Movies, music, friends, good food, and doing draw'rings.
Music
Dave Matthews Band, Ben Folds, U2, Sting, Peter Gabriel, Frank Sinatra, Tony Bennett, Willie Nelson, "world" music (African, Polynesian, Irish), 80s, oldies, movie soundtracks (Guilty pleasure: "Weird Al" Yankovic)
Movies
Steven Spielberg (too many to count: Jurassic Park, Schinder's List, Saving Private Ryan, War of the Worlds), Robert Zemeckis (Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, Back to the Future Trilogy, Forrest Gump, Cast Away), George Lucas (those ones about the space stuff, with the lasers and the thing...), Frank Darabont (The Shawshank Redemption, The Green Mile), and a freakin' load of others too numerous to list...
Television
LOST, Scrubs, The Office, Boston Legal, MST3K, The Daily Show, Adult Swim, Mythbusters, American Chopper
Books
Douglas Adams (Hitchhiker's Guide, et al), Michael Crichton (Jurassic Park, Timeline), Raymond Chandler (The Big Sleep), Jeff Smith (Bone), J. Scott Campbell (Danger Girl, WildSiderz), Steve Purcell (Sam & Max)
Heroes
My parents, my friends, Aaron Conners & Chris Jones, Douglas Adams.
If ever you travel, and you happen to find yourself flying on an airplane, and you find yourself experiencing that familiar sensation of fullness in your lower intestine that can only be cured via time honored tradition disguised as biological necessity, you will undoubtedly make your way to one of several conveniently located "lavoratories" to make your world a little better. This task completed, you will press the small, metal lever and send a swirling miasma of unnatural blue liquid and other ingredients whooshing down into the unseen places of the plane. Then, as legend has it, at some point in your flight, the now frozen mass will be jettisoned from the plane over an inconspicuous, non-descript stretch of land.
That land is known as Iowa. I am from there. Stop dropping crap on us.
YAYYYY JAMES!!!!! ...i have the utmost respect for your sensible pants. Course i very rarely find myself wearing pants... HOWEVER, that aside, i feel this should not reflect on my ability to appreciate such a thing!!
Happy Birthday to Jimmy-James!! Corn cakes, corn puddin, cornballs and corn juice for everyone!! I'm also shipping you a bottle of my extra special version of bathtub gin, CORNSHINE!
I haven't talked to you for awhile, so hiya. And if you don't have one, get a DVR or tivo or something. We've got a DVR now, and it's awesome to be able to watch the Daily Show at 4 in the afternoon, instead of midnight. Oh, and I think Jon Stewart is my new secret famous boyfriend. Don't tell, or you'll ruin the secret.
I see my sister has been leaving snide coments on your MySpace page. She is a little unruley off her meds. Don't worry I will taze her back into the basement and give her a fresh bowl of food and a fake keyboard to pound on. She will eventually calm down. - They really need to stop giving teachers spring break. They just don't know what to do with themselves. :)
Hey, you're online. I'm online. I'm going to take a nap though, because Dylan is finally resting. Oh, Eddie Murphy is shooting part of his new movie 2 blocks from my home this week. We're gonna go check it out tonight. Maybe we'll get to be extras or something. :)
Stop talking to the corn. It won't answer back. It's just that weird, midgety Isaac kid with an embarrassingly passe sunhat; he is using cornstalks as puppets. All of Iowa knows this. Ignore him even if he offers you free corn for supper.
So, Jimmy...I met some of your new Iowa friends through MySpace and they tell me you've been up to some interesting stuff...anything you want to talk about...?
