"Midnight" marine salvage, sailing, and generalized careening with a bit of intrigue associated. Monkeying aorund. Feigning mediocrity for fun and profit. Amateur piracy. Asian and Indian cuisine. Moss gardening. Parsimony. Avoiding scorpions. Living life to it's fullest. Breaking glass. Shouting "Grease the cock!" at unsuspecting pedestrians. Answering the phone in nonsense language. Prodding roadkill. Walking funny.
I'd like to meet:
Someone with one huge arm, like a lobster, and one small one, like a mouse leg. Now THAT would be cool. Ancient Romans. George Orwell. Rasputin. Morrissey. Not Hitler, but definately Eva Braun. Ulysses S. Grant. Otherwise, I'd like to meet anyone as long as they aren't boring and petulant, unless, of course, they ARE boring and petulant and their interest in meeting me is that they might want to be tormented as part of some highly strange psychiatric disorder, such that their percieved normalcy depended on and is indeed anchored by the emotional and simulated physical abuse foisted upon them by a somewhat salt and peppered medical doctor who nonetheless is obsessed with sailing, dogs, high-fashion/high-function headgear and powerful firearms. Someone who dips their feet in tool-handle plastic instead of wearing normal footwear might be an interesting person. It would be cool to say that I'd love to meet Prince, although I have a feeling he's really not that hip in person and probably comes off as just this weird little pervert short guy who uses too much aqua-net hairspray and has stupid tattoos. He's probably one of those people who makes you take your shoes off in his house, thereby embarassing the lot of us out there who grew up during the Sperry craze of the 80's and walk around sockless with bags of rotten leather masquerading as "deck shoes" on our feet. I'd like to meet a sasquatch, but probably only for lunch as I understand that they can be a bit clingy. A real psychic driven completely mad by her omniscience and forced to descend into a callous world of Id satisfaction by means of sexually deviant promiscuity and vagal stimulation via icewater gastric lavage in an attempt to escape from the maniac reality of her life would be an interesting bar pickup now that I think of it. I would love to meet the Vatican. I don't mean the Pope, either, just the actual city.
Music:
The Cure, The Smiths, Violent Femmes, Minor Threat, Sex Pistols, The Damned, Angry Samoans, The Clash, Butthole Surfers, The Pogues, Oi Polloi, The Templars, RUSH, Led Zepplin, Old Ozzy, The Misfits, Iron Maiden, Christian Death, Scorpions, Simon and Garfunkle, Phish, Grateful Dead, Jethro Tull, Irish Fiddle, Duran Duran, Toto, Eurythmics, Ani DiFranco, Craven Morehead, NWA etc etc...
Movies:
The Fucktard Trilogy Episodes 1,2 and Steve
Television:
"Dirty Jobs" is the only thing worth watching that isn't animated."Scarred" is a pretty entertaining though depressing eleucidation of the degradation and fate of western society via Xsports and generalized mental midgetry...
Books:
Too many...been reading alot of Mark Leyner lately as well as some Bill Bryson nonfiction amongst many, many other things...I once had a landlord who claimed that he only read reference.
Heroes:
That Japanese feller who eats all those franks.
The father of Natalie Holloway's stepfather who had the cojones to name his firstborn son "Jug". Phil Byrum's beard. The minutemen. The dude who sailed from LA to Tokyo without any navigation instruments, following the jet trails westbound across the pacific.
