Everything about every person, place, and thing…all the time.  I am perpetually feeling intellectually famished.  I can guarantee that my hunger will not be satisfied until I am lying on my back with an oversized rock hanging out about six feet above my head.  I didn’t write “make use of the forbidden fruit” for nothing, you know.

You know what else?  I believe there is something called a “happy medium” between practicality and recreation.  And guess what!  I’m going to enjoy it.  Try and stop me.