Clinton McClung

Drake Jr. High School - we were the "Drake Dragons", though I was more in a rainbow stage at the time. Despite having such an obsession at such a tender age I am still surprisingly heterosexual.

Cinema Homunculus

I write a weekly listing of cult movies in Boston just for the hell of it: http://movies.groups.yahoo.com/group/bostoncultmovies/

Men's suit vests (classic), morbid curiosities, pillows, student loan debt, all night diners, cars under $500, iced chai, cult movies, bald men, Fedoras, Maine Coon Cats, Vincent Price, hanging out in Children's Museums when they are closed, the ocean

Ask the Dust, Mother Night, Hunger, Grimm's Tales (unabridged), The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Mysteries of Pittsburgh, The Abortion, Harry Potter, Acme Novelty Library, social ettiquette and child guides from the 1800s, Entertainment Weekly

Xanadu, Royal Tenenbaums, It Happened One Night, Killing of a Chinese Bookie, Donnie Darko, Bring it On, Withnail & I, Road House, Judas Project, Can't Stop the Music, Heavenly Creatures, Black Belt Jones, Buffalo 66, Band of Outsiders, Carnival Magic

Elvis, the Monks, Johnny Cash, Leonard Nimoy, Leonard Cohen, Nina Simone, the White Stripes, Magnetic Fields, Roger Miller, Neil Diamond, Wire, Gang of 4, Lush, Jerry Reed, Holly Golightly, Lee Hazelwood, Shangri-Las, ELO, Ronnie Dawson, Sugarhill Gang

Buffy. Now that Buffy is gone there is no TV.

I share embarrassing and personal details about my
life at inopportune moments for no reason whatsoever.
I think this level of openness is some sort of backwards
defense mechanism or maybe self-loathing, but I also
think that all the psychological babble is a bunch of
hokum. I am a Scorpio, which is the sign of the Bastard,
and my close friends have often been Scorpios as well.
But I don't believe in astrology either, so what the hell
does it matter? My favorite things to do is to put stacks
of objects (books, CDs, clothes, papers) in alphabetical
order and to re-read old letters that I have written
(self-obsession, perhaps, but it aids my bad memory). I
like music ranging from Western Swing, Garage Rock,
Song Poems (MSR), early New Wave & Punk, early
R&B and 60s Soul, 1970s K-Tel Country Compilations,
Mr. Rodgers and Sesame Street vinyl, and pretty much
anything before 1987 and a smattering of new hipster
stuff which I get excited about until it quickly fades away
because nothing seems built to last anymore. I also
have a strange weakness for Hall & Oates. My head is
a jumble of pop culture knowledge that I have little use
for - except for once in a while, and then it usually lets
me down. I am a film programmer by trade, and my
heart is in it, sure, but I really long to open my own
bookstore where I can happily put things on shelves all
day and sit around drinking coffee and reading. My cat
Boogie is the smallest full-grown cat that most people
have ever seen. I don't sleep well and toss and turn a
lot - but it may just be because of my desperate
loneliness and crippling fear of death. I have
experimented with drugs but they really kind of bore me.
Boston made me into an alcoholic for a while but I think
I'm over that now. The walls of my heart are a little too
big and I can feel my chest pounding quite often. Ive
been trying to stop eating sugar and biting my nails for
most of my 30-ish years

I only want to meet people who are not bogus or stupid.
If I think you are either I will tell you in some
backhanded way, then regret ever opening my mouth. I
dont really like meeting people all that much, but I am
not unfriendly. Im just not so good at small talk most of
the time. Put a few drinks in me and Ill be okay
unlessoopsI get inexplicably belligerent. I dont
necessary want to meet a romantic interest on the
internet because I find that creepy and sad. However, I
do want to fall in love and get married and even have
kids some day. When I fall in love with someone they
can walk all over me and I will take it without saying
anything. However, if said person makes an attempt to
reciprocate tender feelings without the proper dose of humiliation, I will run screaming from the room (by "run screaming" I mean "stop returning your phone calls"). This is supposed to be about you, but it ended up being all about me. I am an egotist.