• Reading The Catcher in the Rye makes me want to punch Holden Caulfield right in his big stupid head.
• Home doesn't feel like home unless I have a print of Edward Hopper's Nighthawks on the wall.
• My favourite overly-specific genre of music is songs about Christmas that aren't really Christmas songs at all.
• I prefer pizza to curry, Dutch to German, paper to plastic, sci-fi to fantasy, John Cusack to Johnny Depp, McDonagh to Molière, Stephen King to Charles Dickens, Christopher Reid to William Wordsworth, and little bits of Audrey Niffenegger to just about everything else.
I think that'll do for now.
Other than that, I write stories for a living. It's a pretty sweet gig, I don't mind telling you.
Yeah, I don't know why either.
Movies: 50/50, Groundhog Day, Toy Story, The Song of Lunch, Citizen Kane, Paperman, Groundhog Day, Nuit Blanche, Chasing Amy, Eagle vs Shark, Casablanca, Groundhog Day, The Artist, and, to my eternal shame, Babe. I tell people my favourite film of all time is 12 Angry Men; in actual fact, it's a toss-up between that and Conversations with Other Women. Gabrielle Zevin answered my question on Goodreads once and I positively swooned.
Shows: Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, 30 Rock, Parks & Rec, Doctor Who (Moffat era, thank you very much) . I'm still quietly mourning the loss of The Colbert Report and Jon Stewart on The Daily Show, but Last Week Tonight makes for an acceptable substitute. Current bingewatch is You're the Worst, and it's everything I never knew I always wanted.
Music: Horribly acousticy mopey indie folk blah. Damien Rice, Emmy the Great, Slow Club, Okkervil River, Sigur Rós, The Antlers, Carly Comando, Camera Obscura, The Postal Service, John Wesley Harding (the man, not the album), OK Go, The Penguin Café Orchestra, The National, David Ford. Ludovico Einaudi when I'm working. Who am I kidding? Ludovico Einaudi any time, any place.
Food: I've got a longterm thing going with Spearmint TicTacs. That counts, right?