Anything music related that doesn't involve or evoke cattle or bubbles.Media in general.Cooking for fun and profit.
Peeps and homies.
Currently stuck on NIN, Fiona Apple, and the new Korn. I also love Incubus and Smashing Pumpkins and long for the day when boy-bands and country music are outlawed.
Love em'. Love em' even more when they don't treat you like you're some American dumbass who can't figure out the intricacies of plot contained therein without using the same devices practiced by those afternoon specials we were forced to watch as teenagers (Master and Commander, anyone?)
Isn't that the thing I watch movies on?
Read a million of them in college. Lately I really liked "Fugitives and Refugees," Chuck Palahniuk's guidebook to Portland, Oregan.
Elizabeth "Hella" Fogle, my muse and the best part of waking up that doesn't involve Folgers in my cup. She rocks like Ozfest in a quarry. Oh, and my dog Suki, for showing me on a daily basis that brains really aren't a necessary element to a happy, fruitful life. Go Suk!