I'm very fond of going off on tangents. My favorite conversations always end with someone saying, "Wait, how did we get here?" and no one remembers.
And that's awesome.
I'm currently cooking my way through "How to Cook Everything", by the end of which I should be able to, well, cook everything, which I must say, will be a pretty cool super power. I can't promise it'll taste great, but I do like cooking for more than just myself.
(whoever doesn't make the food has to do the dishes though ;)
Eating an entire row of Oreos (though I require a glass of milk: I'm not a barbarian).
And probably most importantly, back rubs.
I like books with unreliable narrators and lyrical prose, and I read far more science fiction than is recommended in the FDA's guidelines for a balanced breakfast.
I work in the movie business, so the Oscars are my Super Bowl. I'm a big fan of animated films, and my movie collection is one of my most prized possessions. Note: I believe one's taste in cinema will tell you more about a person than any personality test will.
What a wonderful time to be a TV fan, am I right? So much good stuff. I watched all of Better Call Saul in one weekend a while back.
Neutral Milk Hotel
The Mountain Goats
The Violent Femmes
Current obsession= Ezra Furman:
I'm really good at throwing seemingly discordant leftover ingredients together to make a dish that doesn't have a name, but is surprisingly delicious.
And Mozzarella sticks. Gawd, I love Mozzarella sticks.
1) My ukulele, Janie.
3) My drum kit, Darth (he's an electric. I had to leave my acoustic back up in Portland when I moved. One of the saddest days of my life...)
4) "I cannot live without books." - Thomas Jefferson.
5) My computer. I built mine from scratch. Her name is GLaDOS.
6) Bourbon, or hard cider, but preferably both. And a Moscow Mule.
Gravity waves. I'm determined to successfully wrap my head around it.
Are these characters I'm writing simply pastiches of my favorite tropes and not as genuinely original as I hope them to be?
Why do I spend 90% of my time thinking about the things I'm supposed to be writing about rather than actually writing them? Because they're just that awesome, but whatever.
If you'd like to eat and suffocate with me, I'd love to hear from you. If you're out-spoken about being a feminist, want to discuss the eventual heat-death of the universe, or know a place you'd recommend to this new transplant, send me a message!