I'm a grateful Mavericks fan, a hopeful Rangers fan, and a marginally suicidal Cowboys fan. I haven't watched the Stars since Modano left.
My most recent goal for my life in general is to constantly make an effort to not become complacent. When you talk to friends who still live in your small Texas town, they're just impressed by the fact that you're living in Los Angeles. So a lot of my time now is spent reminding myself that being in a place isn't the same thing as having success in it.
On my shelf: I like Tom Clancy and Hemingway, and I don't see why that would be odd. Confederacy of Dunces. Bukowski. The Man Who Was Thursday. The Name of the Rose. Nonfiction about sports, war, or movies. Crime novels: Chandler, Hammett, Elmore Leonard etc. That one series with the kid and the wizards and the flying golden balls. Pretending to have read Infinite Jest (it actually just sits on my shelf making fun of me).
Movie People: Scorsese. Coen Brothers. Fincher. Hitchcock. Nolan. Hughes. Spielberg. The Scott Bros. PTA. Anything written by William Goldman, Tony Gilroy, or Shane Black. I'll defend Michael Bay any day of the week.
I have my top 10 favorite movies in a list on my phone so that I don't forget it. I only show it to people I trust, so be nice to me.
The Tube: Breaking Bad. 30 Rock. Justified. Sopranos. South Park. Game of Thrones. Jessica Jones. Banshee. Veep. The Wire. Parks and Rec. The Americans. Peaky Blinders. New Girl. Arsenio Hall.
Tunes: The eternal Phil Collins vs. Peter Gabriel debate. Led Zeppelin. Taylor Swift. Red Hot Chili Peppers. Foo Fighters. Sleigh Bells. Japandroids. Kendrick Lamar. John Mayer. Beyonce. Living Colour. Elton John. This Will Destroy You. Atmosphere. Nick Drake. Ingrid Michaelson. The Boss. Smashing Pumpkins. Death Cab. Dinosaur Jr. Alanis Morissette. Dave Matthews. Avett Brothers. Hova. Third Eye Blind. Yes to Joe Walsh. No to The Eagles.