Being a stranger. Middle of the night phone calls to vent frustration. Thick books. Furniture design. Manual Labor and the ensuing Splinters. Excersize. Wingmen. Long distance text messages. Innapropriate laughter. Bringing my pillow with me on overnights, then sleeping underneath it. Writing lists, then drawing lines through items on the list once they become finished, bought, or accomplished. Being logical punctuated by bouts of intense loss of perception of reality. Raw fruits and Veggies. Baby Birds. Crooning. Lezzo's out for afternoon fondles. Casual layabout afternoons full of spooning and short catnaps. Passels of people on beds. Eyore slippers as shoes.
Our Lady of Perpetual Virginity.
Play. Don't Argue.
You just don't know.
Harold and Maude. Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Magnolia. American Psycho.The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser. Cosmos: A Personal Voyage.Style Wars. Yada Yada Yada.
House. Also Boston Legal. See: fetishes.
Contact. Also the never ending geniosity of Georgia Nicholson who is my alter ego.
Bobbi Paulson, Gregg Paulson, Carl Sagan, Steven Hawking, Sir Arthur C. Clarke, Howard Hughes, Ronny King, Angus Mitchell . Also, am I the only person to put themselves on their hero list? Cos I kinda am.