TJ
| Gender | Male |
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| Location | L'ville, TX, United States |
| Introduction | I am not really here. You are not really there. They do not really exist. Let's conjugate together! |
| Interests | Pornography, butterflies, self-immolation, and thistles. I like monkeys and butterscotch, but not together. |
| Favorite movies | Tim Burton. Terry Gilliam. Jim Jarmusch. Alex Proyas. Charlie Kaufman. Jean Pierre Jeunet. Working Title Films. Joss Whedon may or may not still be on that list, depending on if and when he gets around to doing something I can acquire outside of a comic book store. Absent those names, I dig The Truman Show, Anchorman, Bulworth, Harold and Kumar, Mall Cop, Twenty Bucks, Nicotina, Van Wilder, Mr. & Mrs. Smith, and The Thing About My Folks. Actress crushes are numerous. At the forefront right now is Scarlett Johansson. And probably Selma Blair. Oh, and Cobie Smulders! Mraow!! |
| Favorite music | The Great Crusades. Firewater. Tom Waits. Ugress. Buck 65. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Thievery Corporation. Flight of the Conchords. Oingo Boingo. Morcheeba (with Skye). Massive Attack. Any blues artist ya got. Any downtempo electronica that's not too Chocolate Genius-y or Air-y. The Police. Pink Floyd. Violent Femmes. Elvis Costello. Kruder and Dorfmeister. Sneaker Pimps. Spike and Mallets. Belly. Wojciech Kilar. W.A. Mozart. Tori Amos. Lamb. Stabbing Westward. Gorillaz. Portishead. Danny Elfman. The Doors. Other stuff. (I don't feel like thinking too hard about this right now.) |
What did you dream when you ate a spider while sleeping?
Nothing. For it was the spider, you see, that was asleep.