Gardening; getting through my backlog of unread books; playing Phoenix Wright games on the Nintendo DS; reading magazines; setting my DVR to record shows I never actually watch; Forteana; subversive cross-stitch (which I don't seem to do anymore, but still like, in concept); chocolate martinis; Silk chocolate soy milk; going to shows; artsy fartsy things like museums, opera, and classical music performances; sex bloggers; the list goes on....
Fellow floozies, wayward secretaries, lust kittens, and some normal people for shits and giggles.
The Raveonettes; The Dresden Dolls; The Weakerthans; De Novo Dahl; Of Montreal; Pinback; Swearing at Motorists; The Shins; The Wrens; Breathless; Lamb; Placebo; The Smiths; The Postal Service; American Analog Set; Broken Social Scene; His Name Is Alive; California Guitar Trio; Leonard Cohen; Patty Griffin; Reclinerland
Priscilla, Queen of the Desert; Exotica; Office Space; Memento; Welcome to the Dollhouse; Safe; Swingers; Fight Club; Quills; anything by Russ Meyer.
Swingtown; Project Runway; Mythbusters; Top Gear (BBC version; the US version will suck balls, and not in the nice way); Harvey Birdman: Attorney at Law; Sealab 2021; a bunch of those house flipping / home renovation / cleaning & organizing shows on multiple channels that are really all the same show, just with different hosts in different cities.
Anything by Margaret Atwood, Chuck Palahniuk, T.C. Boyle or P.D. James; Katherine Dunn's "Geek Love"; William Gibson's "Pattern Recognition"; Donna Tartt's "The Secret History"; John Fowles' "The Magus". I tend to read most of these books once a year or so, and I just keep finding more reasons to love them.
My husband, who is not self-conscious in the sense of being fearful of what others think of him, but who is thorougly self-aware. I want to be more like him when I grow up.