Me on a typical sunday afternoon:
Writing. Feeling Giddy. Good poetry. Bad poetry. Marathons that don't involve running. Admiring honesty in others. Giving things up for lent. Baseball. Reminding people that the Dolphins were undefeated in 1972. Performing Mortal Kombat style finishing moves in a game of darts. Playing violent video games with the roommie.
Sidd Finch.
Anything that makes me feel good and pretentious as I'm walking around with my iPod. To name a few names, I have worn out many a copy of Bowie's "Hunky Dory" in my day. And dont get me started on Mi Burrito Sabanero.
"You're right, I'm a bigot, but for the left."
"Why are you wearing girl shoes?
These aren't girl shoes.
Yes they are.
Bloody Fascist!"
Remember that glorious year I had cable? With ondemand??? Those were the days. I now get my kicks from watching the Korean channel or forcing my roommate to watch 3 hour documentaries on Castro on Channel 13.
Regardless, a few favorites when I'm sober:
Freaks and Geeks, Arrested Development, Weeds, Buffy, Veronica Mars, The Daily Show, Project Runway, Pimp My Ride, anything on Trio's "Brilliant, but Canceled"
A few favorites when I'm drunk and/or hungover:Pimp My Ride, Made, Next, Degrassi Junior High, that reality special on fat camp
Anything by George Orwell, who gives the most honest answer for why he writes in the aptly titled essay, "Why I write:" Sheer Egoism. Other than that, I'm perhaps too much a fan of Kurt Vonnegut. I love the things he says and agree that any man who can't explain himself to a five year old is a fraud. And of course:
The verdict:Super Gay Rey loses to the prince. ROLL STICKY BALL!!