Lots more but not right now
Most of my remaining time is divided between playing games (racquetball, pool, Chinese chess, rummy), reading, walking in interesting places, lounging in pleasant places, driving the long route, canoeing, cooking to podcasts, singing, and hanging out with friends.
I'm also really good at not remembering the little thumbnail photos of people on this site, instead just clicking impulsively on any that stand out, only to realize I've done this exact thing a dozen times already. Not sure if anyone notices/cares, but every time it happens I imagine the looks of disapproval.
Then, if we get to talking, they're bound to say something about my name.
Star trek tng, on repeat.
I'll probably never tire of the pixies, sonic youth, fugazi, neutral milk hotel, electric wizard, or nirvana. That's an unintentionally uniform looking list but it's the stuff that's stuck with me over the years. Pop, rap, witch house, lo-fi garage rock, ethereal female fronted indie bands, sacred harp/shape note hymns, the shit my friends and to a lesser extent myself make -- all deserve honorable mention.
I think that onion, vinegar, and bacon, individually or combined, improve the taste of almost any meal.
Unfortunately it appears that I did. Now what?
You have strong opinions about tacos, sci-fi, and aesthetics.
You've are currently in possession of stolen milk crates.