drawing, cars and motorcycles (I used to be a mechanic), Trans Ams, writing creepy Gothic novels, promenading in conspicuous places, reading the dictionary, the color pink, striding around in a Napoleonic fashion making loud boasts about my world domination skillZ, full-contact hide-and-seek, Ultimate High-Fiving, promising to give people a dollar and then withholding it, leering at/ogling foxy eyebrows/noses, walking with my elbows out, NHL hockey (when I'm not ranting in punk mode against jocks)
I'd like to meet:
No raging noxious pervs (get outta here, Izzy, you freako! ;-p ) or strangers (get to know me first)... ENTPs/INTPs... Also, the inevitable Canadians. Because I *know* they're plotting, watching, waiting to (politely) invade the United States with their fancy-pants NORAD lasers! And then -- assimilation! You heard it here, folks.
Music:
the Clash, U2, Echo and the Bunnymen, the Psychedelic Furs, Simple Minds, the Cure, Big Country, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Billy Idol, Duran Duran, General Public, Pat Benatar, David Bowie, Alphaville, Joan Jett, the Spoons, the Gipsy Kings, Earth Wind and Fire, ELO, Stevie Wonder, RunDMC, Sade, big band, trance, breakbeats, old punk, classic rockabilly, obscure new wave,... plus, 1001 Glockenspiel Dance Hits, water dripping incessantly into the sink, any righteous emo band that makes me sit in a corner and cry off my mascara whilst knitting a little sweater with skulls all over it
Movies:
Mad Max, Blade Runner, Black Rain, The Fifth Element, Girl Shy, Modern Times, Speedy, The Circus, Support Your Local Sheriff, Strictly Ballroom, Terminator, The Narrow Margin (1952), The Wild One, Star Wars, Mrs. Brown, Jamaica Inn (1939), Now Voyager, Stage Door, Midnight (Claudette Colbert - Don Ameche), The Sons of Katie Elder, Cyrano de Bergerac (Jose Ferrer), Babyface (1933), silent movies (particularly Harold Lloyd), anything with Bette Davis or Barbara Stanwyck in it, LOTR (I won't lie -- I watch it because Craig Parker is a stud, yes, even in blond elf drag...)
Television:
Not big on tv... but I do like Futurama, M.A.S.H., Third Watch, NOVA, the crazy stuff that PBS runs; I'll admit to having an Eastenders addiction too (Phil, you mean chunky bald bastard! *hearts*)
Books:
Ancient history, old lit like Dumas and the Brontes, National Geographic, Scientific American (oooh, tres smarty-pants!), C.S. Lewis' essays, Catholic mystics like St. John de la Cruz, The Outsiders, ... I've also been amassing a library of hideous, reeking bad, eye-wateringly awful pulp sci-fi paperbacks, the sort that no one wants and you keep because because you like the idea of wanting something that makes you laugh and set it on fire at the same time. My friends aide and abet this behavior which is quite perverted of them.
Heroes:
Back in the old country, my name was His Majesty Herself when I assumed power over my Egyptian subjects, took the flail in my hand and had monuments built to me with manly muscles and a beard. I was a god then. But many people still worship me -- so many that I have keys to all their cities. I only use the keys when I want to illegally siphon water from the towers to fill my huge manmade lagoon staffed by cabana boys that I make dance for my amusement. But now, I'm simply Megan...
