Things I don't like so much:
angel wings, the fact that Chick-fil-A is closed on Sundays, CD liner notes with 80 pages of pictures but no song lyrics, Bratz dolls, reality shows, wearing shirts with words, especially ones like:
" CHOCOHOLIC! ",
or " Got the itch to bitch ",
those glittery purses with the shiny giant sequins,
country music, ONIONS,
unwarranted impatience, my attention span, seafood (even though I so want to like it),
Makes me happy:
mangoes, clearance sales, Halloween! ,
reduction sauces, TiVo, funky fresh fun fonts, dairy, the peloton, driving through the Lindbergh tunnel, reality shows, big chunks of potato in my food, vintage enameled metal flowering branch wall ornaments, patterns with circles, Halloween (have I mentioned that?), onomatopoeias, scary old cookbooks with hideous food pictures...
Edgar Allen Poe, Elvira and Vincent Price, preferably at the same time. Bring your wooden stake and silver bullets, Elvira!
My tastes are pretty limited within the history of music of the world, confined for the most part to music made within the last 60 years or so and heavily weighted with artists from only 4 of the 7 continents. I don't own any 18th-century chamber music or c. 200 BC Greek temple chants, I don't have music from anywhere near Burkina Faso or Guyana, and sadly, I own nothing that is recorded in a Bengali, Portuguese or even Mandarin dialect. ~ . . ~ Instead, my constricted collection is littered with such Anglo-centric mainstreamities as Rasputina, Leonard Cohen, The Styrenes, Kittie, The Chubbies, Bread, Arctic Monkeys, Koko Taylor, Shonen Knife, Static-X, The Pubes, Kate Bush, !!!, Le Tigre, Joy Division, Bjork, Sex Pistols, Sex Robots, Bloodhag, Missy Elliot, Elvis, Lords of Acid, Tori Amos, Dimmu Borgir, Modwheelmood, Shirley Bassey, Dinletir, Laurie Anderson, Sleater-Kinney, Yellow Machinegun, Greenlight, The Nationals, even Nine Inch Nails, and plenty of even embarrassingly more mainstream pop guilty pleasures that I'll only occasionally admit to owning. And listening to. Repeatedly.
The weirder the better. I have a weakness for anything by the Lynch family (David or Jennifer), Peter Chung, David Cronenberg or Peter Greenaway. I also love most things by Bjork, Wes Anderson, Stanley Kubrick, Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Hayao Miyazaki and Ang Lee before he was Hulkified.
I sure don't read as much as I used to, and I think it shows in my vocabalary and communication skillz. My habit of devouring 10 books in one week is long-passed - now I'm lucky if I read one in 10 months. I've loved everything I've ready by Margaret Atwood. I've always wished I could get more into trashy romance novels, but the closest I've come is the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, since it is endearingly set in St. Louis. There are plenty of others that I love that are either too numerous or too nerdy to list.