(Copied from my LJ)I'm bored, in my thirties, and _still_ think that the real world is a fairly dried-out and stale place for most people. Where's my fucking jetpack?
My influences include H.P. Lovecraft, Spider Jerusalem, and Willy Wonka. Is an edible Bowel-Disrupter of fearful and unknown geometry too much to ask?
Right now, I'm just trying to figure out if I'm really happy being the person I've turned into.
(An explanation of my LJ handle, in Robert Heinlein's The Moon is a Harsh Mistess,…