I'm always interested in poking the buttons of those who think they've got it all figured out. It's almost an obsession. Someone who claims to speak for God, or me, or all people of any particular group draws me like a moth to the flame. An irritating smarmy moth who "just wants to talk".
Jennifer Aniston. People in general. I like them. I think they're cute, and some of them taste funny.
I like pretty much everything except country. And even then I like some New Country stuff like "The Eagles". What? They're not country? Then why do those country TV video stations play their stuff? (Not that I've ever watched any of it.) Classical, classic rock, trance, dance, alternative (whatever that is), pop, Jamaican (yeah, man!), strictly instrumental, you name it- I'm there.
Raising Arizona and almost anything by the Coen Brothers. Also, Cannery Row, My Cousin Vinny, Laurel Canyon, Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill (the first half was better than the second), GoodFellas.
Damages, Eli Stone, The Unit, Boston Legal, Friends and New Amsterdam.
I've read a lot of books. "Jitterbug Perfume" by Tom Robbins is the BEST book by far. It's fiction but if you read it right, it's also kind of life-changing; anything by Daniel Silva; anything by Neil Gaiman.
My brother.And lately, because of his penchant to buck the "let's talk about stuff that annoys me" trend on myspace, and because of his willingness to bring people together to share in stuff like, oh, I don't know, a five-part story blog, Tommy Blaze.Oh, and Lee - who just provokes the hell out of me to *think*. Love her!