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| So, what's with the name 'Noodle'? Eloquently put. Actually, the name Noodle was given to me in 1994 in a land far, far, away. I can't tell you why. No, really. I can't. Seriously, stop asking. |
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| Why do you do this thing, this so-called 'Subterranean Homesick Noos? Procrastination is a fine art. If I wasn't writing this, I would quite possibly be finishing up a novel by now. And then what would I complain about over a beer? |
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| I've been to Australia, why the hell would anyone leave there? Yes, Australia is ace. Think of it this way—I have not left it, I'm just not there. |
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| How did you end up in Manhattan? Short answer: I won the Green Card Lottery. I dreamt of a place where anything goes and the air smells ever-so-faintly of dog poop. So I hot-footed it to NYC with nothing but a laptop and a dream. Long answer: here, here and here. |
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| Do the toilets really flush the wrong way in Australia? No, they flush the correct way. Jerk. Who put you up to asking that question? |
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