These are a few of my favorite things…

Ice cold Diet Dr Pepper. Scottish burrs. Monty Python’s Flying Circus. The Slack-o-Matic. Hugs from cute boys. Hugs from cute, nice smelling boys. Boys with nice arms. My family. “She said ‘Hi, Scooter-boy!’” Rosie the Riveter – ‘We Can Do It!’ Archie McPhee. Afghans knitted by my Nanna.

3WA. The chat whores of 3WA. Alton Brown. Soundtracks. Art films. Spike’s leather jacket. New puppy breath. Pop Culture Junk Mail. The Seattle International Film Festival. Hobbits. Maltesers. Trips to Vancouver to restock. IrnBru. Peanut butter toast. Canadian bacon and pineapple. Burgermaster. Kitchen stores. Ewan McGregor. Scarecrow Video. Bruce Campbell’s chin. The Lads. Having once had a ‘dinner pimp’. Air conditioning. U2. Bob Rondo: “Touchdown Washington!” Chocolate Crème Oreos. Bink doing the boxer boogie.

‘Resurrection Flashback Sunday Morning’. KEXP 90.3fm. Douglas Adams. Books. Jane Austen. The Housemartins. Meeting Lis and Sara because of the Housemartins. Quirk rock. Fawlty Towers. “Don’t let the bastards grind you down.” Tartan.

D’Artagnan (en garde, chien!). IMDb. Holding hands with the Combat Boot Boy while we run across the street. Chat whoring. Bagel Rescue. New babies. Schoolhouse Rock. Sid and Marty Krofft productions. Adult Swim. Buttercup. Barenaked Ladies. Sleeping in. Hitchcock films. Electric blankets. Billy Boyd. Lush bath bombs. Hibernian F.C. Saturday morning reggae. IKEA. Previews. SweeTarts. Mr. FixIt/Directions Man. “Would you classify that as a launch problem or a design problem?”

Warm milk-chocolate-chip-pecan cookies with a tall, icy cold glass of milk. Iron Chef. Waltnut. FDNY caps. Sean Connery. Togas. Subtitled rather than dubbed. Songs that fit the moment. Tolkien.