Comedy, writing (http://hintysen.com), power pop and punk music (I'm very particular but my taste is impeccable), photography, and most of all doing whatever I can to help my family and my people. Whatever, wherever, whenever. You know who you are.
That hot-as-fuck chubby chaser Sarah Silverman (I did manage to stare at her blue-jeaned ass for 10 minutes once as she waited to go up at the L.A. Improv), the too-brilliant-for-this-earth motherfuckers Penn and Teller, Ween, Dave Attell, the perfect woman for me, Otto and George, Moe Berg (rock band Pursuit of Happiness), the lumpy-hot Kim Deal, Trey and Matt, Conan... I would say Larry David but we'd both disappoint each other I think.
Taking stock in my head just now, it's kind of amazing how many people I've already met who would have otherwise been on my list, and how I learned through them that celebrities can be cool or cunty, just like everyone else. It's been good.
Ween (If I won the lottery I'd follow those fuckers around on tour like they were the Grateful Dead), X, the MUFFS, Psycotic Pineapple, Devo, Pixies, Pursuit of Happiness, Romantics, XTC, new stuff like Sugarcult and Dollyrots, Art Brut, Wizenhiemers, c'mon there are literally a thousand more. The Mattoid of course.
It's not that bad.
All-time favorite is Geek Love by Katherine Dunn. Just got going on Bukowski, better late than never, we'll be good friends before my end. Lately been reading non-fiction trying to figure myself out better, such as Freakonomics, Satisfaction and On Desire. I like biographies, even bad ones like Bonaduce's are OK. Some day I'll do a book I'm happy with. Maybe.
I have to spend a lot of one on one time with people before I can consider them heroes. So far, the list is at four:
Blake Sinclaire Daniel
Doug Stanhope
Renee Morrison
Andrew Andrist
With a couple others moving up and down the charts.