Born half-Finnish, half Scottish-Canadian.
Artist. (No, don't run away, I also like TED talks.)
Writer and irrepressible wit.
Performance artist, stand-up comedian, owns 4 bikes, shops in the men's clothing section, a wizard with an ironing board, and statistically likely to be taller than your last girlfriend.

Having a good old-fashioned crisis about who I want to be when I grow up. I've recently given up office work forever, because even though the money is good, it makes me miserable to spend all my time sitting in front of a computer. I'm doing a lot of stand-up comedy, singing in a punk band, continuing some theatre projects, and thinking about work as a fry cook... or possibly guide to the underworld or something.

Performing. It's my thing, really. I also love just about every sport I've ever tried, and I'm a ruthless proofreader with a pen of vengeance.

I'm also wickedly hot in drag.

I'm the girl you knew in grade school who could kick your ass in a fist fight. I'm not the most symptomatic example of femininity, let's put it that way. I like guys; I just also happen to act and dress like one most of the time.

Book: Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
Music: Einstürzende Neubauten, Phillip Glass, Arcade Fire, Aesop Rock, Tom Waits, Michael Jackson, Arvo Pärt, Suicide, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Rheostatics, David Bowie, northern soul, dnb, Laurie Anderson, Björk, Morrissey, uh, you get the picture.
Movies: David Lynch, Jeunet, Lars von Trier, Fassbinder, good horror films, occasional Burtons, Wim Wenders, Greenaway, well made stories like The Princess Bride and heck LOTR, the works basically.

Love in Stockholm
The BBC
Music
Ideas
Avocado and bacon sandwiches
My bicycle
Tailored shirts (that's seven, but cut a girl some slack)

Why we do what we do. Whether there's a way to break out of the frames through which we habitually see our lives and others. Whether I ought to read Freud or eschew him. What kind of installation or game I want to build next. When the next season of QI starts. Whether what I'm wearing is what I actually like or whether it's a habitual performance of gender stereotypes. What that guy over there thinks of me. Whether all this overthinking is going to make me crazy. Whether beauty is a physical experience or not. To what extent is Dan Savage altering sexual consciousness in an entire generation of geeks. Why am I so rubbish at writing lyrics. Is this really worth tweeting about. Etc etc etc.

Either performing, out dancing my butt off, in the pub with a pint of Young's Double Chocolate Stout and my bandmates, or kind of hiding from everyone and staying at home drinking tea and pretending that the Internet can still be a source of endless inspiration while actually I'm on FAILblog and the quality of even that is going downhill. (But the dancing my butt off part; that's the one you should remember.)

I still secretly and desperately want to be and do something impressive in this life.

I kinda make you want to watch the next season of Doctor Who together. Or if you want to send me bike porn. Or if just in some queer way you wanna hang. I've been mostly single for a while, but I'm looking to change that.