These guys deserve some serious kudos. A very complicated and demanding fight, accentuated by light saber effects and edited with a seamless grace. Part Yuen Wing Po, part Bob Anderson. They needed wire work for one leap, but covered through editing and frankly, it doesn't hurt the fight at all. Really beautiful work.
Discovering an alternative energy source based on the reaction of mixing pasta with anti-pasta AND postulating an alternate instigation to the Bolshevik Revolution by way of Rasputin convincing the Romanovs that they needed more Faberge omlets for breakfast.No, I am not high.Oh, and pretty much anything to do with the arts so long as it's not produced by Jeff Koons. Everything else I'm interested in I foolishly try to do for a living: Medieval house construction, sword-making, photography, sculpture, play/screenwriting, video production, DJing, etc.You get the idea: I'm easily bored practicing just one skill...
Henry Rollins - to thank him for the autograph on the lesbian art postcard.
Peter Jackson - to shake his hand. And ask for a job.
Jon Stewart, Joel McKay & Kieth Olberman - to hand them handfuls of dollars for all the one-liners I stole from them & explain this complicated marriage proposal my quadrilaterally enamored bride to be has in mind. Don't ask.
Christopher Walken - to have him write a fan letter to an ex-partner I wronged. And have coffee with. No Decaf!
Anything but old country, Green Day or Smashing Pumkins, please. Lately, it's Juno Reactor, Massive Attack, Aaron Copeland, Stuart Copeland, Days of the New, European acid hous remixes, Punjabi MC & mogolian throat blues.
All of them, so long as there is no sign of Jim Carrey in them. Lion in Winter (not the Close/Stewart version, but the Hepburn/O'Toole version), Richard Lester's Three & Four Musketeers, The 5th Element, Sin City, Fellowship of the Ring, Bourne Identity, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Last of the Mohicans, Heat, Ronin and anything with Selma Hayek in it. A close second to watching them, of course, is making them...
Only for the commercials. I have the attention span of a rabid fruit bat. If in couch potato au Grautin mode, then: Scrubs, Battlestar Galactica, Stargate SG1 reruns, CSI, Law & Order & The Daily Show.
Love 'em when I have time to read 'em, which is rare. In the past, it was all Fantasy & Sci-Fi (Tolkien, Leiber, Howard, Heinlein, Moorcock, etc) but lately it's historical not-fiction or social satire. Think I'll try some Tom Robbins soon...
My Dad, Frithjof Martin Lunde, for not strangling me at birth and basically showing me the path to follow. Of course, I'm still a few steps behind, but I have a notion of where he's leading and it's all cool. I love him quite a lot.