Twililght. All of them. I have no excuse.
On tv, I DVR Wipeout and Ghosthunters. Wipeout because people getting smacked around by big machines is funny, and Ghosthunters because for some reason I find it interesting to watch guys with cameras stumble around in the dark getting excited when they hear a mouse fart. Also, Jason Hawes is hot and I want to climb him.
Oh…my…sweet…zombie…Jesus! YES! It’s so aggravating when you read pages and pages of some utterly trivial “character development” which does not move forward the plot one iota. Or, when you read some enormous climax at the end of the book and it’s so sufficiently vague as to what’s happened, you don’t actually find out the importance of the major climax until the middle of the next book. And, yet, I’ve read nearly all of the books…
24 has already been mentioned. I don’t know if the general consensus around here is that it’s ‘not very good’, but regardless, I love it. I have never watched the show as broadcast, but I’m slowly working my way through the boxed DVD sets of complete seasons, and I regard them as my guilty pleasure. The accompanying SD threads are even more fun, and contain some of the sharpest, wittiest writing the Dope has ever seen. Although the production values on the show are high, it can be faulted for many things - chiefly the ridiculous, utterly implauslbe plots full of gaping holes and loose ends. But I don’t care, I just sit back and enjoy the hokum. If I want realism, I can watch the news.
In terms of music, I sometimes listen to pop songs from my first four decades, many of which could fairly and without unkindness be described as throwaway, disposable pop trash. But I can still enjoy them, as much for the nostalgia value as anything. I also retain a very high tolerance for pompous, bloated ‘prog rock’ from the 70s, because that’s what was big during my teenage years. I know that a lot of it is pretentious, laboured and not a little tedious, but I remember how exciting and innovative it seemed at the time. (Just for the record, pop trash and prog rock are not the only things I ever listen to!)
Sitcom: Grounded for Life I don’t know why I liked it, but I did.
Film: Another vote for Desperately Seeking Susan and the newer version of * Bedazzled * with Brendan Fraser
Me too. Ahhh . . . the shame! I read the first two earlier this summer when I was sick and it rained for 14 consecutive days with nary a glimpse of sun. (I read A LOT during that time!) I also enjoy the occasional bodice-ripper book or modern girly fiction (like Confessions of a Shopaholic, etc.)
Food: I like chopped liver, greasy hamburgers, chocolate chip cookie dough eaten with a spoon from the plastic tube, sausage gravy on biscuits, and noodle casseroles made with cream of mushroom soup. And those KFC Bowls? Heaven. If I gave in to all my bad food desires, I’d be as fat as . . . well, as fat as I USED to be before I started counting calories/fat grams and exercising daily.
Music: I like Barry Manilow, the Monkees, Paradise by the Dashboard Light, and N’Sync’s Bye Bye Bye. Just to scratch the surface of what I like that I know isn’t very good.
TV: I watch QVC (not Home Shopping Network) with depressing regularity. I can name all the hosts. I don’t call in and buy stuff. I watch Beverly Hillbillies repeats whenever I can find them.
I assure you though, my taste in everything else is impeccable. 
The Verminators, on the Discovery Channel. Every show is the same. They set out to exterminate rats or roaches (once in a while, mice or termites). It’s repetitious and not all that exciting, but I find it mesmerizing.
Tori Spelling’s craptastic reality show. I don’t set out to watch it, but I will look at it for a few minutes channel surfing. She is so ugly and she tries so hard. She is so pathetic, I feel sorry for her and realize, yeah, money doesn’t buy you everything, goon.
Pretzels. So ordinary, so blah, yet somehow I eat more than I set out to.
Two comic strips: Pluggers and Dinette Set. Neither one is ‘funny’ and my reaction is more along the lines of anger and contempt. But I keep reading them anyway.