In 2011 I went to Berlin for a film market and it became my new favorite city in the world (beating out Rome and Barcelona and NYC).
In 2012 I went to the Cannes Film Festival and wore a bow tie and won a bunch of money at a casino on the water and felt like James Bond.
I'm also a producer (of films, music videos, sketch comedy, and commercials), as well as a moderately successful actor.
Oh, and I made an iPhone app a year ago that lets you stitch together iPhone screenshots to make seamless images (like so: http://imgur.com/4JVYw.jpg). If you've ever wanted to share your funny/weird/creepy text messages with your friends, you should totally check the app out here: http://goo.gl/yQR2z. I'm still working on it and it's great fun.
Dystopian/misanthropic angst: 1984, Brave New World, The Lord of the Flies, Fahrenheit 451, some Philip K. Dick and Kurt Vonnegut.
Sober insight into the human condition: The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Shakespeare, Flowers for Algernon, Grapes of Wrath, Cannery Row, and the one that I can't even say without crying but it's got a guy named Lenny in it and he loves rabbits -- oh GOD HERE I GO
Other notables: Dune, LOTR, I, Robot; Mere Christianity.
Film is really subjective in so many ways (emotionally, technically; story-wise)... so I'm not very hardline when it comes to listing "the best films" in history. I like films that excite me, that make me feel for a character, or that make me think about the world. Cinema has the ability to reflect back to us our shared world -- there's an amazing power in that, and I enjoy when our lives are shown to us through an interesting lens or a new (to me) perspective.
Let's talk about something else.
That's a weird question to bond with someone over. But sushi.
1. Booze - and lots of it
2. Sex - passionate and all day long
3. Mixed Martial Arts - don't tap till the lights go out
"Don’t mix those last two descriptions up," I said with a knowing wink towards Hands. He was my favorite to party with. "And you, Head? What are three things you could never do without?" Head looked over his glasses at Hands, who was now blowing kisses to a pretty Israeli waitress in a sundress. Head sighed and began. He read from a moleskin notebook.
1. NPR and the ensuing discussions
2. TED Talks and the ensuing discussions
3. Defending my atheism to theists
I chuckled. "We've even converted a few of those 'spiritual' fence-riders, haven't we?" I reminisced. Head ignored me and put his moleskin back into his attaché case. Head and I used to be closer, but of late he'd been feeling resentful toward me. Between my putting school on hold to pursue professional opportunities and Hands's heavy drinking of late, Head felt abandoned. He stirred his tea and pretended to be very interested in a speck on his mug. “Alright, Heart, you pussy—just kidding—what’s on your list? No people or pets, remember.” Heart leaned in over the table with the wry grin he wore most of the time. He closed his eyes and let the grin become a smile. He kept his eyes closed as he spoke--clearly and with purpose.
1. Professional comedy and the joy it brings me
2. Art and the way it speaks so beautifully
3. Nature and the consciousness it evokes in me
"That's really insightful how you--" I began, but was interrupted by the pretty waitress setting the check down as she flowed by. "I got it guys," I joked, ribbing the others for being penniless non-physical beings. Under the invoice was a paper napkin with a name and phone number. "That's for me," Hands declared, and swiped his prize.
EDIT: The, um, "real" residents of 10204 Spaulding Street have asked me to stop using their address in an open invitation to sexually aggressive loners. But, you know... it's funny, so... so fuck them.