Simultaneously self-important and self-deprecating, yet somehow sincere about it.
When I'm not doing any of those things, I am often finding excuses to be either drinking or on stage. Sometimes both.
Putting peanut butter on things. Food, I mean.
Making inanimate objects move in a convincingly lifelike manner. Making myself move in an unconvincingly lifelike manner.
Movie: Brazil, The Royal Tenenbaums, O Brother Where Art Thou?, Wall-E, Magnolia, Mulholland Drive, Pee-wee's Big Adventure, The Muppet Movie, The Great Muppet Caper, Schizopolis, Brand Upon the Brain!, Dancer in the Dark. I'm not listing multiple films by the same writer/director, but you can assume with most of these that I'm a fan of these folks' collected bodies of work.
Shows: Six Feet Under, The Venture Brothers, Arrested Development, Doctor Who, House, NewsRadio, The Mighty Boosh, Breaking Bad. I don't know whether I'd call American Horror Story a favorite, but I've been enjoying the heck out of it this season.
Music: They Might Be Giants, The Residents, Eels, Man Man, Tom Waits, The Real Tuesday Weld, Laurie Anderson, Tiger Lillies, A lot of the folks I really love seem to have one foot in performance art. I must be pretentious. I could listen to "Silent Shout" by The Knife on repeat for a month. http://www.last.fm/user/mrblame
Food: If I were a rich man, it'd be sushi. I'm not. It's the burrito.
Pen and paper count as one thing. That's a fact.
Singing or shouting or reading out loud. Which is to say, the ability to express myself vocally.
Naps. Because I'm a 7-year-old. Or a 70-year-old.
The network of lovely and talented people who are my friends and family. Seriously, guys, I have great taste in people.
My hands. "That's dumb," you say, "they're attached to you and of course you have them." I know, I know. But I get really paranoid about what life would be like without them. I can imagine going blind - not so bad. Going deaf would suck a lot, but I could deal. Losing smell or taste would be sad, but as long as I checked expiration dates I'd probably be okay. But when I imagine myself with no hands, I can't really think of that person as myself.
Annnnd let's say stimulating conversation. Fortunately, those come naturally when you combine my 2nd and 4th things, but I don't want to take it for granted.
We're going to take food and water and shelter as a given here, right? 'Cause I'd hate to be taken away by an alien race who referred to this profile for my care and feeding and interpreted it in a tragically literal sense.