road trips, $1.25 margaritas, sour patch kids, rock formations, waxing poetic about the 80s, religious art, river phoenix, creepy roadside attractions and their souvenir t-shirts
jack black (i think he's the sexiest man alive). john waters (the facial hair). russ feingold (politician with balls. big ones). bob odenkirk (if i had to choose between bob and david cross, i'd go with bob every time). elizabeth berkley (so many reasons).
the smiths, the clash, the libertines, the hang-ups, the postal service, the flaming lips, the dandy warhols, the cure, the animators, the new pornographers, the pixies, the futureheads. i only listen to bands with 'the' in the name.ok, and individuals whose names can't support a 'the.' like sufjan stevens (with whom i want to have hundreds of babies), jon brion, elliott smith (who i hope keeps releasing posthumous albums like tupac), vanessa paradis (singing songs about having babies with johnny depp can't be a bad thing), sondre lerche, neko case, and like a million others.
edward scissorhands, annie hall, hannah and her sisters, waiting for guffman, defending your life, singing in the rain, my own private idaho, strictly ballroom, donnie darko, amelie
mr. show, sbtb, freaks & geeks, northern exposure, buffy, veronica mars, how i met your mother, feshitity, lost, robot chicken, deadliest catch, mad men. so many others (i work at a television museum, after all)
art school confidential. even though it's not a book and it's like 4 pages long. but it is on paper.
corky st. clair, willy wonka, david brent, jeepers creepers semi-star, mr. belding, hansel, kim kelly, lady elaine fairchild.all fictional, all brilliant.