I’m pretty sure that there is nothing more pathetic than eating fast food alone in the car, so it seemed a perfect metaphor for my so-called life (…and I just got the title of that television show right now, you realize something new everyday. Which is sort of my philosophy anyway). I live in Cleveland, Ohio. I have a crappy temporary job with one of those fascist huge corporations that love to torture their peons. I live with my mother. I have a cat called Pyewacket:
I like to travel. I love films and books and I watch FAR too much television. I think foreign films are inherently better than American films (especially French). I will watch any horror movie that comes out even if I know it will be crap. I like British things. I want to live in France. I went to a camp called Fleur-de-Lis for fifteen years of my life. I’m addicted to Vitamin Water, Doritos, and very little else, which I think is a decent accomplishment in this day and age. I think Modern Times by Charlie Chaplin is the funniest film ever made, and Duck Soup might take second place. Every time I watch the movie Casablanca I find something else to be moved by. I am terrified of ET. I want to believe in supernatural things but it’s not logical enough. I like comic books, particularly the Buffy ones. I am a complete nerd. Sometimes I wish I smoked so that I could have one of those scenes where I pull out a cigarette and some dude materializes to light it. I like zombies and robots. Sometimes I wish I was a ninja even though I’m totally a pirate. I like the BBC. I like giant, crumbling, industrial things. I love ore boats. I like juxtaposition like when old churches are next to gas stations. I like words that are either long and twisting or have the perfect ratio of round to sharp letters (like Preakness). I like to sail, but I don’t have a boat. I wish I had a boat. I hope I always live near water. I’m nostalgic for times and places when and where I never lived. Despite all this; I’m still pretty awesome.