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My self-summary
I am a centaur with seventeen hundred minions ranged on my side, ready to to notch their bows and ride, set fire to the celestial lyre and behold the incomprehensible manticore of the riddle of the pseudosphynx. Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and nice red uniforms—oh damn!


Also, having fun.
What I’m doing with my life
Roaming the seven seas of astral iniquity with my unicorn Peter and my rainbow sword. In between, drawing, writing, animating and carousing for extra experience ...
I’m really good at
cooking with soylent green, running a UWTB drive, hunting the psychosomatic cephalopods of Tau Ceti IIIb and walking dogs.
The first things people usually notice about me
is the fact that I am human and don't have tentacles growing out of my head. They are usually not aware of noticing this.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
**List start**


Books, I love books and authors. I've got stacks of the things, too many to keep and I gave two thirds of them away to my old high school. Umberto Eco and Tolkien, Stephen King and Haruki Murakami, John Irving, Iain Banks, Neil Gaiman, Dan Simmons, Terry Pratchett, Frank Herbert, Salman Rushdie ... the list goes on. Any book that shows good language and a good imagination can grab me.


I like good speculative movies and good dramas. And sometimes, really ridiculous, over-the-top movies for a laugh. From 2001: A Space Odyssey to Brother, Where Art Thou and Machete - I've had fun watching them all.

*TV shows?*

Dexter, True Blood, Big Bang Theory, Six Feet Under, Futurama, South Park, Game of Thrones, Mad Men, Adventure Time, Venture Brothers, etc.


from reggae to metal. Mostly I don't do thumpa-thumpa style modern music or pop. Led Zeppelin, Blind Guardian, Peter Tosh, Iron Maiden, Queen, Ayreon, Rolling Stones, Ziggy Stardust, Franz Ferdinand, Orange Goblin, etc.


I'll try anything once and I love cooking. I really, really enjoy grills and baking stuff, salads, meat pies, fish dishes, and whatnot. I just don't do desserts. I also like the wine and beer and whiskey and cognac that accompany good food. And for some reason, sushi doesn't agree with me. Sad. But, I do really like hollandse nieuwe.


Comfortable. I want shoes I can walk 40k in easily, just in case.


Usually boxers, for the additional ventilation.


The nuclear fuelled ones of Stanislaw Lem are pretty cool.


Preferably loud, yes.


Not so much, but Harley Davidson if I had to pick.


Mauritius, Australia [sic], Iceland, Faroe, Sardinia.


Zips, Neuschwanstein, Malbork ...


Budweiser, Jura Single Malt, Hertog Jan, Camus, Nero d'Avola ...
The six things I could never do without
Air, drink, food, shelter, social interaction and a purpose to life - obviously. But I think that's not the point of this section. So:

1. Intergalactic Space Crusaders,
2. Goblins,
3. Dungeon Dragons,
4. Polyhedrons,
5. Sheep,
6. Six.

Or something like that ...
I spend a lot of time thinking about
The vastness of space and time, the wonder of the galaxy, the taste of the perfect steak and how noisy the crickets are tonight.

How anyone can think writing they are "mostly vegetarian" is some kind of good thing. I "mostly don't smoke" either. And I'm "mostly not asleep" as well. I don't go pointing it out, do I? Why do people feel the need to excuse the fact that food is tastier when it involves killing creatures with a nervous system? Also, what is with the discrimination against plants? You think they prefer dying to feed you? Face it - as a biological organism you need food, and as an omnivorous savannah dwelling ape part of the food you need is animal protein. You can work around it, but it's not fun or easy or - if you ask me - a good idea.

Anyway, being "mostly vegetarian" is like being "mostly not pregnant". You either is or you isn't.
On a typical Friday night I am
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
is that I have a dead unicorn in my extradimensional car.
You should message me if
you want to be sucked into a whirlpool of pangalactic gargleblasteritude and are willing to eat the yellow pill.