Bubonic parasitic lobster vomit, cinnamon popsicles, sadomasadonicamorphengitis, pickles, cannibalistic dyspepsia, ponies, vampire support groups, squirrel baby guts interpretive dance, and the Great Merkabah.
Everybody...except all those that fall somewhere in that mediocre abyss of "normality," and all those caught up in American commercialism's propaganda meatmarket of white-bread fed suburbia spawn who aspire to grow up well-endowed, well-groomed, devoid of a soul, and sold off by the millions in tidy little rows of mannequinoids...them I'm not as fond of. But I digress!
Cannibal Corpse, soundtrack to the Muppets Christmas Carol, Cradle of Filth, Sonny and Cher's Greatest Hits, Dimu Borgir's Death-Cult Armagedon, Lee Greenwood, 70's AM Gold, Peter Frampton, A Rash of Warts: Soundtrack to The Hollywood Insider True Story, Billy Ray Cyrus, and Mr. Blobby.
Casablanca, The Godfather, Amadeus, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Citizen Kane, The Passion of Joan of Arc, Gone With the Wind, Schindler's List, Lawrence of Arabia, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.
@#%! all that shit...(Sorry, John Stewart, you're okay.)
The Dream and the Underworld, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Landsharks: Portrait of a Feeding Frenzy, and Billy the Incorrigible Bag of Semolina
Pip.