umbrellas, chuan fa, strange rabbits, the totemic power of objects, red socks, muay thai, bad monkeys, tequila, artifacts, fire, filipino stick fighting, sharp objects, disturbances, compassion, dim light, old medical equipment, bones, cars that remind me of the millenium falcon, chin na, traditions, incongruously complex mechanical devices of some antiquity, provocations, grace, empathy, poetry, sake, dead tech, strong coffee, going fast, respect, rodeos, climbing, dancing, oddities, cooking, watching things grow, gun street girls, grey areas, circuses, rythms, things that fit in pockets, languages, wild things, et al.
my fate with a decent degree of wit.
Mostly bad soundtracks. And some other stuff. And bagpipes.
I think Kung Fu Hustle may be the greatest movie of all time. Also, if they made a 'You Got Served' 2, 3, 4, and 5, I would be right there for every one.
Okay. Yes. I admit it. I sometimes watch television. I even own one now (someone gave it to me), although I have yet to plug it in.
I like the way they smell. I haven't tasted one since I was pretty small, though.
Sun Wu-Kung. Molly Millions. Tank Girl. Zatoichi. There are a quite a few others I'd buy a beer for, too.