Smoothness.pole vaulting, hanggliding, laughing gas...seriously: music (especially torturing my lovely multi-continental guitar Sandy), situations that force me to speak in other languages, food.
Stevie Ray Vaughn
Mack Brown, Osama bin Laden (to put a boot in his ass. It's the American Way), Alan Jackson (same reason).By the way, I heard from Nick Joseph (my long lost friend) and went to his wedding. First down, Myspace.
Weezer, Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, Roy Orbison, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Muse, Bob Dylan, Radiohead, Bright Eyes, Neutral Milk Hotel, Toadies, Death Cab/Postal Service, Sondre Lerche, Manu Chao, various KROQ junk I should be ashamed of (My Chemical Romance, Snow Patrol, Jimmy Eats F'in World), Jay-Z, Chris Isaak, Astrud Gilberto, Radiohead, Portishead, Seal, Seeed, Element of Crime, Springsteen, Wyclef, Zero 7, Dashboard, David Garza, Ben Folds, , Goldfrapp, Poe, Portishead, Keane, Daft Punk, Fastball, Dire Straits, 9 of 10 songs on Wes Anderson sountracks especially Seu Jorge--the Brazilian David Bowie guy--and all things Motown.
I can't handle sitting still long enough to watch most of them, but I love to have seen a good one. Sin City worked. So did Spinal Tap, the Royal Tennenbaums, Bottle Rocket, Rushmore, Coming to America, and I didn't think Striptease was as bad as everyone said. But usually, they just make me want to set myself on fire.
The Office, Arrested Development, Colbert Report, the Daily, SportsCenter
Maus by Art Spiegelman was so good I dreaded the thought of it ending as I got into its later pages. The Satanic Verses is the best written thing I could never finish. Steve Martin and John Steinbeck are as good as it gets.
My grandmother Betty Pugh. I can't think of any close seconds.