Books: Lord of the Rings, David Copperfield (for some reason), Spider Robinson, many more
Comics: Old issues of Legion of Super-Heroes, my sentimental favorite -- though usually either the 1960s runs (written by the likes of Edward Hamilton, Jerry Seigel and Jim Shooter) and the 1980s Paul Levitz run. Also, Fables and its spinoffs and auxiliary material. (Though Jack of Fables grew tiresome.)
Music: Most filk. Vixy and Tony's Thirteen is my go-to disc for just about any mood I'm in; Ookla the Mok and Seanan and Mary Crowell and Randy Hoffman and many others function similarly. And one of my personal conceptions of paradise involves listening to Peter Alway and Amy McNally making musics together at length. Also, various local groups of my acquintance -- I can go and hear them do very similar sets from one month to the next, but they never get old. Also, the Beatles, because c'mon. And blues, despite its reputation, tends to make me feel content and fed and soothed. Johnny Cash. Satchmo. Beethoven. Most of the bands in the Terry Scott Taylor orbit. Big swaths of Motown and Stax and early new wave and outlaw country and seventies Jesus-rock and and and. I'll even cop to Jimmy Buffett and Neil Diamond.
Television: Doctor Who -- old Who, new Who. Firefly. Most iterations of Star Trek -- while Voyager and Enterprise didn't do much for me, they were still Trek. M*A*S*H*. Anything with the Muppets, especially The Muppet Show, of course. Various bits from SNL over the years -- the classic 1970s period, of course, plus I have a great affection for the Hartman-Farley-Rock-Sandler-Jackson-Myers-Carvey-Meadows era that brought us the likes of Matt Foley, Motivational Speaker who lives in a van down by the river. And formulaic as it is, sometimes NCIS marathons will suck me in. I loved Lost and am enjoying Battlestar Galactica (making my way through the DVDs on the latter), though I don't know that they're something I'll return to as comfort media.
Film: Casablanca. The Princess Bride. The better Bond films, like Goldfinger. ("No, Mister Bond, I expect you to die.") The LOTR films and the original Star Wars trilogy, of course. Many more, I'm sure. Reliable laughter fodder, as in Monty Python, the Spinal Tap crew, Mel Brooks (usually).
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:45 am (UTC)Comics: Old issues of Legion of Super-Heroes, my sentimental favorite -- though usually either the 1960s runs (written by the likes of Edward Hamilton, Jerry Seigel and Jim Shooter) and the 1980s Paul Levitz run. Also, Fables and its spinoffs and auxiliary material. (Though Jack of Fables grew tiresome.)
Music: Most filk. Vixy and Tony's Thirteen is my go-to disc for just about any mood I'm in; Ookla the Mok and Seanan and Mary Crowell and Randy Hoffman and many others function similarly. And one of my personal conceptions of paradise involves listening to Peter Alway and Amy McNally making musics together at length. Also, various local groups of my acquintance -- I can go and hear them do very similar sets from one month to the next, but they never get old. Also, the Beatles, because c'mon. And blues, despite its reputation, tends to make me feel content and fed and soothed. Johnny Cash. Satchmo. Beethoven. Most of the bands in the Terry Scott Taylor orbit. Big swaths of Motown and Stax and early new wave and outlaw country and seventies Jesus-rock and and and. I'll even cop to Jimmy Buffett and Neil Diamond.
Television: Doctor Who -- old Who, new Who. Firefly. Most iterations of Star Trek -- while Voyager and Enterprise didn't do much for me, they were still Trek. M*A*S*H*. Anything with the Muppets, especially The Muppet Show, of course. Various bits from SNL over the years -- the classic 1970s period, of course, plus I have a great affection for the Hartman-Farley-Rock-Sandler-Jackson-Myers-Carvey-Meadows era that brought us the likes of Matt Foley, Motivational Speaker who lives in a van down by the river. And formulaic as it is, sometimes NCIS marathons will suck me in. I loved Lost and am enjoying Battlestar Galactica (making my way through the DVDs on the latter), though I don't know that they're something I'll return to as comfort media.
Film: Casablanca. The Princess Bride. The better Bond films, like Goldfinger. ("No, Mister Bond, I expect you to die.") The LOTR films and the original Star Wars trilogy, of course. Many more, I'm sure. Reliable laughter fodder, as in Monty Python, the Spinal Tap crew, Mel Brooks (usually).