I would be interested to know why my nose always runs after I brush my teeth. If you don't haul anything but your butt or your groceries...I am interested to know why you bought a Humvee. Here's an interested tidbit...low fat foods...does it cost THAT much to not add the fat? Because, honestly, I don't see the need for the high rate of increase. Really. Most of all, I am interested in why you think you're interesting. Can you burp the periodic table of the elements? Did your mother invent folding lawn chairs? Are you afraid of small airborne rodents? Come on people, fess up! This is what the internet's for. That, and porn.
Will Ferrell (I'll forgive Bewitched...but it's gonna be hard). Chuck(s) Palahniuk and Klosterman. That cute guy that works at Starbucks. Vince Vaughn (but only if he makes Owen Wilson come too...so I can kill two birds with one stone). The man who invented I Can't Believe it's Not Butter...spray. Mary Roach. Jasper Fforde. J. J. Abrams (that man is a TV God among mere mortals!). I wouldn't kick Keith Urban outta my bed for eating crackers. Banksy (if you don't know him, you should). Amy and David Sedaris!! Stewie Griffin (don't give me crap...I know he's a cartoon...but I still think we'd have a good time). Jane Austen. The Dude (or, El Duderino...if you're not into that whole brevity thing). Santa Claus and God -- together, at once. The tweakers who stole my car (just to thank them). Seeing as I won't win the cosmic lottery (...looks like the Chucks and Will are away from the phone) I guess I'm up for meeting random Earthlings. If you're (a) non-creepy (b) an enjoy-er of the film de cinema OR (c) just bored -- give me a shout.
It's all about the Sirius. Death to terrestrial radio!!
"I woke up in a Japanese family's rec room...and they would not stop screaming."
Lost makes me pack extra granola bars when I fly. Family Guy always makes me giggle -- even if I've seen it a gillion times. I loathe reality TV. I also loathe (in a lesser degree) hospital shows. Grey's Anatomy is not a hospital show. Mike Rowe and his Dirty Jobs can make me a happy gal. I can get sucked into Mythbusters pretty damn easy. Reno 911! is reason enough to get up in the morning. I work out every morning whilst watching The Food Network...I hope it's not counterproductive. Arrested Development...RIP...sob...hiccup...sob. And right NOW...you MUST google...Pants Off Dance Off. Trust me, you'll probably hate it, but realize, this is what makes America grand.
I have made my living selling the written word. Don't knock it...retail is at best, a tricky beast...but this is where papercuts go to die. I read too much, too often, and at inappropriate intervals. I actually have a car book. If I had a bigger purse, I'd have a purse book too. Recommendations gladly given (as well as accepted) -- free of charge.
Know thy inner Kramer.
(The ridiculous wacky neighbor version, naturally. NOT the icky racist spouting one. Duh.)
Sorry, Bob...but I still want to have Will Ferrell's children.
'I now believe that the only way in which Americans can rise above their ordinariness, can mature sufficiently to rescue themselves and to help rescue their planet, is through enthusiastic intimacy with the works of their own imaginations.'
-- Kurt Vonnegut