stalking my enemy, plane crashes (and, sort of perversely, travel and commercial airlines) not answering the phone when people call because they always want me to talk about my FEELINGS or WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO. GAH. Staying up as late as I can on work nights so that I'm grumpy in the morning. Driving. Laughing at your pretentious every-moment-must-be-documented-no-matter-how-inane Flickr photos. Listening to the radio on scan until it drives passengers bananas. Blackjack and slot machines. My grandmother. Harrassing The Man. Perfume. The beach. Monkeys. The Yankees.
Hideki Matsui, Dr. Johnny Fever.
It occured to me that I should answer some of these things in a non-flip way, so here goes: I love Radiohead, Tom Waits, The Beastie Boys, M Ward, Jay Z, Leonard Cohen, Paolo Conte, Frank Sinatra. Bing Crosby, Stan Getz, Brian Eno, Cypress Hill, Air, Bryan Ferry, Roxy Music, Bob Dylan, Hot Hot Heat, Dandy Warhols, The Smiths, Bad Religion, Fugazi, Bad Brains, Underdog, Murphy's Law, The Pogues, Dead Can Dance, Run DMC, Cocteau Twins, Supercat, The Specials, and LIONEL RICHIE, of course. I mean, that should go without saying, right?My musical taste is stunted. Perhaps it's because I primarily listen to Radio Ambient when I'm at work AND at home. What? It's soothing!!!! And I can be a little high strung!!!!
I'm far too spazzy to go to the movies too often (note: i am convinced that someone is going to chuck a bomb in the theater), but I seem to remember loving Spinal Tap, Forbidden Zone, The Man With Two Brains, Better off Dead, Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, Drop Dead Fred, Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, and anything with Anthony Michael Hall, because he's a dreamboat.
I love every single show on television. ALL OF THEM.
I always have my professional reader read me books, and to be honest, her accent is a little annoying so I pretend to be asleep.
I kind of love Susan Tyrrell.