The Chief Grunt at the Lair of the Catholic Cavemen tagged me with this meme, so without further ado . . .
Music: I love one-hit wonders. "C'mon, Eileen," "The Pina Colada Song," the one by the Scottish group singing, "But I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more, just to be the man who walks a 1000 miles down at your door . . .," etc. I also like songs that are less than conventional - "Loser" by Beck; "Funky Ceili (Bridie's Song)" by Black 47; "God Is Here Tonight" by the Beat Farmers (see previous post), "Laid" by James, "Reasons to Be Cheerful (Part III)" by Ian Drury and the Blockheads, and House of Pain's "Jump Around" (which includes one of my favorite lines - "I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe"). I also like covers done by artists who I think do better versions that the original artists, like Oingo Boingo beating out the Beatles on "I Am the Walrus," Phil Shane (my favorite lounge act) doing Cash's "Ring of Fire," Peter Kingsbery singing "How Can I Be Sure." However, I love both Nirvana's original as well as Tori Amos' cover of "Smells Like Teen Spirit," which I always play very LOUDLY if I hear it on the radio, screaming the refrain as I drive along . . . plus, of course, most stuff played in the 70's as I went through my period of teenage angst (except now every Who song reminds me of the opening credits in a "CSI" franchise).
Movies: I know practically all lines in "Caddyshack." Every Eastertime I sit down with a stiff martini because invariably some TV netowrk will air, "The 10 Commandments," which I think is one of the cheesiest all-time movies (I am particularly fond of imitating Edward G. Robinson and Yvonne de Carlo in their respective roles). And "Napoleon Dynamite" . . . sweet!
Politics: Any cheap shot at Hilary Clinton. I am still pissed at her for carpetbagging her way into New York, my home state. Laughing at Congresswoman Loretta Sanchez' Christmas cards that we constituents get every year because they are too tasteless.
Church-related: Short sermons, unless Father's on a roll. Inviting in young and impressionable Mormon missionaries and giving them my "God wants you to come home to the One True Faith" pitch after I ask them about blood atonement and vomiting seagulls.
Chow: Stinky cheese. I could eat gorgonzola and limburger by itself.
Clothing: Mismatched pajamas.
Hygienic: To quote the band, "Jane's Addiction": "The water hits my back/And I'm pissin' on myself/Standing/In the shower/Thinking . . ."