I am extremely sarcastic, happy, and eccentric. I love Tom Waits and David Bowie. I love studying literature, history and art. My hair is naturally curly. I like to sing along to the radio. Sometimes loudly. I've been known to smoke marijuana. I can live with your disapproval. Culture and the human psyche fascinate me. I love German beer. Rogue and Unibroue have some delicious brews as well. I'm whiny when I have a cold. My favourite Chinese take-out is ginger beef and cantonese chow mein. My favourite pizza is made by Uncle Fatih.

I have many of the same characteristics as your run-of-the-mill rock star. For example, I can snort an entire line of cocaine using up a rolled up fingernail and a toothpick. I can have sex totally clothed and lubed up in apricot jelly. And most fantastically, I simply ooze glamour which forces anybody within twenty feet of me to jump into song and synchronized dance sequences whenever I put on my sunglasses and waggle my booty.

Editors

• octopusfriend

I have recently moved to Vancouver, living in a lovely little place with a friend I've known since smallest girlhood. I'm thinking about going back to college next year, who knows, it's a new city, possibilities are endless. Though I wouldn't mind being able to write for Rolling Stone one day. I have a great interest in vagabonding and I intend to explore my options.

Thinking. My mind skips about a lot. It's like there's a small child learning how to skip stones, except the stones are ideas and occurrences, and they don't always make it very far, some just sploosh in and disappear under the surface, others skip about for awhile, in strange and random directions. I gotta get that kid to teach me how to skip stones in abstract patterns, I've only ever been able to get a few hops in a straight line. His do loop-de-loops. Oh yeah, and I spend some time writing, though I have trouble finishing things. I'm a reading machine. And I have some skill for drawing, and somewhat less skill for painting.

No idea. I'll be sure to ask. (Apparently, my "kick ass hair")

A) Difficult to say. Dr. Hunter S. Thompson is one of my idols, I love his work. The Sandman series by Neil Gaiman, and American Gods by Neil Gaiman are both excellent. The Hellsing mangas. Roald Dahl, particularly those featuring Willy Wonka, Beat Literature, Robert A. Heinlein, Irvine Welsh, Piers Anthony, Dr. Seuss, Robin Hobb, Bret Easton Ellis, Chuck Palahniuk. B) Velvet Goldmine, The Big Lebowski, Lost in Translation, Interview with the Vampire, Igby Goes Down, Fight Club, Kill Bill, Cry Baby, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Breakfast Club, Iron Monkey, Hero, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Phantom of the Opera, Cowboy Bebop, Spirited Away (and various other anime films & series), Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory, Robin Hood: Men in Tights, Love Actually, Chocolat, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Tombstone, James Bond movies, The Scarlet Pimpernel, the Hellsing series. C) David Bowie, Tom Waits, Tchaikovsky, De La Soul, Bartok, Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Mindless Self Indulgence, Bob Marley, Of Montreal, Sex Pistols, Lady Sovereign, Johnny Cash, Corb Lund Band, Southern Culture on the Skids, Arlo Guthrie, The Beatles, soundtracks, Prodigy, Cypress Hill, Aphex Twin, People Under the Stairs, Beast, DJ Swaenk, The Doors, Sex Pistols, BassNectar. D) Cantonese chow mein, BadAss Jacks (with the good udon noodles), Uncle Fatih's pizza, and pie.

People, music, movies, books, computer, H20/02, nautilus. I know it's one over, but it's VERY IMPORTANT.

Fantasizing, meeting my idols, books, future, people. I try to work out people and their strange inner workings. Remember the stone-skipping analogy? Yeah, stuff like that runs about up there all the time.

Either hanging with a friend, or just slumming around home. Sometimes I strip naked and run through a nearby police station yelling that the End of the World has arrived, and a gangsta sets up a jukebox and everybody rocks out and the police share their confiscated drugs and the party is so awesome even David Bowie arrives to hang out and everything is chill until the CIA sends in a bomb squad to paint every person's toenails pink. That sucks. I don't do this that often anymore, however.

Editors

• octopusfriend

Nothing really. Either I'm comfortable telling you anything, or I don't know you well enough to tell you anything.

We have something in common, or you have a comment on something I've written. Or if you're just bored and feel like it. Go on. I dare you.