You.
No, really.
Well, other things count too.
But mostly You.
Creepy.
MY SON. Get the HELL OUT OF ME.
And - uh - Katharine Hepburn. Wonder if she was actually that person? Eddie Izzard'd be kinda cool too. My husband as a young 20-something, the Artist Formerly Known As, Jane Austen (now THERE'S a snarky bitch!), my maternal grandmother, oh - so on and so on...
In my CD player right now: Goldfrapp. Ugh.
Bela Fleck and the Flecktones, Reverend Horton Heat, Beastie Boys, Beck, Pixies, Fiona Apple, Belly, Billie Holliday, Stina Nordenstam, Rob Zombie, John Lee Hooker, Wilco, Dave Matthews Band, Medeski Martin and Wood, Liz Phair, Dido, Tricky, the Rolling Stones, Neil Young and Crazy Horse, Cafe del Mar, Jamiroquai, the Velvet Underground, Faithless, Jeff Buckley, Sting, Cake, Bjork, Eagles, the Flaming Lips, the Postal Service, Bright Eyes, Self, White Stripes, the Bloodhound Gang, Prince, Al Green, David Gray, Erykah Badu, Steve Earle, Rasputina, Sinead O'Connor, Earth Wind and Fire.
Oooohhh... Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Dogma, Chasing Amy, Dangerous Liasons, Elizabeth, Lady Jane, Much Ado About Nothing, Casino, Moulin Rouge, Baz's Romeo and Juliet, Tea With Mussolini, Gone With the Wind, 28 Days Later, the Lion in Winter, Kill Bill I and II, Juon, Ong-Bak, Kung Fu Hustle, Clueless, Mallrats, Edward Scissorhands, the Fifth Element...
...has eaten my brain. And soul. And personality.
Hmmmm... Currently: C.S. Lewis's Till We Have Faces; The Good Earth, and When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops (George Carlin RULES). Always: anything by Orson Scott Card, Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, Isaac Asimov, C.S. Lewis, Keats, Louisa May Alcott, Silverberg, Heinlein, Amy Tan, and Jane Austin.
...are overrated, but absolutely essential.