playing de facto FEMA within the walls of our apartment, watching flicks scored from the library racks and/or free netflix trials (let's hear it for changing addresses and losing my credit card), rocking shows, pretending to be making songs, hanging out with friends every month or so, and risking the reek of onions and disdain of the beautiful tornado to savor Powers hamburgers downed with large malts.
Shel Silverstein. Mostly, I'd like to meet someone who would hand me an unlimited airfare card so I could visit my friends.
Then I'd sell some of the miles to get: a red Volvo station wagon with factory rims, a home with double sink/washer dryer/bowling lane, vinyl and CDs pressed/promoted, beats from my friends I'd finally be able to pay, a home with a basement, a big bathtub with a hot water heater turbo enough to keep the tub stocked with nap-worthy water, hammocks in all the places I frequent and a bunch of other good stuff.
The cool thing about the unlimited airmiles card is I could sell off millions of miles and still have infinity to go.
little
lots
Rockford Files, Banacek, Law and Order, Voltron, the Goodies, Robbery Homicide Division, Nowhere Man, Columbo, MASK, 60 Minutes, The Shield, Deadwood, Nip/Tuck, The Dead Zone, Transformers, MI-5, Monk and a bunch of other junk I don't see very often as I don't have cable.
Anything from Dick Francis, Martha Grimes, Preston and Childs, Robert B. Parker (except for the first Spenser novel), Les Roberts, S.J. Rozan, Bill Kent, Donald Westland, James Rollins, Nicola Griffith, Michael Connelly, and all the other novelists whose library stashes I've run through. I'm currently on a Bartholomew Gill run which is more like a leisurely stroll. If you have suggestions for other dope mystery novelists, please let me know.
Blarney the pirate.