Arena rock. Sliders. The NFL. Cola. Leonard Cohen. Dr Who. The Nashville Sound. BBQ ribs. Grunge. The Sopranos. Gold jewelry. Financial gain for its own sake. Off-roading. Going to Las Vegas and staying indoors. Phish. Cadillacs. Downhill skiing. Bungee jumping. Hotdish. Sailing. Numismatics. Lambics. Acrostics. The New Republic. U2. Abstract Expressionism. White zinfandel. Parenthood. Two And A Half Men. Flavored coffee other than hazelnut. Earth Hour. World of Warcraft. Pork rinds. The Silmarillion. Celebrity worship. Xenophobia. Circus peanuts. Trophy hunting. Fantasy baseball. Actual baseball. Journey. Kombucha. Capitalism. Robert Ludlum. The Goth aesthetic. Reggaeton. That whole Furry thing. Misogyny. Science fiction with no science in it. Pocky. Gummi. Patriotism. The Boston-Richmond Megalopolitan Area. Situationism. Ice fishing. Cannabis use. Cutting. 1970s-era Womens’ Music. Militias. Blackface. Red velvet cake. Shaving. Arguing for arguing’s sake. Flagellation. Martinis without gin. Gangsta rap. Thomas Kinkade. Reiki. Clamato. Ron Paul. Decaf. Sestinas. Inter-office politics. Rice cakes. Sanctimony. Lawns. Molly Hatchet. Muscle cars. Quorn. Chandeliers. Neckties. Fundamentalist religion. Meditation. Reciting Monty Python routines verbatim. Huey Lewis. The Renaissance Faire. Gambling. Carrot Top. Transhumanism. Home Owners’ Associations. White carpeting. French Provincial. Bodice-rippers. The NBA. Defensiveness.



That’s just ‘cause you’ve never been sailing with me while I’m reciting you a sestina, of course.
I’m with you on all of this except hazelnut coffee (shudder) and pork rinds.
I agree with you on a large majority of these things. However, I’m a clean-shaven, Leonard Cohen fan who drinks vodka martinis and, even in my 30s, still has some goth aesthetic. :)
I’m so sorry you do not share my enthusiasm for reggaeton. Personally, I can’t get behind much reggae, but reggaeton is a different matter.
Also, parenthood has been one of the more wonderful aspects of my life, enough that I’ve sort of made a career of it.
I will stipulate that my own ignorance may be the reason I haven’t seen the appeal in a number of these, Lucy.
I have problems with the costs associated with it, and I sincerely hate being cold, but downhill skiing makes me more joyful than almost anything except walking in the woods or desert. It’s this feeling of total physical mastery and freedom: If I keep mentally cool, and watch my form and speed, and cannily assess the terrain and snow conditions, I can fly!
About all that other stuff—yeah, what you said.
Plenty of bucket lists out there, but probably not many 10-foot-pole lists. It will be kinda humorous if this floats to the top of Google searches of these terms.
yeah, we call it the Fuck-it list.
And thus you spend a great deal of your time off in the desert away from much of the world.
Other than parenthood, I’d agree with most of these— but I’d add Dan Brown novels. Why anyone reads him is beyond me.
BUT HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE A THING I LIKE. CLEARLY YOU ARE WRONG ABOUT YOUR PREFERENCES AND I MUST ARGUE WITH YOU NOW IN A DECREASINGLY CIVIL FASHION.
Wait—shoot—“defensiveness.” Well played, Chris. Well played.
Now that we know what you don’t like, how’s about a list of what you do like. Oh, by the way, ice fishing is one of the greatest activities on this planet, in my own opinion of course.
Bill
I see that “reciting Monty Python routines verbatim” makes your list, but “reciting Firesign Theatre routines verbatim” does not. The latter may be covered by your inclusion of “cannabis use,” though.
Baseball??
Weird.
So many many things we differ on, yet I still deeply respect you, your writing, and think we have interesting and important things to say to each other. Maybe there is something to this human nonsense after all…
yep.
Except for those five or six I never heard of, I’ll agree on all but two: ANY flavored coffee including hazelnut, simply destroys the true taste of the dark and strong; and Leonard Cohen. Maybe it’s an age thing (I’m the same age he is) but I can listen to him for hours.
I’m a black unflavored dark roast coffee drinker myself. Though I do like a bit of lemon zest in my espresso, if the espresso is made right. It’s just that I can understand the appeal of hazelnut flavor added to a cup of coffee. Every once in a great while, once every couple years, I’ll toss a dollop of hazelnut Torani in a cup of coffee and stir.
I’m a black unflavored dark roast coffee drinker myself.
I’m a white 7-11 straight-black coffee drinker myself. I don’t know if I have a flavor; you’d have to ask Kelsey’s occasional fleas about that.
I’ll have to agree with most of these, although I did enjoy riding a camel at the Rennaissance Fair.
How long did it take to MAKE this list? It would take me a year! Unless I cribbed most of your list, of course.
Seriously, HOW long did it take you to think of this many things that leave you cold?
Some agreement; some disagreement.
*shrug*
(by “sliders” do your mean White Castle or Trachemys?)
On second thought….the rennaissance faire, at least in the Los Angeles area, was great until they started selling beer and wine. Whole different crowd.
Pocky. Pocky? POCKY?!
I don’t even know you anymore.
Clearly, Vicki, you have failed to memorize every single comment I have ever made in threads on my own blog.