In less wanky terms: I make art. I wander around and think about stuff. Occasionally, I say/write something interesting, and sometimes it gets published.
Despite my profession, when I hear of truth/beauty/authenticity/meaning/etc, I reach for my pistol. Except I don't have one. I suppose I could get a water pistol, and fill it with something unpleasant.
Thought of the Now:
We should probably just call cat/dog/etc fancy Fleshcraft.
More prosaically, trying to line up my next few projects while fending off the tedious yet regrettably necessary business of getting through life.
Oh, and gathering the necessary know-how to build a robotic head.
I can click my tongue really, really fast. It seems to amuse people.
If you think Ryu Murakami ought to hunt Haruki down with a sniper rifle from a helicopter, we will be excellent friends. Like "providing covering fire while you make off with the Kusanagi" friends.
Food-wise, I have an irrepressible urge to try things I've never had. Horsemeat, wiggly octopus bits, viscera of multiple species prepared in all kinds of fascinating ways. I'll go for almost anything, but on a daily basis I am fueled by espresso, ethanol, muesli, and boring-ass meals that may be described as "a pile of meat next to an even bigger pile of vegetables."
Currently accessing the following media:
Random selections of Vilayat Khan
Laibach - Spectre
Takashi Miike - 13 Assassins
Mr Robot (just finished season 1)
Einstürzende Neubauten - Lament
Animal Collective - Painting With
Natural Born Killers
Nobuhiko Obayashi - House
Iain Banks - Use of Weapons
Herzog - Lo and Behold, Reveries of the Connected World
Daniel Hui - Eclipses (0/5)
Kent Chan - Watching Eclipses (3.5/5)
Less cryptically, if you're an irreverent, profane hedonist with a deep antipathy towards received dogma - like, if it makes you want to tear your hair out, plait a garrote and start racking up a bodycount.
Or, if you'd like to have a go at Portal 2's co-op campaign.