The brains behind Team Zissou. Future soldier of the zombie apocalypse. Hard hearted harbinger of haggis. I have a penchant for sarcasm, British colloquialisms, and the occasional immature joke.

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..." -Jack Kerouac

Writing. Reading. Making noise. Breeding elephants. Kazoo compositions. Studying feline proclivities. Rebuilding the deathstar, again.

Being clumsy. Being a total music nerd. Making words. Making noise. Comprehending cacophonous sonorities. Grilled cheese innovation. Hummus consumption. Dying a little inside when people tell me they don't believe in evolution.

My inability to suffer fools maybe? I don't know. I've never asked anyone...

Anything written by Kurt Vonnegut, Chuck Palahniuk, Hunter S. Thompson, Aldous Huxley, Irvine Welsh, Anthony Burgess, Cormac McCarthy, Bret Easton Ellis, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemmingway, David Sedaris, etc. I like to read up on cosmology, history, art, anything I can get my hands on.

Music: yes please mate.

Sushi + tacos= <3

As for movies, I guess I'll be pretty typical if I say I like Wes Anderson, but that doesn't make it any less true. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Melancholia, Science of Sleep, Waking Life, A Scanner Darkly, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I'm a sucker for stupid comedies and documentaries. Woody Allen movies. Anything with more dialogue than explosions is usually welcome. Oh, and horror movies. Indeed.

Guitar
Vegetables
Beer
Music
Literature
Marble composition books

The hubble deep field image. (Seriously, have you seen it? It's insane how many galaxies there are) I ponder the origins of the universe from time to time. (I once thought I had it all sussed out whilst staring at the sky for four hours on LSD.)
Sometimes I try to picture the synapses firing (or misfiring) in my brain. I often think about music and the astronomical amount of creative possibilities ushered in by technological advancements.
I often wonder about the geopolitical climate and try to understand why so many people can't see past nationalism.
Sometimes I'm just thinking about making a sandwich.

An organizer of underground cage matches where people test their fortitude by fighting to the death. (I could be the love child of Don King and Tyler Durden.) Either that or I'm sitting at a bar or a counter or my desk slaving over a blank page.

I watch jeopardy regularly and I enjoy it.
Also, since I'm sharing, when I was three the movie Jaws freaked me out so much that I was afraid to get in the bathtub.
That is all.

You loathe conditional stipulations regarding communication, you make references that could be considered non sequiturs, you love hot ham water.