Kicking ass and taking names. Except I could never figure out why if I ever did manage to kick ass, what purpose there would be for me to then ask that gentleman what his name was. Perhaps if I were to someday write a book, "Persons Whose Asses I Have Kicked"?
No truth be told, I'm a gentle soul who has never been involved in an altercation in my adult life, but that doesn't sound terribly interesting, does it?
Okay fine, I'm a freak for folk/americana, maybe a little reggae.
Neil Young, Emmylou Harris, Alison Krauss, Lyle Lovett, The Mavericks, The Living Sisters, Jimmy Cliff, Ziggy Marley.
And Elvis Costello. OK, not folk, sue me.
My dream woman would love going to clubs with me a few times a month and checking this stuff out.
I feel like Siddhartha sometimes - really, I love reading Hesse and Steinbeck and Orwell and Kafka, writers with an off-kilter bent in one sense or another.
I heart Rachel Maddow. And Jon Stewart. And Bill Maher.
and Portlandia and Supernatural and Garfunkel and Oates and yeah, Game of Thrones when I'm in the mood for a good beheading - and really, who isn't.
Ethiopian is the funnest food to eat, but I'm on a no-carb kick so hold the injera. Moroccan is the most entertaining.
You have a pulse.
Your aim is true.