I like The Cure and The Smiths and Bel Canto and A-ha and Depeche Mode. And lots of general ambient pop, triphop, synthpop, jazz and bossanova. See also this page.

I seem to have a higher than average tolerance for children's song; at least, my favorite Christmas album is Nu tändas tusen juleljus with Agnetha & Linda, and my favorite song with Björk is Arabadrengurinn, which she recorded when she was 11.

I like Thai food and sushi and all kinds of spicy food. And garlic. And salt licorice. And cold Fazer Blå chocolate. And Brämhult juice.

Evil robots! I want the kind that says "That does not compute" and general melodramatic things in a metallic voice, while shooting energy rays and crushing cars under their feet. Ideally, they should have cute, big heads and turn against their makers.

Many robots that live up to my demands can be found in comics from the 60's that were drawn by Jack Kirby. The Sentinel robots from X-men #14, 1964, behave in an exemplary fashion. When they're introduced, their inventor tells the robot leader to step forward: "You will demonstrate how faithfully you obey my every command..!". The robot blasts him with an energy ray and declares: "We are the SENTINELS! Our brain is superior to your brain! We serve NONE!", after which they immediately begin taking over the world. That's the spirit!

I like intentionally bad writing, in the style of Snoopy or Jack Handey or The Bulwer-Lytton contests. Some example sentences:

"In anticipation, John licked his own lips." -- A. Lloyd

"John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met." -- Russell Beland

"By now, the lion was only a few yards behind me, and gaining fast. If I could make it to the cliff, I would jump and hope I landed in the river below. I jumped, and the lion, unable to stop, fell with me. He caught up with me in midair, and began mauling me. We splashed into the foaming river, and the lion swam over and mauled me some more. I heard the sound of the approaching waterfall. If I could only.. no.. too late. Dead." -- Jack Handey

This may be related to my worrying tendency to communicate in startlingly badly spoken German or English with my friends, instead of Swedish, which after all is our native language. There doesn't seem to be any good explanation for the phenomenon. Perhaps it means, and I admit that this is a wild guess, that I'm really really intelligent.

I also like cute platformer games from the 80's, like Bubble Bobble or New Zealand Story. And the arcade version of Virtua Fighter 2.

I don't know anything about Somali, but it has cooler-looking words than any other language. Most words sound like the names of horrible space monsters. A plain phrase like "The first leader of the party was Birger" becomes "Hoggaamiyihii ugu horreeyey ee xisbiguna wuxu ahaa Birger". I am impressed.

Having grown up in a rather dull, gray high-rise, I now get a warm and fuzzy feeling from dull, gray high-rise buildings.