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My self-summary Propose an edit

I remember watching the movie Hook as a teenager and wondering what Never Never Land would be like without Capt. Hook. I mean, if you really think about it, Hook is the unsung hero of the Peter Pan stories. Here's a man with a boat that can take him any where, and a crew ready for any sort of adventures. Yet he chooses to stay behind, on this one planet built around a little boys dream, playing a grand villain to some small childs idea of heroism.

Peter Pan, on the other hand, is a selfish little twat. It's not just seen through his treatment of Hook, either, but his treatment of everyone. Everything in his land exists solely for his pleasure; The Indians, the Pirates, the Lost Boys, Tinkerbell, even Wendy. He doesn't care about how his actions effect them (or affect them, for that matter). He can't look 5 feet past his own needs and desires. This remains true throughout the actual Peter Pan and Hook storylines; Peter constantly uses everyone around him for his own ends. His wife, his children, Wendy. Everything exists solely to fit Peter's desires.

He even has the audacity to be angry with Hook at the end; Hook, who spent a lifetime on a rock with no new treasure, no grand adventure, just to keep the leaders Lost Boys entertained. Hook, who went and catpured his children, who stole the admiration of Peter's son. Not for his own personal gain, so Peter could see what he was abusing, so Peter could know what he'd lost via his own selfishness. In the end, Hook even has to kill Rufio so that Peter can take his family and go, so that Peter can really remember why he was there. Hook gives Peter everything; he shows Pan how to be a man, and how to be happy.

What he does he get for all this? Eaten by a crocodile.

What I'm doing with my life Propose an edit

Piracy, of the high seas variety. Don't ask how I'm pulling that off in the middle of a desert.

I'm really good at Propose an edit

Killing Zombies and gallows humor. I'm also a great at tellings stories.

The first thing(s) people usually notice about me Propose an edit

My windswept appearance, which occurs because I drive fast with the windows down and sunroof open. If they catch me before I've driven anywhere, then they probably notice my groaning and tendency to stare slackjawed into space while taking ungainly steps forward. Because, lets face it, I'm a zombie in the morning.

My favorite books, movies, music, and food Propose an edit

Ouch. Ummmm, all of them? or, just a few in no particular order and not necessarily limited to:

A) If on a winters eve... A Traveler; Stranger in a Strange Land; The Dream Cycles of H.P. Lovecraft; Letters from Earth; Under the Black Flag B) The Last Dragon; Army of Darkness; Porco Russo; Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade; Dead Man; Pirates of the Carribean; I just got a copy of Captain Blood and Yellowbeard as well. C) Norah Jones; Anna Nailick; Audioslave; Foo Fighters; John Coltrane; Go Betty Go; Tsunami Bomb, Cream, Yardbirds, The Animals, Luis Armstrong, Chopin, Beethoven.

The six things I could never do without Propose an edit

Never is a strange word, and I think I could find a way to survive without anything but the most base of necessities (water, food, oxygen, etc...) but the six things I wouldn't want to go without? Tough question. I can make do on very little... I'm like the old man in the twilight zone where he hides in the bank vault to read and then the world gets destroyed but leaves the library only his glasses break. So long as I'm alive, have my glasses, and some form of entertainment (books will do perfectly, thank you) I'll be fine.

I spend a lot of time thinking about Propose an edit

the puzzle of the self, interactions between people, The correlation between religion and hatred/tolerance, philosophy, theology... a myriad of topics. Piracy. Whether or not I'm the reincarnation of Guybrush Threepwood.

Why people keep asking me to post goon it's like a weird stair-obsessed cult or something. Those people are just something awful.

On a typical Friday night I am Propose an edit

At a friends house, gameing. Anything goes at these semi-weely events, from tabletop RPG's to card/board/video games, to the occassional (dare I say it?) philosophical discussion.

The most private thing I'm willing to admit here Propose an edit

My innermost desire is to build a giant Zepplin and travel the world looking for lost treasure.

I don't know what I want to do for the next 30 odd years, but once I retire I've got life all planned out. My friend Paul and I plan on having plastic surgery to resemble each other and put a slight stoop in our backs. Then we're both going to have our names changed to Oldman Withers. This will be followed by moving somewhere to the Midwest where we can buy an old fashioned house where Petunia's will be planted. We're going to volunteer for traditional old people jobs, such as Crossing guard and supermarket greeter. We're also going to make sure we're never seen together. Then we're going to pick a new neighborhood kid each month to blame for the damage in our petunia beds. He'll be walking along past the house, only to hear me exclaim "Stay outta my petunia beds, timmy (real name not necessary)". He gets away from the crazy man waving a stick at him only to run into him again at the crossing walk, and yet another warning "I know it was you in my petunia beds, timmy." Finally, he gets to school just in time for the self-same old man withers to be coming in to his job as the Neighborhood watch truant officer to tell him "I've got my eye on you, timmy." After school, he goes to the local wal-mart only to be greeted with "Petunia bed supplies are in home and garden, necessary when Timmy over there stomps through your garden." Finally, haveing had enough, he returns home (thinking himself safe, knowing that Old Man Withers is at work) only to find the same deranged old man dilligently replacing damaged petunia's. "Why, timmy, why did you have to go and destroy my Petunia beds?" Now he's had enough and screams out "MY NAME'S BILLY!"

"what's that, timmy?"

You should message me if Propose an edit

curiosity, provided that you're not a cat. I'd hate to have more of that kind of trouble on my hands.

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