Brunettes, drawing, writing, sculpting, reading, City Club, painting, designing and building furniture, agitprop, glitterbombs, industrial design (especially c.1950s Art Moderne), the number 27, monkeyshines, horseplay, shenanigans, shitmovies.net, tiki, music (making it and listening to it), vinyl, goth culture, sculpting, Spider-Man, photography, chaos magick, vintage scientific equipment, OOBEs, camping, UFOlogy, Gnosticism, absinthe, ghost hunting, cryptozoology, woodworking, Bettie Page, film, Lucky Strikes, philology, quantum physics & string theory, punk rock, Halloween, conspiracy theories, digital art, dreams, animals, fringe science, magick theory, history, ancient mysteries, action figures, speculation, bonfires, ultra-rare steaks, time travel, paleontology, bonsai, rat breeding, cloudbusting, Irish culture, origami, pretty faces, freedom
Music
Pixies, Shriekback, Concrete Blonde, The Breeders (and The Amps, of course), The Mr. T Experience, Siouxsie and the Banshees, King Kong, Cocteau Twins, X, Dead Can Dance, Echo and the Bunnymen, Dropkick Murphys, Arcade Fire, The Cure, Golden Chariots of Mars, Sonic Youth, Wally Pleasant, 10,000 Maniacs, Johnny Cash, The Kelley Deal 6000, KiLA, Great Big Sea, Bauhaus, Leonard Cohen, MC5, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Misfits, Pearl Jam, Rusted Root, Mediaeval Baebes, Lacuna Coil, Tilt, The White Stripes, Type O Negative, Camper Van Beethoven, Tom Waits, Sludgeworth, Weird Al, Buena Vista Social Club, The Orb, Robyn Hitchcock and the Egyptians, the Motor City Burgers, Sounds from the Ground, Martin Denny, Black Lung, Velvet Acid Christ, Yma Sumac, Les Baxter, The Groovie Ghoulies, KMFDM, Dire Straits, Cub, Gogol Bordello, The Sloppy Seconds, Man or Astroman, Madame X, Buck, Danzig, Richard Cheese, NOFX, Weezer, Pro-Pain, Operation Ivy, Ramones...this is getting ridiculous...
Movies
Bad Asian horror movies, Things to Come, King Kong, The Mist, The Big Lebowski, Lost in Translation, pretty much anything with zombies, Underworld 1 & 2, Rock & Rule, Fight Club, Ju-on, Saw, Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure, UHF, The Life Aquatic, Titan AE, Ringu, The Empire Strikes Back, Heavy Metal, Buckaroo Banzai Across the Eighth Dimension, The Muppet Movie, Manos: the Hands of Fate, Plan Nine from Outer Space, The Blues Brothers, Citizen Kane, This is Spinal Tap, 2001: A Space Odyssey, A Fistful of Dollars et. al., Nosferatu, O Brother Where Art Thou?, Mitchell, Jaws, Hercules Unchained, Clash of the Titans, The Seventh Voyage of Sinbad, The Golden Voyage of Sinbad, Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger, Jason and the Argonauts, Indiana Jones et. al., The Princess Bride, Transformers: the Movie, Back to the Future et. al., Gremlins, Ghostbusters, House, Planet of the Apes et. al., The Elephant Man, My Neighbor Totoro, Krull, Conan the Barbarian, Conan the Destroyer, Predator et. al., Alien, Aliens, Aliens vs. Predator, Ice Man, North by Northwest, pretty much anything with John Wayne, especially Chisum, The Dirty Dozen, Young Guns, Ice Pirates, Stand By Me, America: Freedom to Fascism, Serenity, Lock, Stock, & Two Smoking Barrels, Kill Bill Vols. 1 & 2, Snatch, The Usual Suspects, Jackie Brown, The Crow, The Dark Crystal, Fargo, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Uncle Buck, Bottle Rocket, Roadside Prophets, The Exorcist, Twelve Monkeys, The Neverending Story...there are more. Many, many more.
Television
The Venture Brothers, Metalocalypse, Paranormal State
Books
H.P. Lovecraft, Caitlin R. Kiernan, Simon R. Green, Jim Butcher, J.K. Rowling, Henry Kuttner, J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, R.A. Salvatore, Brian Lumley, Mike Minnis...again, so many more...
So tired of the dog and pony show of politics. Tired of the federal, state, and local governments picking my pockets into poverty. Tired of my rights being trampled in the name of security. Tired of this plastic, saccharin, generic culture that used to be so alive and vibrant.
Sick and fucking tired of “the issues”, of “sex sells”, of the Hegelian Dialectic in horrific and reptilian action. I’m sick of apathy, sick of the willfully ignorant, sick of puppetmasters. Keep your Tila Tequila, your Prozac, your American Idol; gimme the girl next door, a soul connection, and music played from the heart.
Don’t give me songs. Give me something to sing about.
Forget about critical mass. Been there, done that, bought the fucking t-shirt. We’re years into the implosion of society; it’s eating itself alive and the Men in High Places keep us keening “More! More! MOAR!” even as our souls are stripped away.
Thing is, I used to be a pessimist.
Now? Now I’m not so sure. I see people waking up. It’s a tired old cliché, but it really is as if people are awaking from a long sleep, rubbing their eyes, and seeing things as they really are. They’re starting to see through the rhetoric and propaganda, starting to think through the brainwashing. Other people are sickened by what we’ve become and that fills me with joy and something I’ve not felt in a long, long time - hope.
For so long, I’ve despaired. I was becoming resigned to the fact that my son will probably live most of his life in a police state, just another slave on the global plantation. Now, I see people resisting. I look at the legions of Ron Paul supporters keeping the campaign alive despite the efforts of the media to kill it. I see people getting ready to march on Washington not for some insipid non-issue like gun control or affirmative action, but for the cause of LIBERTY. I hear people stating their refusal to accept the RealID card, I see them standing up to the psychiatrists who say we need to drug our children into oblivion in order to get them to pay attention in school, and I smile. I smell Chaos on the wind and I exalt in it.
Imagine if everyone started questioning the version of reality spoon-fed to us from cradle to grave. I’m talkin’ revolution here baby. Can you dig it?
Who I'd like to meet: Kim Deal, The Sad Old Goth & other astral travellers.
