I don’t need someone to root for in order to enjoy a TV series or movie.

Good is not good enough for me. I want the best, which often doesn’t even cost more. Not so I can show it off, but so I can USE IT! All those features…I explore and use them.

I read the manual. Always. When I buy a car, before I set up a piece of electronic gear…

I don’t care how much violence there is, that won’t prevent me from watching a series or film.

I’m not into entertainment. What they call “popcorn movies.” I’ve never read a comic book in my life. Well, other than “Archie” and “Casper the Friendly Ghost.” Marvel means nothing to me.

I hate fantasy. If there are ghosts, demons, anything that doesn’t happen in real life, I’m out.

And I’m not a big fan of sci-fi either…

I want to go deep. If I like a song, I can literally play it thirty times in a row. Much more than once, I’ve played one album and one album only for an entire week…”Led Zeppelin II.” Nik Kershaw’s “15 Minutes.” As for singles… Gnarls Barkley’s “Crazy” and Paula Cole’s “14” and Paul McCartney’s “Big Barn Bed”… I put the song on endless repeat and revel in the mood.

I hate groupthink. I don’t want to disagree for the sake of disagreeing, but I don’t want to hold back my opinion for fear of blowback.

I like a nice house, but it’s far down the list of what’s important to me. What’s in my mind is what counts.

I hate shopping for clothes. Mostly I just go to the Polo outlet store and stock up when I’m in need.

I don’t take almost anybody’s opinion as the truth, because people are so uniformed. Unless they’re at the center of what they’re talking about, I go online and do research. Yes, my own research, but at trusted sites… I hate when people send me info from blogs that a quick look at Wikipedia will tell you are biased. It just shows how uninformed they are.

I love the news. I love reading the physical paper because I see stories I don’t find online. Having said that, I’m checking the news apps all day long. For breaking stories. NYT, WSJ, LAT, Apple News+, even X…but only the tweets of those people I follow, the “For you” feed is trash.

If I find something great I want to tell everybody about it.

I love to argue a point. Wrestle with the issues. Get into the minutiae and tease out the truth. Sure, a song may be good, but if it had this or that it would be SPECTACULAR!

I’m susceptible to bullies, but I’ve learned over time that my reaction, my cowering, is unfounded. The people who respond negatively first?/ They’re the most invested in putting you down.

I hate when someone reads a missive of mine and then in a derogatory way says I missed this or that, when if they just read what I wrote they’d see I mentioned it!

Also, I hate when people criticize me for not mentioning a minor player when writing about a major one… What I do is not comprehensive, go to the encyclopedia for that…or maybe today, Wikipedia.

I hate nitpickers.

I believe intellect trumps money, you just have to know how to use it.

I hate sour grapes. From unsuccessful people and people who tell me how hard they’re working. Too many don’t know what sacrifice truly is.

If I’m your friend you can count on me, and I hope I can count on you.

When I find someone is on the same page as me, I buzz on the inside.

I’m an alienated f*ck. I’m the one who refuses to call the teacher “professor,” I’m the one who puts their feet on the desk, I’m not saying there should be no rules, but you’ve got to earn my respect, your title is not enough.

When I was twenty one I knew everything, now I realize how much I don’t know.

If you have a deformity, get plastic surgery…but if you’re doing it to stay young, I don’t get it. Charlotte Rampling has had nothing done and she’s more beautiful than the nipped and tucked.

Okay, you don’t eat and you’re stick thin… You might be impressing other women, but I’m turned off and most men are too. Eat something. And just wait until osteoporosis hits.

Everybody’s got a story…their life, and I want to hear it.

I accept almost nothing at face value.

I’m susceptible to people judging me, but I do what I want anyway.

Bugs me that college is now seen as a glorified trade school. Then again, the real learning in college happens outside class, hanging with people in the dorm.

I love living in LA. because the only person who ever asked me my SAT scores was a Boston Brahmin.

My two favorite flavors of ice cream are Phish Food and Chunky Monkey.

I refuse to save money on that which is cheap to begin with. I don’t want Chips Ahoy, I want Entenmann’s, or even better.

There are exceptions to all of the above.