|Location||Boston, MA, United States|
|Introduction||I think it's Halloween every day.|
|Interests||Drums, automotive repair, Japanese horror (see below), culinary arts, female behavior, virtual flirtation, child rearing, soldering guns, real flirtation, remote psychoanalysis-by-proxy, and the pursuit of knowledge in its myriad of forms.|
|Favorite Movies||Lady Vengeance, Oldboy, Audition, Poultrygeist (srsly), Death Trance, Shaolin Soccer, Kung-Fu Hustle, Hero, Primer, The Matrix, Pi, Cube, so many more...|
|Favorite Music||Taiko, heavy metal, death metal, fusion, jazz, classical, electronica, opera, Broadway musicals, R&B, D&B, and strippertunes|
|Favorite Books||"Tourniquet Heart", "Viscera", and "Russell the Sheep"|
Aren't papier mache cuts the worst?
That would depend on the papier mache. If we're talking just grade-school papier mache with diluted Elmer's glue and clean newspaper, then no. If, however, we're talking about papier mache from a fourth-world country sweatshop mass-producing genuine fake pinatas using caustic adhesives and wood pulp castoffs infected with botfly larvae, then yes.