I'll never fit. It's the wrong shape.
Haiku's are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
I believe communication only has meaning when people have shared experiences.
If you've stayed up late to argue "ninjas vs pirates", we might have a connecting moment.
If you like changing the oil in your car or have ever made your own soap, we might even speak the same language.
If Eraserhead made sense to you or if you ever catch yourself singing the wibberly wobberly song from Hardware, we will likely have a nearly psychic understanding of each other. Unfortunately this means you are likely a clone. Which is bad. I never got into those types of Heinlein storylines. But you already know this, you sexy clone.
Now I want to see that video again.
This is why I never read my own profile.
B) I enjoy movies like Zardoz. I'll watch Machete again, but probably not soon.
C) Live show? The Common Men. T.V. show? Venture brothers.
D) Marillion. Back when Fish was the lead singer. My Sisters Of Mercy collection is fairly beefy though. Then there's Iggy Pop, Bauhaus, Joy Division, and my guilty pleasure Mortiis. Might as well add Bloodhound Gang and Gwar.
E) My answer used to be panang curry, but lately Ive become more fond of homemade dishes. The joys of growing spices. The thrill of bulk vanilla beans. I think rosemary topiary is a good idea, but I eat it too fast. I was unexpectedly impressed by what fresh oregano can do to pizza. I'm trying to grow basil from seeds. Again.