ALL THING GREAT AND SMALL... Anything with 4-8 legs, (or no legs,) fur, feathers, or scales. Music, art, unless it sucks, a clean bed and a good meal. Also, watching people make choices, and giving them the benifit of the doubt. Unless their stupid... and then I tell them that their stupid and move on. ;}
Leonardo da Vinci-cause I'm all about the lefties! center .. "GOOD TIMES!"......(& REAL good friends;) .
LOCAL: FLOOD (I'm kinda biast!) Salting JobE, Dine Alone, Deafing, and all the other amazing HBC bands in H-Town. Dave M., Blind Melon, Temple of the Dog, (and anything else Chris has been a part of!) Non Point, HED PE, Skindred, old Jane's Addiction..... ETC!MY FIRST CRUSH.... ANOTHER CRUSH... (Does anyone know why I said "yes" to Robert?!?!?) .... ............."I BET HOLLY-WOULD!".............
Pulp Fiction, Dogma, Tomb Stone, and anything animated thats done well....... .. ..
No time... Too many hobbies. IE: Work, Animals, Husband, and his "singing"! :}
Anything Richard Adams has done. Maia is my fav. I LOVE ME SUM short stories. The spookier, the better. S. King, D. Coontz(SP)?, Anything with good art displays. This short made me smile... I liked the humor.TOO FAR (Fredric Brown) 1907-1972 R. Austin Wilkinson was born a vivant, man about Manhattan, and chaser of women. He was also an incorrigible punstr on every possible occasion. In speaking of his favorite activity, for example, he would remark that he was a wolf,as it were, but that didn't make him a werewolf. Excruciating as this statemant may have been to some of his friends, it was almost true. Wilkinson was not a werewolf; he was a werebuck. A night or every two nights he would stroll into Central Park, turn himself into a buck and take great delight in running and playing. True, there was always danger of hiss being seen but (since he punned even his thoughts) he was willing to gamble on that. Oddly, it had never occurred to him to combine the pleasures of being a wolf, as it were, with pleasures of being a buck. Until one night. Why, he asked himself that night, couldn't a lucky buck make a little doe? Once thought of, the idea was irresistable. He galloped to the wall of the Central Park Zoo and trotted along until his sensitive buck nose told him he'd found the right place to climb the fence. He changed into a man for the task of climbing and then, alone in a pen with a beautyful doe, he changed himself back into a buck. She was sleeping. He nudged her gently and whispered a suggestion. Her eyes opened wide ans startled. :No, no, a dozen times no"! "Only a dozen times"? heg asked, and then leered. "My deer", he whispered, "think of the fawn you'll have"! Which went too far. He might have got away with it had his deer really been only a doe, but she was as weremaid-a doe who could change into a girl-and she was a witch as well. She quickly changed into a girl and ran for the fence. When he changed into a man and started after her she threw a spell over her shoulder, a spell that turned him back into a buck and froze him that way. Do you ever visit the Central Park Zoo? Look for the buck with the sad eyes; he's Wilkinson. He is sad despite the fact that the doe-weremaid, who is now the toast of the New York ballet (she is graceful as a deer, the critics say) visits him occasionally by night and, resums her proper form. But when he beggs for release from the spell she only smiles swetly and tells him no, that she is of a very saving disposition and wants to keep the first buck she ever made.
Any one that can stay on top of "LIFE"