Music:
Anything you can sing along with, even if there happens to be no wordsPaul Anka, Smuthers Brothers, Artie Shaw, DjFunk, and Billie friggin Holiday, fleasmydoghas
Movies:
grown intensely cold over the ages; my taste in movies has slimmed down to the occasional film noir. of course, i do enjoy the motif of vaudeville-esque snuff flicks. only if there are wide sweeping panoramic shots of endless woods and truncated action sequences a la Depalma or Tarentino......yeah, i'm not really trying to make any serious sense. let me paraphrase:I like movies. Movies are fun.
Television:
Rock over london, Rock on Chicago, Heinz, its America's favourite catsupForgive me, but i fuckin love that show Lost, i have had an empty space in my soul since there was no more twin peaks...lost is a faded substitution, but it manages amuse me on a weekly basis
Books:
yes, all of them currently enjoying One Flew Over the Cukoo's Nest for the umpteenth time though
Heroes:
as much as i despise the bastard for doing it, my personal hero would have to be that fuckin' owl that stole my hat. The timing, the precision, the skill. Only the craftiest and greatest of the Great Horned Owls could possibly pull that caper off. He even waited until i was sufficiently drunk and lost in the desert. He took, no - SEIZED the opportunity at the exact moment when i ran into that gigantic thorn bush and fell flat on my back, swooped in and stole my favorite hat.... i WILL have my revenge some day, your days are numbered Owl!!!!!!Milo Aukerman, of the Descendents fame. one man that understands spastic retards like me, ALL