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addicts and chemists who preclude 24-hr access to 24-hr Claritin-D (so I can facilitate a chat between them and my right fist), Albuquerqueans, allergists, anyone who can make me laugh, anyone with the left half of a Jackson, Buckeyes, bustowners, cable subscribers with TiVo, Cathnostics, cheap SRI consultants, concert buddies, DN(A/C/P) insiders, Dr. Larry “Curmudgeon†Kaskel, Eagles, early birds with tips, fad-free fashionistas, Federalist Society detractors, film buffs with DVD burners, gals with good insight, guys with good taste (straight: in women; gay: in everything else), guys (or gals) I can trust with car repairs, happy hour bartenders, haters of Juggalos not named Bob, health enthusiasts, hinterland home owners, homophiles, Matt Hunter, Ms. Niecy (preferably with Mark Brunetz in tow), music spazzes (as a hobby), my biological parents, Ohians, people with genuine smiles, people with interesting interests, people with Netflix, polite service sector employees, Redhawks/skins, sample troll defendants, snow skiers, straight shooters, tea drinkers, Tobe(y)s, toothsome comedians, Vikings, Yanks, yang, you
"This is the part where I'm supposed to list like a billion bands. Instead I won't." -- Gary "The Stunt Cock" Riggins. Of course, the incomparable WOXY deserves endorsement.I sometimes listen to KCRW and KEXP (podcasts mostly). 101.1 was my 6th-12th grade soundtrack. I'm not a music snob, just a music spazz. I know what I like: e.g., when it comes to blues music, I have a strong preference for male vocals, yet when it comes to jazz, I have a strong preference for female vocals, if any. After listening to The Rhyme, I figured out that I definitely dig 90s hip hop much more than old-school 80s (i.e., I'd take the "Cold Rock a Party" Bad Boy Remix of '96 over the MC Lyte of '88 any day). I'm a sucker for Afro-Latin and DJ-Kicks discs. Seems it won't happen again, but that Desdemona was good stuff. A few dozen bands I like send me bulletins; Ben Folds is the only one worthy of fan club membership, though. I also know what I don't like: emo, screamo, hardcore, noisecore, postcore, postpunk, pop punk, crap punk, crap pop, country, numetal, heavy metal, speed metal, slow jams, jam bands, ragga, reggae, reggaeton, dancehall, dub, easy listening, smooth jazz, bluegrass, doo-wop, and anything even remotely Celtic. Songs For Ice Cream Trucks is just plain ridiculous. CocoRosie = fingernails on a blackboard. Lastly, I’m gonna miss Little Brothers. Big time. Periodically edited: “Light and Day†by the Polyphonic Spree is stuck in my head. (Didn’t see them at h.o.b., but I did recently see that Scrubs episode... which reminds me, my e.s.s.m. dvd is m.i.a. = [Which reminds me, you’ve gotta listen to WNYC’s June 8th Radio Lab on memory. Actually, while you’re at it, listen to all of them: www.radiolab.org (3rd season ended Junish). (Is it just me, or ever since Katrina is that Andrei Codrescu dude on NPR, like, every other day?)])
I love movies. I have fandango.com bookmarked, and I have Carriage Place Movies 12 (you can still get in for 50 cents, but only if you’re with two or more people and only if it’s Monday) programmed in my esprelly-cell so I can call on Tuesdays to find out what's ending and what's coming. If I don't feel like waiting (or if it's awards season), I typically hit up Lennox AMC, Grandview Drexel, Polaris Rave, or the Gateway. I’ve been to Wexner for a few, but I usually forget about it. Studio 35 is a great place to enjoy a draft and a $4 flick (good pizza, too). No Netflix queue yet, but someday. I'm super stoked for Be Kind Rewind. Periodically edited: Knocked Up is the last movie I saw.
Although the MC fitness center's location and hours aren't terribly convenient, you can request any cable channel, which is pretty sweet. It's been nearly two years since I've had a TV, and it isn't too bad. Let me clarify, though: I'm not necessarily anti-TV in a Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy kind of way. Indeed, my Television section was inches longer than others before I relocated it to my blog. On occasion, I dogsit for my dad, and when I do, I get my fill of satellite (including Ms. Niecy). Recently, I've had my eye on Callahan's House and Fillmann's AD DVDs. Also: I'm trying to make "Damn Gina" popular again.
Suze Orman, Man's Search for Meaning, Dermatochemistry for Dummies, Of Pandas and People by Percival Davis and Dean H. Kenyon; I less than three Dick Lehne
Watching the Headline News channel doesn't typically make me cry, but their segment on Glamour magazine's Woman of the Year sure did it. Wow, Mukhtar Mai is a living saint. Speaking of living saints, my mom definitely qualifies. You seriously wouldn't believe what that woman has endured. Dad is also on the list, without a doubt. Another one as of 9/26/06: Bill frickin' Nguyen! Last but not least: Toxie. You say it's the tromatons, but I say it's your big heart.♥