Word. I have this keen sense of being able to tell which direction the person opposite of me will go once they reach me. This is of course when they are walking towards yours truly. Once this is realized, I am able to turn the other way in order to not cause a collision. I have many other talents.
A whole tray of hamburgers.
Metal/Hardcore, but not the stuff that goes "clang clang clang clang". That shit's whack. Lamb of God/Everytime I Die/Norma Jean/Falling Cycle. Classical and instrumental music hits the spot, right above my trachea, especially when I sing along. Opera is a fancy of mine as well, and those jazz cats know how to party...Thelonius Monk? Yes please.
Pootie Tang/Malibu's Most Wanted/Bedazzeled should be a box set. Guy Ritchie films, George Lucas, 007, Star Trek's subpar (but who wouldn't like to know Clingon? Right nerds?). Kung Fu movies like or unlike Ricky Ho. The Rundown was better than expected.
Seinfeld. Adult Swim. Curb Your Enthusiasm. Arrested Devolpment. The Shield. Nip/Tuck. Animé television could fall under Adult Swim status. Recently added to the list is Stella; and although not on television, Eddie Izzard.
Lloyd Alexander, Dan Brown, JK Rowling rouses both my innermost and outermost child. Intellectual reads such as The Divine Comedy and Paradise Lost also tickle my (insert synonym for "fancy"). Oh yeah, and I would mention Greek Myth, but I don't want to be one of those guys.
turkey, ham, oil vinegar, lettuce, mayo