow birds
Anything with Gonzo. ["If you were a chicken, you'd be impeckabble" - best movie line ever!]
Kristof Kieslowski
Jan Švankmajer
Brothers Coen and Quay
Oh and anythings by Herzog. (Recently saw him at the première of his latest. (Thanks NHM!) He's in the Simpsons now you know? This is the coolest thing ever.)

Muvics
Not doing another list of bands, but at the moment I'm very loving Jóhann Jóhannsson, Arcade Fire, Sigur Rós and Arvo Pärt (the best obscure minimalist Estonian ever!). I do a bit of writing and performing.

Foob!
Marmite and cheese on crumpets (with chives - this discovery is perhaps my greatest gift to the world so far. I know, I know...). My own bread is now approaching optimal.

Hats, hoobs, boobs, bare feet, an empty stage, a blank page, getting lost, girls in glasses, cephalopods, sharmanka, kids being silly.
Pooh, pooh, boat to the zoo, schubert, scribble, pub.

Mammoths, giant squid, and the end of the universe (and how to prevent it).
And just what's so wrong with playing god?
Currently working on an electromagnetic iron-filing waterfall display device. And *think* I've just invented a design to make fish play music. Possibly.

Playing with forces I don't understand, leading to an inevitable exclamation of "My god, what have I done....?"

Am I an empty essay, and should I be filled out?

You're clever enough to be happy.

You're odd enough to love cuttlefish.

You're not so "open-minded" that everything just falls out again.

You refuse to accept that creativity and rationality are in any kind of opposition.

You're warm but wise.

You're things I haven't thought of yet.