How can I possibly choose? Lemur? Manatee? Peacock? Puffins? Koalas? It might be about a hundred-way tie on that one. We watch a fair amount of nature documentaries.
Favorite domestic animal?
Hands-down, cats. I love cats - they're beautiful and funny, and they leave me alone and forget my very existence until they're ready to be fed.
Perfect.
Least favorite animal?
Sharks. Also spiders. Not cute or cuddly at all. Also sting rays, after they killed Bill Irwin. But that was kind of his fault for swimming with them, I guess. I give some animals a very wide berth.
Favorite Artist?
Again, hard choice. First one that comes to mind is DaVinci, simply for the Pieta. Going to see it in person in Italy is on my bucket list.
Another possible favorite is Rembrandt Van Rijn, because of an experience I had at the National Gallery when I visited England. They had one of his self-portraits hanging in one part of the gallery. When I looked at it, I had a very strange sort of experience - like, I'd seen him before sometime, or known him personally, at a very deep level. Never had an experience like that with a painting before, or since. I do like his work.
Least Favorite Artist?
Any artist who does paintings or sculptures or plays of Christ or Christian symbols (or any religion really) and then does things utterly disrespectful, like immerse them in urine or cover them in feces, etc. I don't cotton to those sorts of monkeyshines about people's beliefs - I respect an artist's right to do it, but that doesn't mean I go there or support that sort of thing.
Favorite Athlete?
Laird Hamilton and Gabby Reece (surfing and beach volleyball, respectively; also married to each other). They're awesome.
Least Favorite Athlete?
Probably...Tonya Harding (ice skating). Memorable, for sure, but not my favorite.
Author?
You might as well ask me who's my favorite child, though I do have some I prefer (authors, I mean, of course).
Bradbury is my poppa. Asimov is up there too. Shakespeare, Chesterton, Herbert, Dunne, Dickinson, Tolkien, Dickens, CS Lewis, Dr. Seuss and Dav Pilkey, among others. I keep a list of authors who don't let me down, and revisit them as much as possible.
Least Favorite Author?
I also keep a list of those I avoid. Never reading Edgar Allen Poe, ever again. Nor Guy de Maupassant. Or Hemingway, or Roald Dahl.
Gasp, you say? Classic authors? Well, that's the wonderful thing about adulthood. No one can force you to read anything anymore! I gave them a fair chance, and they blew it.
I'm done reading Twain, Faulkner, Fitzgerald, or Bukowski. I say bleah on Bukowski in particular.
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