Not interests... more like Passions
Anyone who can tolerate me even after getting to know me...
Jazz, Ska, Orchestral, Some Punk, TOOL, 80s Pop, Classic Rock, Blues...et cetera
There are some movies that make me cry, I am secure to admit. Not "Oh that's so sweet/sad" girly cry. More like "Oh my god, that could really happen" or "Geeze that's depressing" cry. I cried during Rocky II... that's an odd one. But it was so emotional when his wife entered a coma after hemorraging and giving birth a month premature. You watch that scene, and if you don't cry then you have no heart.
I like Donnie Darko but hate how it's become a hit simply because it's a cult film. Same with Quentin Tarantino. I like his first couple of films, but then his cult following started worshipping him and anything he touches, which is why Kill Bill got so much hype (too much hype). Same thing with Napolean Dynamite. I don't understand the infatuation people have with that movie. The movie makes no sense and has no value whatsoever. But that's just my opinion (I'm full of 'em).
Some movies I saw and liked include (no particular order):
Comedy Central (I love stand-up comedy... well when it's good), Nicktoons, Adult Swim, a little anime here and there, G4TechTV (Yes, I am a geek), Discovery Channel (though I don't understand the hype about vehicle building nowadays), IFC, Sundance, Nick@Nite, a few classic sitcoms...etc.
I don't much like to read. The last book I read for leisure was Douglas Adams's The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which was a year ago, and I never even finished it... But it'll be a movie soon so I'll finish the story there. ;-P
Sometimes, though, things can be so interesting that I read them without noticing that I'm reading them. That's really the only way you'll get me to read anything. They usually aren't books, though. More like articles.
My father comes to mind. He never went to college and he works sixty hours a week and then a night job for about sixteen or so hours a week to support his family. Sure, I mean, he's SUPPOSED to support his family, right? Well, we have a huge family, so it's no easy task. And what makes him even more wonderful is that he is able to do all of that with a grin. I mean, no one wants to work at a hardware store for their entire life. He worked his way up to management, where he has more responsibilities than he's paid for, and he doesn't like going to work everyday. But he does it because he loves his family more than anything. And he doesn't gripe about it to anyone. He always seems excited, though I can tell he hates the lifestyle. But he is successful in life. He has raised a heck of a family, especially considering where we started. I should probably tell him all of this...
My mother, too. Not as much a hero as my father, but my mother is one bright woman. She isn't the smartest (she's by no means dumb, though), but she is very strong and understanding. She knows a lot about life in general, as she's been through a lot. I see a lot of my mother inside myself. She only needs one more credit hour for her associates degree (she got pregnant and dropped out of community college). She, too, has aided in shaping six well-rounded kids (Well, four for now... we're waiting to see how the other two turn out...), once she started taking prozac, mostly. Though I think even before that, when she would beat me with a belt or wiffle bat or hanger... well let's just say I learned a lot the hard way. But I am somewhat glad about all of that. Because of her, I am disciplined and well-mannered. I think the only thing she failed with me is my laziness, probably because of her hypocritical "Don't just sit on your ass! Clean this room!" as she sat on her ass. Again... pre-prozac. She is a wonderful woman, and I'm thankful to be her son. I should tell her all of that, too...
But what's a hero, anyway?