Unintelligent Design

I've not kept to any particular number of answers - there didn't seem to be any point in padding it out.

Things I'm afraid of:
Surrendering to the apathy and never pulling free again.
Forgetting where the displacement activity stops and the things I really care about start.
Failing my friends when they need me.
The consequences of success.
Total failure.
Time.
Democracy slipping away without anyone noticing or caring.

Things that make you laugh:
Satire.
Gallows humour.
Karma in action.

Things that make you cry:
Love and loss.

Things I love:
That sudden moment of clarity when something complex finally makes sense.
Music.
Reading.
Lazy summer mornings lying in bed.
Cats.
Dogs. Well, some of 'em, anyway.
Good food.

Things I don't understand:
Why people like horses. Or rabbits, for that matter.
Lager.
Decaff coffee.


Things on my desk:
Four coffee cups.
A Whitby IV ticket.
A pint glass.
A Shriekback album ("Big Night Music")
Nail polish remover.
A Portuguese pocket dictionary.
A reel of black cotton thread.

Right now you are:
Tired.
Unshaven.
Hungry.
Trying to remember someone's phone number, and failing.
Vaguely perky.

Facts about you:
I'm the only person in my family who doesn't have severe hay fever - I'm completely unaffected.
I can't stand marmite.
Er.. and I don't actually like Nutella much, either.

Things to do before I die:
Visit Kyoto.
Visit America.
Get a job that I actually like.
Get another cat.
Learn to read music.
Go diving.
Plan a cheap and spartan funeral, and persuade my next of kin to stick to the plan.