I like Big Edie, Little Edie, and the Marble Faun; skirts worn as capes, funny names, clutter, tragi-comic situations, eavesdropping, medallions,
jokes about nuns or pirates (or both), The Group, all types of mustard (but especially yellow), a good night's sleep, Tacoma, hybrid words, keyboard guitars, Overheard in New York, Pierre Salinger's eyebrows, the sauce, schadenfreude, seedy bars, meat, good grammar, good grades, and you (probably, unless you're ugly on the inside) (or unless you're a windbag); I don't like when people drive too fast in parking lots or vote Republican, grown women who talk like little girls, general discomfort, celery, misplaced apostrophes, control freaks, wood paneling, proselytizers, or being called ma'am.
I'd like to meet:
Generally agreeable types. And Willie Nelson and Margaret Cho. And maybe somebody who has had cat scratch fever. And some people who care about spelling (or, I guess more specifically, people who care about spelling words correctly).
Music:
You know how nature abhors a vacuum? Well, I too abhor a vacuum, but aside from that, I also abhor Dave Matthews, Alanis Morrisette, and Sheryl Crow. I really only like Willie Nelson.
And Wilco is always on heavy rotation. Oh, and I also like the F**king Eagles - and not just because I signed some marriage contract.
Movies:
Grey Gardens, The Jerk, The Kid Stays in the Picture, The World According to Garp, Educating Rita, The Royal Tenenbaums, Trading Places, Annie Hall, Heavy Metal Parking Lot, Coal Miner's Daughter, and This is Spinal Tap; I will watch a documentary on nearly anything.
Television:
I really love television. That is why we can never have cable.
Heroes:
Robert Evans, Steve Martin, and Willie Nelson
