I'm pretty fascinated with anything old. If the 1940s and 1950s had the Internet, reliable air conditioning, and Ipods, I'd want to live there.
If you see us out, say hi. We're pretty friendly, unless you're an idiot or a hippy. I fucking hate hippies.I would also not like to meet anyone who thinks it's a great idea to drive a hybrid, lecture me on politics, the environment, the economy, the war on terror, or anything else they're an expert on because Keith Olbermann explained it to them. Save your lecture. Save it for a convention of people who enjoy lectures.
Any good Oi (that's street punk for you kids) Rockabilly, psychobilly, "outlaw" country, high speed bluegrass. I have tried to model my life after the collected works of Southern Culture on the Skids.
Anything that bends my mind is cool with me. Of course nothing beats intelligent action flicks, like the Bourne trilogy. I'll watch anything that was actually filmed in Moscow, I'm fucking fascinated with that place. If you haven't seen Boondock Saints, you suck.
I hate car and bike shows. Give me some crab fishing, or some Everest, even Lockup kicks ass compared to the absolute garbage that passes for hotrod shows on TV. (Not including Overhaulin, because hey, Chip and Chris did give me an award once)
Anything by Robert Crais, Carl Hiaasen, Elmore Leonard, Tim Dorsey, etc. If you know who those guys are, you'll get how my mind works. At least the part of it that reads books.
My Dad. My wife, for becoming a rollergirl.