John

Don't ask. I don't even know. It keeps me occupied

music, computers, sarcasm, reading, electronics, getting wasted, playing guitar, cooking weird chinese dishes

Amusing Ourselves to Death: Intelligent Discourse in the Age of Information, by Neil Postman, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Please Kill Me

Suicide Kings, Love and a .45

(subject to change w/out notice)- A Perfect Circle, Morphine's 'Yes", Traffic's "Low Spark of High Heeled Boys", NWA's "Straight Outta Compton" and the stuff I play on guitar when I'm noodling around. Hey, if you don't like your o

I like it when the little black ants are kicking the shit out of the white ones.

I think I'm one of those people that you either totally
immerse yourself in because you can't get enough of them,
or at the extreme opposite- feel compelled to destroy
because the very fact that they exist offends you. I get
both reactions frequently, and they both confuse the hell
out of me.

People. Preferably living ones with substance abuse
problems and strange senses of humor, that don't hate my
guts.