Ah, I'll get to this one at some point.
What I’m doing with my life
Writing a novel and working as a barista. I've also written some
short stories and am sending them out with my fingers crossed (and
any other body part that can be crossed). I write speculative
fiction, which is a sexy way to say shit that nerds read.
I’m really good at
Laughing jovially. Buying high-end beer and whiskey that I can't
afford. Keeping my mind in the gutter. Dropping colorful metaphors.
Cooking. Giving massages. But most of all, geeking out over one of
the following subjects: movies, ancient Mediterranean
civilizations, polytheistic mythology and stories, gender theory,
my own writing, other people's writing, history before the
twentieth century, the atmospheres and geologies of the planets in
the solar system, pretty much any other knowledge you can think of
that has no practical application.
The first things people usually notice about me
are my two heads. Just kidding, that would be ridiculous, right?
Um, my rakishly handsome good looks? On my second head.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Whew! this is going to take some more time.
The six things I could never do without
2. Occasional moments of solitude (No, that's not a euphemism for
stroking it, I mean time to ruminate in peace)
3. Some means of accessing the internet. Without Wikipedia and
Theasuarus.com, I'd annoy everyone by going around and asking,
"what was that thing that . . ." or "what is that word that . .
4. Cool homies to hang with
5. The ability to write (that would require pen and paper, or a
computer, or a typewriter, or fingerpaint and a clean wall)
6. A place to go where one is surrounded entirely with trees and
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Stories. Words. Fictional religions, cultures, systems of magic,
slang, technologies. And if Johnny Depp had been Edward
Scissorhands in Nightmare on Elm street, would that scene have
ended the same way, or would Freddy have gotten schooled?
On a typical Friday night I am
Making lattes and cappuccinos at my day job (which happens to be at
night). But on Sat. night, which is the beginning of my weekend, I
am typically going to a rock show, or having a scotch with some
friends at a cool bar, or hanging with my copious roomies at home.
Every now and then I feel the need to go to a place where there's
dancing and throw down.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I have read every Twilight book and seen all the movies.