Melting crayons on my car dashboard, bald tire licking, collecting unused, expired supermarket coupons, peeling dried Elmer's (tm) Glue from my body as if it were real skin, buying fine grain sandpaper in bulk and re-selling it at a loss and finally, skipping to my Lou.
Michael Palin, Eddy Izzard, Chris Rock, any actress that played "Catwoman", Bill Clinton, Ellen Degeneres (before the dog nonsense), Larry David, Mikhail Gorbachev, a tornado, preferrably from several miles away, and anyone that doesn't smell like cabbage on the third Wednesday of January. I don't want to meet or for that matter share the same bus seat with anyone named "Missy Lou". I am sorry, some of you Missy Lou's are very nice, I am sure, but your name makes me want to become the next contestant on the Price is Right and bid 100 dollars on every item. A Catholic Priest who doesn't masturbate. My parents, they died before I was conceived, and seriously, voluptuous and zaftig women.
Infected Blackhead, Philbert and the Steamed Shumai, G.O.N.T.O.R.K., Ribbon, Two Raised to the Third, Herman Melville, Phatigue, Blanche and The Bad Perms, Stumped, At The Roxy, Koincidence, Kramer's Choice, Mild Mannered Ken Dolls, Skreaming Eeevil, Tortoise Soup, Croozin' for a Broozin', Hankering.
"Superbad","Waiting for Guffman", "Office Space", "Ghost World", "High Fidelity", "Swingers", "Lost in Translation", "Rear Window", "After Hours", "Bridge on the River Kwai", "Stranger Than Paradise"
Curb Your Enthusiasm, The Office, History Detectives, Seinfeld, Nova, American Experience. I don't watch reality TV, but I have been known to be curious about American Idol, but only on the Wednesday night vote-off show.
Warranty for my new mp3 player, although I didn't finish it because someone spoiled the ending for me. Also, recently, "Innumeracy" and "Divided by God".
Bugs Bunny, Bill Murray and New Zealand's Flight of the Conchords. The inventor of mystery meat and the creator of Mystery Meet (a blind dating service). Puff the Magic Dragon did no make this list, though he did receive a Ms. Congeniality award. It hangs proudly on the left wall of his cave next to his dragon bowling trophies. That implies he has a mantel or a shelf--he doesnt: he hangs them by a thread of yarn in a very disturbing manner. I am going to boycott the imagination that thought him up because of it. And finally, McLovin.