Home-brewing. Darts. Disc golf. Yoga. Needling pin-headed gaffs who let the likes of Jon Bon Jovi and Kevin Costner make their political decisions for them. Pretty much all the things YOU should enjoy, jackass.
I'd say "God" here, but I tried looking for him/her/it one time on a heavy-duty acid trip and all I got was lost in a gas station.
Listening to one of the following makes you not an idiot, two makes you near human, three and I'll almost talk to you...Tool, A Perfect Circle, Sepultura, Mudvayne, Frank Sinatra, Slayer, Motorhead, Dean Martin, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, Bad Religion, Anthrax, Ray Charles, Social Distortion, Overkill, Clutch, Leahy, Rage Against the Machine, Seven Nations, Stonesour, Slipknot, Rusted Root, Umphrey's McGee, The Toadies, The Prodigy, Fear Factory, B.B. King, Muddy Waters, Dropkick Murphys, Empirion, Diecast.
The Quiet Man. Braveheart. Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels. Snatch. The Way of the Gun. Star Wars. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. Shaun of the Dead. Serenity. Dark City. Anything not made by Michael Moore, because he's a big fat hypocritical twatty. Or Maximum Overdrive, because that flick's a big stinking turdpile.
Heroes, Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations and Glann Beck are my dirty little secrets. Other than that, the boob tube's usually on TLC, Discovery Channel, History Channel, A&E or Comedy Central if its on at all. Shit rots your brain, man.
Reading the following books will give you the closest thing you'll ever have to an Operator's Manual for your Chuck SMASH!!!!..."Night" by Elie Weisel, "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho, "Stranger in a Strange Land" by Robert Heinlein, "The Dark Tower" by Stephen King, "Name of the Rose" by Umberto Eco, and "Dune" by Frank Herbert. "The Belgariad and The Mallorean" cycle by David Eddings. Pretty much anything *not* written by Dan Brown. (no warranty implied or intended)
Mark Twain. Terry Jacobus. Alan Ginsburg. Henry Rollins. Catallus. Maynard James Keenan. Charlie Papazian. Jim Koch. Anybody who beat up Michael Moore when he was just the fat kid in junior high whining about how important his useless opinion was.