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Cycle · Posts: 1574

Hey guys!

This thread is for revealing facts about yourself and bonding! I'll kick things off! No lying!

I'm Australian.

I lived in Canada for a few years when I was younger.

The things I miss the most from Canada is snow, ice skating in the frozen canal, beaver tails (a delicious Canadian desert), poutine (a delicious french canadian delecacy), Tim Hourtens (specifically the tidbits or whatever), living near a very green forest (I've seen nothing that comes close over here), and quality tv programming such as YTV.

My favourite food is my mothers Chicken Cassarole.

I really like electronic music, but my tastes are pretty varied. I pretty much like any kind of music if it just sounds good to me. Most people say this and say something like except rap or country, but fuck it, I LOVE some country and rap. But not much. Right now I'm in a \m/ FUCKIN METAL \m/ phase.

Favourite bands I've had in my life have been Nine Inch Nails, Regurgitator, Fear Factory, Underworld, Muse, Boards of Canada and obscure australian artists that no one would have heard of such as Qua, who is brilliant.

I really like computer and videogames. I used to say I like FPS games the most, but then I realised I think most FPS games are shit and that my most favourite games just happen to be the good FPS games. So I guess I like games like I like music. But hell, I'd still rather play an average FPS over an average anything else.

I've been to Melbourne, Sydney, LA (disney land twice!), Haiwaii, New York, Niagra Falls, Toronto, Ottowa and Quebec. So far.

In the 10th grade we were supposed to do a speech on a song that we liked. Everyone choose Blink 182, No-FX, or some girly crap. I chose the loudest Nine Inch Nails song I had. No one understood the lyrics. I somehow managed to get the highest mark in the class. Fuck yeah!

I'm a bit dyslexic. It can be very frustrating.

I write for Australias highest selling computer gaming magazine.

When I was allowed to write my own piece about whatever I wanted, I titled it "Why do I want to be a woman?"

Surprisingly, they still let me write about whatever I want.

In the third grade I won the sack race and recieved a pencil sharpner trophy. It was the proudest moment of my life.

I've been arrested for Indecent Exposure, ruining my chances of ever becoming galactic president.

This incident nearly repeated itself when I dated a girl with a big thing for getting freaky in public. One time we started getting it on in a park next to one of the busiest roads in the city. People were walking right past us and an old lady made a snide comment so we stopped for 30 seconds. There is probably a video of it on the internet somewhere. I wonder how I look!

I suffered from a serious obsessive compulsive disorder for over a year. I still have scars to show from it.

I may or may not be in love with my best friend. I can't tell. I'll just let it sort itself out and go out with other people in the meantime. It's a chick, FYI.

I am truely made of mechanical lions.

km · Posts: 171

Cycle wrote:

I may or may not be in love with my best friend. I can't tell. I'll just let it sort itself out and go out with other people in the meantime. It's a chick, FYI.

I just skimmed, but...

I find myself in a similar situation! She showed up randomly at my house tonight, and we went out and smoked, played some Rez (which she was totally into) and Virtua Tennis, then went to IHOP.

We discussed sex the whole time. I wanted her so bad :(

But yeah, we've basically been best friends for the last 5 years, and I don't think I've ever stopped loving her. She occasionally jokes that we're going to end up getting married someday.

I can't decide if I'd want that to happen or not!

Cycle · Posts: 1574

My friend suggested we may be soulmates at one point!

I didn't pay too much attention at the time, but it's a possability! Then again, I don't really believe in the soul mate nonsense. I wish I did! I'd probably be a happier chap!

Hot Stott Bot · Posts: 2097

The other day I was reading a videogame review in an Australian magazine, but I don't think it was your magazine Cycle.

Cycle · Posts: 1574

Probably not! What was it called?

Hot Stott Bot · Posts: 2097

Australian IT

Cycle · Posts: 1574

No, I do not write for that magazine, but THANKS for asking! :D!

Hot Stott Bot · Posts: 2097

No, I already know you didn't write for them!

mechanori · Posts: 623

fuck YOU!, cycle

Krabjuice · Posts: 114

mechanori wrote:

fuck me, cycle

Hot Stott Bot · Posts: 2097

km wrote:

Cycle wrote:

I may or may not be in love with my best friend. I can't tell. I'll just let it sort itself out and go out with other people in the meantime. It's a chick, FYI.

I just skimmed, but...

I find myself in a similar situation! She showed up randomly at my house tonight, and we went out and smoked, played some Rez (which she was totally into) and Virtua Tennis, then went to IHOP.

We discussed sex the whole time. I wanted her so bad :(

But yeah, we've basically been best friends for the last 5 years, and I don't think I've ever stopped loving her. She occasionally jokes that we're going to end up getting married someday.

I can't decide if I'd want that to happen or not!

Sex with friends is better anyways.

I mean, at least, that's what I think....

Cycle · Posts: 1574

It has it's ups and downs, but I enjoy it.

TOLLMASTER · Posts: 1977

Hello! I'm depressed and have panic disorder, which explains a lot about my posting style!

I think science is the coolest thing ever invented. I'm somewhat good at The English Game, where the object is to state the simplest idea in the most convoluted way possible, but I don't like it. I like graphs where I can point to a place, and get some kind of definite number describing that point. I also hate imaginary numbers.

I got into gaming because of Sega. I was playing this Sega driving simulator that worked with VCR tapes (it was kind of like a primitive FMV game, I suppose) but one of the gears broke and started making a horrible noise. I didn't mind, being a kid, but my parents were ready to kill me because they'd have to listen to it for an hour at a time while I played with it, so my father took the thing back and got me an NES so I wouldn't cry about it.

It took him like 3 hours to figure out how to hook it up, and though it is very simple provided you are not my father, that incident made me regard hooking up TVs with those crazy antenna cables as a holy affair. Using those 3 colored wires doesn't feel right. What are you guys up to now? Something called S Video or component, right? Screw that; adjusting to the tricolored wires is hard enough.

I used a black and white TV for most of my gaming until I was, I think, 12. Fire Mario in SMB3 seems weird to this day, because he doesn't look like I thought he had always looked. I also think of white suit luigi as the "real" Luigi, since when I played my first video game (Super Mario Bros.) that's the color he was, and assumed Luigi in SMB3 was the same on the black and white TV.

My cat had kittens once exactly when I beat Donkey Kong for the first time. It was kind of weird. As soon as the girl threw up those hearts, I heard the kittens crying behind my bed. Weird experience.

My first RPG was Magic of Scheherezade for the NES. It's one of those neglected classics, like Clash at Demonhead.

Regarding Clash at Demonhead, I have a history with that game. I saw it on QVC or some other home shopping network and wanted it, but my parents were too poor. One day, about five or six years later, my father brought home Clash at Demonhead because of that incident. It impressed me, since it's one of the very few times I ever felt like he paid attention to me--I mean, once he yelled at me for not being in college when I was 15, because he thought I was 19. He wasn't even drunk then (a rarity at the time) but he honestly believed those few years had passed, and only after about 15 minutes of yelling did he realize his mistake.

I hate Megaman NES games but I think Megaman X and X2 were two of the greatest 2D games ever. They really hit upon something great in those games, and every Megaman game after that just can't come close.

I was on AOL for a loooong time, and we didn't have website access for half that time, so I never got to partake in the early internet, when people made webshrines and blogs were homepages. I hung out at Nintendo Power at AOL's forums (rumored to be the start of the Schala Chrono Trigger fan obsession, a few months before Game Players' Jeff Lundrigan sets the internet on FIRE with a small mistake) and later migrated to ANTagonist, INC. which doesn't seem to have had an Internet presence, ever. So there is no wayback machine on this--no one else will ever, ever, know what this place was like.

It was like IGN but intelligent. Think about that for a moment.

Once, a months-long flamewar erupted between the N64 and PSX site leaders, and the board admins would actually encourage their fans to spam in the other forums. It was like a proto-Axe, really.

I got into Pokemon fanfiction. People thought I went psyhotic because one of the fanfics involved a Pinsir goring a kid and his Pokemon. Also, I used capital letters and for 75% of the writers that was really, really odd!

I wish I had saved the 100 page fanfic about Magus becoming gay, Frog turning Magus' castle into a bachelor pad, and Lucca sleeping with everyone that a friend wrote. That was the best thing ever, I think.

ANTagonist INC.'s N64 guy was extremely persuasive about a system that was pretty much dead on arrival, thus turning me into the rabid N64 fanboy that I am today. I don't really like Nintendo as much as I used to, but the N64 still remains in my heart as an awesome system--but this was before my depression hit, and I usually had enough friends together to play 4-player games from the local Blockbuster. I wanted to play FF7 like crazy, and had prepubescent semi-erotic dreams about Aeris and Tifa even before I knew what fapping even was, but I never wanted the system, even when my mother offered it to me. It only had two controller ports, and was thus useless in my eyes. Sure, I could play FF7, but what would I do with it after that? Crash Bandicoot?

I only got a PSX after FF8 was released, as two games would justify the cost of the system*. And the fucking system was broken right out of the box.

So yeah, I'm an N64 fanboy.

I used to be heavy into RPGs, but I kind of don't like them anymore. Not so much, anyway. Nippon Ichi's SRPGs are godly, and I'm one of the few people to like FFX, and Romancing SaGa (my sister bought it for me due to me blackmailing her! ^_^) is awesome, despite being stuck in the Stone Age, but nothing really compels me to play RPGs anymore. They're not rare releases that cost 60 to 70 bucks anymore, but 5 get released a month for 40 bucks or even less. It's not exciting anymore, especially when you start with games like Magic of Scheherezade and Chrono Trigger and assume that's the way ALL RPGs are.

Devil May Cry 3 made me realize that I had been playing action games wrong all these years. I have an article I'm working on about that, so I won't get into it here, but if you play ever game on the easiest setting, then you're the kind of person I used to be, and the kind of person I now hate.

I kind of like the Ninja Turtles. I have an old one, whose body is falling apart, which I use as a lucky charm. I've gone through like a dozen of them in the past 7 years, but the latest one is built like a rock. Three years and counting! It's hard to find them nowadays, so I usually get two or three when I see a store getting rid of old inventory at a discount.

Hot Stott Bot · Posts: 2097

Cyclical wrote:

ups and downs

The only serious problem is that you have to see your friend naked...

Eeew.

That's kind of weird, depending on how long you've been friends, and at what point you thought to yourself, "God, she's hot! I want to kiss her. ;_;"

B coma · Posts: 1455

I'm trying to summon the energy finish up my bachelors, have not decided a on career path, and just got a job as a receptionist/cashier to help with my monetary situation (which I start tomorrow). I have a very bad feeling about it too!

I want to play live music but have (virtually) no one to do that with right now, so I've been contemplating a solo thing.

I like bands like Mission of Burma and Fugazi and Quicksand, and I like a lot of pop music too. I like some sporadic electronic and industrial acts as well. Of course I love music that sounds videogamey, but not if it's trying too hard (Totally Radd).

I used to have a lot of friends but they all moved away or got too depressing to hang out with. I still have a few left though!

I'm in a relationship. I love her and she's one of the most postive forces in my life.

dessgeega · Posts: 3317

hi cycle!

i too am sort of in love with a friend of mine, but i've resigned myself to the fact that nothing will come of it, since i can't really see any kind of relationship working out between us. she is also currently seeing someone, but they might be seperating soon (her ladyfriend is going to law school, and she is not sure she wants to follow).

in the meantime i date people who generally either take advantage of me or break my heart, and my relationships tend to not last.

i've also as of late been thinking of another friend, whom i once had the opportunity to get smoochy with but passed in the interest of not complicating our friendship, because this friend now goes to school far away, and now i've sort of allowed us to grow distant from each other.

i'm not sure if it's worth trying to rebuild that bridge, especially when i feel like i've been treating this person kind of unfairly.

anyway, i'm being distracted now so i will click submit.

zebadayus · Posts: 672

Yeah, cripes. There's this girl, Sarah, who I've been friends with since diaper years. We're very close, and we have a lot in common. Our dads were best friends, and still are.

For a while she wasn't really hot. But since she turned eighteen, she's become really really cute.

See, I don't WANT to fall for her, but I kind of can't help it.

professor_scissors · Posts: 1033

I'm a computer science major with psychotic delusions that as soon as I graduate, the doors will open to magical employment land, and I'll live happily ever after, the hard part of my life done forever.

My girlfriend is in Germany right now, and will be until September. She's doing an internship for the American consulate in Dusseldorf. This can be pretty hard sometimes, although moreso for her than for me (you know how girls are right). Also, women kind of get the short end of the stick in alot of Europe, which sucks for her.

Every day at work, during my lunch break, I eat lunch at Georgio's Subs. Their Chicken Teriyaki Sub is fucking delicious. Also I have a suspicion that the girl who works there has a massive crush on me, which is kind of awkward because I'm taken and she's jailbait. But still, it's worth it for the subs.

A couple times on the internet I've fallen into arguments about how, if I am a heterosexual male, the concept of a threesome can possibly not appeal to me. I think it has to do with the fact that I don't share well. Also, sex isn't terribly important to me. I dated a nymphomaniac for almost 3 months and retained my virginity.

I have two horrible, insurmountable phobias: Death, and Bugs. Death I'm not even going to talk about. Bugs includes spiders (my fear lobe never took any biology lessons), and pretty much anything else that can SKITTER. I couldn't watch a couple scenes in the new King Kong because of this. All it takes is for me to spend a bit too long THINKING about them and I start shuddering. It's that bad.

I am one of the least political people at the school I go to. While everyone in the central plaza divides into factions depending on what they think about ABORTION and RELIGION and GENOCIDE and CHOCOLATE and RAINBOWS I'm just kind of in the middle, doing my own thing. I hate politics.

My middle name is Levinson. It's my mother's last name, and one time she got anti-semitic hate mail because of it. It was kind of creepy.

I like a good smoothie.

zebadayus · Posts: 672

For a while I was actually seriously planning to move to the Rocky Mountains (Colorado specifically) and just doing manly work there for the rest of my life. Maybe start up a ranch or something in one of the valleys.

I decided against it. My goal IS to eventually retire there someday, though.

Krabjuice · Posts: 114

Uh, yea. Guys, my lastname is a mere 10 letters long. However, I did not learn to spell it until grade four. Likewise, I have not met anyone (with one or two exceptions) who has managed to pronounce the name correctly right off the bat. Most people I must teach.

I like bananas, peaches, and strawberries. Regardless, I'll eat just about anything. Although, I once ate sea urchin and almost vomited. This was at a conveyer belt sushi place.

I'm Ukranian, and I have two middle names. Robert and Max. I don't actually associate myself with either name or my nationality.

I've got two sisters, one whose name rhymes with Nana and Banana.

I just graduated from high school. I'll be taking english literature, psychology, and what-have-you along with some programming.

I won't mention my last name, since really, its the only last name of it's kind in both America's. A mere Googling of it will point me out pretty fast.

Oh, and i'm deathly afraid of leaning back and bashing my head through a wall.

LW Joestar · Posts: 1358

Well. Since you asked.

I, like Tollmaster, also have some depression and anxiety disorder. I also suffer from a pretty severe case of social anxiety disorder, which I believe I may have inherited from my mother. Whenever we're put in a situation where we have to be around new people, we seize up completely. Even when going to family gatherings, we both ask, every time, "Is there going to be anyone there that I don't know? Or is it just 'us'?" My mother, however, has found some way to conquer it, or at least ignore it for the most part, since she has a job, "out there", and I am a reclusive shut-in who won't talk to people unless it's absolutely necessary.

I am also, to a degree, somewhat obsessive compulsive. I can't throw away anything, if it has ANY degree of possible usefulness at all. I will only throw something away if it is something I know for a fact that I will never have need or want of. Because of this, my room is a mess, and my hard drives are constantly full.

I am bascally rendered unable to perform as a normal person does, out of fear. I'm afraid that if I try to do anything, a situation will arise in which I will be unprepared to deal with it, and this fear is enough to keep me from doing pretty much anything. An apt example is how I have been promising a friend for about five years now that I would send them something, but I am actually afraid of shipping things. I'm afraid that, when I get to the post office, they're going to ask questions I won't understand and will have no answers for.

I've been living with some possibly-severe medical problems for about as far back as I can remember. My parents don't even know about them, because I'm afraid of medical procedures of any kind. This might come from the time back when I was very young, and I was getting regular, horrible migraines. My parents, and even the family doctor, thought I might have a brain tumor, and I was sent to the hospital for blood tests and all manner of scans and such. I don't even remember much more than needles, darkness, and being scared out of my mind for what may have been either an hour, or three days. When it was all done, it turned out that I was allergic to basically ALL forms of artificial sweeteners, and that my headaches were cause by the large amounts of Diet Coke I had been comsuming because of my dad's cheapness. Whenever we would go out to fast-food restaurants, which was basically always, we wouldn't get individual drinks. We got one extra large drink, and it was ALWAYS diet coke, no exceptions. Everyone drank from it. To this day, I am afraid of doctors and all that, and also I will only ever drink diet anything as a last resort.

When I was young, I was extremely, EXTREMELY smart. I might have been born already able to read, since even in my earliest memories, I remember being able to read very, very well. In 1st grade, they tested me a lot, and the end decision was that I would leave my class and join a 2nd grade class during reading period. This made me extremely self-conscious.

For second through fourth grade, I was homeschooled. In fourth grade, the homeschooling organization my family was part of administered a grade placement test. The test was designed to see if any of the kids needed to be held back in some areas. When the scores came back, all the other kids in the test room I was in were excited because some of them got as high as sixth grade in some of their subject. They asked what mine were, and I said "I don't know, mine all just say 'PHS'" I was disappointed for a while, because mine was so different from everyone else's. I showed my mom, and I asked her what PHS meant. She said "Post-High School" I didn't even know what that meant, at the time.

So of course, they acted on this in a very logical manner, and put me back in public school for fifth grade, where I was abused and insulted by students and faculty alike. The students beat me up, and when I showed the marks they left on me to the teacher, she accused me, in front of the entire class, of doing it to myself, for attention. At one point she actually devoted an entire period of class time to having everyone in the class say in front of everyone what problems they had with me, and why they didn't like me. I was homeschooled again, halfway through 6th grade, until 8th.

In 8th grade, I was beginning to come together as what I am now. A severe case of self-consciousness, social anxiety, paranoia, insecurity, and absolute zero self esteem caused me to wear the same jacket all day, every day, all year round, even in the Florida summer. This would become a pattern that I would repeat every year until 10th grade, at which point I would only wear a jacket from October to mid-May.

Also around 8th grade, I began what would become a long-standing pattern of carrying a large hardback book with me everywhere I went. So solid was this pattern that in high school, you could be talking to any one of the 3000 students in my grade, and you would mention me, and they would say "who?" and you could say "the book guy", and they would know exactly who you were talking about.

I failed 8th grade, naturally. It wasn't that I couldn't do what they were asking of me, far from it. I aced every test. I just WASN'T doing anything. I came to school because I had to, and once I was there, I ignored everything and everyone around me, and read. I could read 300 pages a day, just at school. And still, I aced even the most contextual of tests. Because of this, it was obvious that I knew what I needed to know. 8th grade had nothing to offer me. Thus, I was passed administratively. I suspect this was more because they didn't want me there anymore, though. I can't blame them. The students DEFINITELY hated me, because I was basically the reason they often-times failed tests. The teachers graded on a curve, and every time, I would lower everyone's scores by almost 30 points. What could I do, though, answer incorrectly on purpose? I was beat up quite a bit in 8th grade also. Both in class and on the bus. And, like it was in 5th grade, nothing was done about it.

I still don't know whether I developed the ability around this point or whether I had it all along, but I eventually discovered that I could absorb information without paying attention to it, even while paying attention to other things. This came into play later on, in high school.

High school... I guess was the best point of my life, now that I think back on it. Even though I was being regularly abused at home. Emotionally, that is. Only occasionally was I abused physically. I took gemoetry in my fist year in high school, and did rather well in it. In fact, I was the best of the class, even though there were several seniors in the same class. I pointed out errors in the textbook so often that the book was quickly abandoned throughout the county.

One day at lunch, a pair of Sophomore girls came and sat at my table in the cafeteria out of the blue and tried to chat me up. I looked around and noticed a table full of jocks watching, and instantly figured it out. They sent the girls over to try and get me to try out for football. And really, I guess I can understand why. At the time, I was very... "defensive line. It just so happened that I've hated football since basically the day I was born. I am a very anti-sports person. So of course, I engaged them in conversation that I specifically tried to make as dull and excruciatingly boring for them as possible. I made it rather obvious that I was completely unaffected by any 'feminine wiles' they may or may not have posessed. This might have been one of the first signs of my asexuality.

Again, as in 8th grade, I regularly failed classes, which led to the previously mentioned abuse at home. That didn't make it any better. I kept on failing, even harder, the worse things got at home. This, of course, only made things worse at home. And yet, in my elective classes, I was doing quite well.

The two cooking classes I took made me feel good about myself for probably the first time ever. In fact, I felt so good in that class that at one point, while putting the finishing touches on the day's assignment, a Quiche Lorraine, I actually sang along with a song that was on the radio that played during the workshop period of the class. One of the girls in my group actually complimented me rather highly on my singing. Of course, this had the effect of shutting me up for good. It was a good class, though, and I wish I had taken the last one. Everyone in the class wanted to be in my group whenever we got workshop assignments, because they knew that, basically, anything I touched turned into an A. It was cheap, but it was still positive attention, and I sorta liked it.

The computer programming class I took in 10th grade was a similar experience, but with the teacher, instead of the students. I had previous programming experience in other languages long before taking the class, so I took to it like a fish to water. I got good. Real good. I was so good at that class that the teacher actually ASKED me to take the second class. I did, of course, because it was one of the few things I actually enjoyed doing at the school that didn't involve ignoring my studies. I got to the point where I was finishing assignments so quickly that I would get bored and rewrite them for efficiency and extra functinality several times. I'd say the highlight of that class was the day when we receieved an assignment to write a program that did <X> in 10 lines or less. The teacher decided that this was enough of a challenge that we had the entire class period to do it. Almost by the time she got done outlining the assignment, I had already written it, in exactly 10 lines. Ten minutes and some tinkering/inspiration later, I had managed to get my program to function as assigned in only one line. I used the rest of the class period to build a rough working prototype of a Colossal Caves-like adventure game engine. When the semester ended, the teacher actually asked me if she could keep my data disk, instead of giving it back, like with everyone else. She printed some of my code and put it up on the wall. I think that class was where I developed a sort of teacher fantasy thing. She was really cute. I wasn't the only one who thought so either.

Then, of course, it was my turn to fail 12th grade. I failed two required courses in my last semester. One of them was an English class with a teacher who absolutely hated me. One day in his class, I was reading my book, and he would spontaneously call on me to answer questions about the stuff he was going over as I was reading. The fact that I got the questions right every time (due to the information absorption ability I had by then honed to an artform) really ticked him off, I guess. So, he failed me, knowing that I would miss graduation and have to make it up in summer school. Well, I had other plans, so during the last week of school, when seniors had off (our only privelege), I took the two classes I had failed to the computer lab, where I could work at my own pace. I finished English 4 and Senior Economics in four hours, and left early that day, the very day after I was failed by that English teacher. The look on his face when I walked past him on graduation rehearsal day will stay with me as a victory for the rest of my life.

Since graduating, every job I've ever had has burned me. I was let go from Toys R' Freakin' Us because I was handling customers and duties so quickly that most of my time was spent standing around doing nothing. I worked at a pediatric nursing office for about a year and a half, but was layed off. They got rid of the position I was in, because of all the "unimportant" people in the company, I was getting paid the most. for several years I would maintain an on-again-off-again position doing programming work for my dad, who owns his own small contracting business. So far, it hasn't worked out exactly like he said it would. I just recently left a job I held at a miniature golf course for almost a year. The owner sold it to the city, who shut it down to put in a fire station, four blocks from the fire station. Needless to say, this has all but obliterated what little notinon I may have had that having a steady job is a thing that is possibly for me. Now I work for my dad again, I think. He approached me asking to work for him again about three months ago, saying he's got a TON of stuff that he just can't keep up with by himself, but I've only actually gotten two assignments since that day, and both only took an hour. I don't really understand the situation very well.

So. Unless I'm forgetting something, that's basically the entirety of my 22 years of life in a nutshell. If you actually read all of it, I feel sorry for you. Nobody should have to go through that.

EDIT: I just remembered a bunch more, but it's 5AM, so no. Later.

Sync-Swim · Posts: 634

I read a lot of science fiction. You could say that I nominally prefer style over sum content when it comes to most fiction. My favorite authors are William Gibson, China Mieville, Gene Wolfe, Philip K Dick, Samuel Delaney, Michael Moorcock, Chuang-tzu, M John Harrison, William Burroghs, Norman Spinrad, and Mary Shelley, in no particular order.

I starting writing fiction in 5th grade. A friend and I started a collaborative absurdist sci fi multiverse in 7th grade, primarily to satirize Final Fantasy 8 and space operas from within and without the sphere of anime, popular topics at the time. We sporadically update the canon to this day.

My favorite type of videogames are ponderous, artless, slow shambling chin-stroking turn-based strategies like Civilization, Alpha Centauri, Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Rome Total War.

I think New Order are the greatest band to have ever shambled across the face of a stage on all fours and certainly the best thing to come out of the British Isles since the Magna Carta.

I have two basses and a Electroharmonix Clone Theory chorus/vibrato box that cost four times as much as my first bass. My bass heroes are Peter Hook, JJ Burnell, Andy Rourke, John Entwistle, and Bootsy.

I don't like writing about myself.

extralife · Posts: 3316

My name is Joestar, and I am Standard Internet Nerd.

Not that I don't feel for you, dude. But still.

Cycle · Posts: 1574

hey extralife, have you ever been in love with someone you couldn't have?

extralife · Posts: 3316

See, there's a reason I've nothing for this thread. You all know anyway.

Wilkes · Posts: 1603

Hi, I just slept for 12 hours.

requesting thread title "Full of Serects"

Brock · Posts: 421

I'll bite.

I don't know exactly what I'm trying to achieve right now. I go to what is arguably the finest university in Texas and am sort of lost in the process. Right now, I'm considering Audiology, since it blends a fair amount of Psychology and Biology, and fulfills this sort of philanthropic need I have to help others. It's that sort of notion that kept me from pursuing Advertising after all (though, to be fair, the courses in that field are mostly just to get you in the door with UT's name; it's really nothing you can't learn from reading a book or two or picking it up on the job). According to Wikipedia, the field is going to require a Ph.D., which was exactly what I was going to shoot for, no matter what I pursued. This should mean some decent money to help pay back some hellish student loan debt.

I like to think of myself as a pretty nice guy. I try to counter-act my shyness with a mix of being too talkative and too loud, which I guess ends up being counterintuitive. I'm not afraid of people or anything like that, I just want to make a good impression, and do a little too much of that rather than being myself. I think working retail has helped me adjust a bit, but I fall prey too often to old habits.

I'm not much of a partier in college. I imagine if I just went to one I'd probably enjoy myself, but the whole idea of kids my age getting completely wasted just doesn't really seem that fun to me. A large part of this has to do with my not drinking, to be sure, but also because I just don't really care for large social events. My idea of a party is probably too low-key and dull for most, but maybe I can try to make it seem like the hip thing to do is get two friends together and get some cheese dip and play cards.

Like Cycle said kicking things off about the music bit, I'm very much the sort to add the whole "NO COUNTRY OR RAP-CRAP LOL." That's sliding a bit now, not so much in that I like country (my dad loves the stuff, and with the possible exception of a few Willie Nelson songs, I can't say I'm a fan), but in that I like some rap, as long as it's more along the goofy-lyrics line, and not the "Thug Life/Bling-Bling" sort. I don't dig techno. I used to like only classic rock until I realized that looking back will only get you so far. Listening to new music has caused me to discover more older music, oddly enough.

I think public school might mark the best social years of my life (thus far!; I've still got hope yet) only because you're forced to interact with others. College is way too unaccomodating for meeting other people in class; people are in a rush to go to and from class, you can't exactly talk during lectures, etc. I've made some pretty cool acquaintances through class (Facebook helps a lot in that part), but with classes lasting only a semester as opposed to a year, I can't say I've made as good a friend amongst them as anyone I'd made friends with in high school and such.

I hope to amend that by staying at a Co-Op next year, and actually participating in parties. I really see it working out, as long as I remember to keep up on my duties. I've been learning to cook in preparation.

I'm way more of a dog guy than a cat guy. This is because all the cats I've ever had have been either mean as hell or extremely aloof. Fuck that whole Meet The Parents notion of "working for their affection"; my family saved a lot of these cats from certain death (kids throwing them down the slide at a park/an abandoned litter/abandoned cat in the country), and they've been assholes ever since. Well, all except that last example. She's affectionate to the point of being obnoxious.

I can't drink my coffee straight. I either douse it in creamer or mix in hot chocolate powder. That might actually be less manly than adding cream and sugar.

I was in a relationship in high school that I sent down in burning flames but refused to acknowledge my guilt in it. It left my friendship with the girl in tatters, and wasn't until about a year later that I realized almost every single thing she said was right (she was guilty in some part, too, but not nearly in all of the things I accused). A few months after that realization we started talking again, and we tend to have some pretty nice talks. The whole experience has left me extremely cautious to date others. While it's bad enough that I'm rather dense (subtlety completely escapes my attention), people who throw themselves at me (as those who are intent do) kind of put me off, and added to my fear of ruining a good friendship by pursuing it further, well...it's not helping me a bit. I figure it's best to just bite the bullet and give it a shot. There's a nice girl I've been on a date or two with last year, so, yeah.

While I hope Audiology will put food on the table, my real aspiration since childhood was to be an animator. John K. has been my idol in this respect since I was five (not knowing his name, but loving the hell out of Ren & Stimpy), and the appreciation for what he does has only increased over the years. I don't have any sort of formal art school training, nor am I as original as I once was (I can't see out of the box very often), but I've got the will and Flash 8, and as soon as I get a Wacom tablet I should be in business.

In that same respect, I also want to learn competent web design, so I can host whatever fruits of the above come to be. So far my CSS practice has been something of a failure, so I think it'd be best to give up the idea of never using tables in my forms.

I tell people my favorite game of all time is Castlevania: SotN, but I tend to forget Link's Awakening in the process. I know that game like the back of my hand.

I have a tendency to buy games and never play them (the same for movies). Metal Gear Solid 3 might be my favorite game ever because I actually opted to play it (I intended to, but college got in the way). It leaves me to wonder what other parts of my collection might be to my liking if I actually played them for more than half an hour.

My fondest memories of the PSOne were spent playing Evil Zone. This was back when I tried to live and breath all things Japanese (which meant whatever was on Toonami and mentioned in Anime Insider; "Hey guys I know about Doraemon cool huh ^_^;;"), so naturally, the game clicked. In retrospect, playing it the other day, it's really actually pretty fun when you're not in the technical, VF4E mood (or Tekken 5, for that matter). I also recall the thrill of getting my first import game in Dragon Ball Z: Legends. While it wasn't anything more than a glorified tug-o'-war game, you couldn't convince me otherwise back in the day.

The only thing fonder than that was playing Sonic 2 on a Christmas morning in 1994. Ah, nothing like that last pitfall in Chemical Plant Zone 2 to completely kill one's love for their first videogame. Well, it didn't really kill it. Sonic 2 might be one of my favorite games just for the sake of nostalgia. Game #2 (Greatest Heavyweights) doesn't bode as well in that respect, though.

I recall also beating a Japanese copy of Pokemon Yellow that a friend had ignorantly purchased off of eBay. I thought this was awesome back in the day, but now, not so much.

I like to think I've given up on anime but I still find myself watching the stuff (or reading the comics), possibly more now (what with the high-speed interweb) than before. I'm not as verbose about it as I used to be, though, so I think it compensates. Still, it's a skeleton in my closet in terms of social taboos.

Alright I've got to go to work. That's enough wordiness out of me anyway.

Psiga · Posts: 3990

extralife wrote:

My name is Joestar, and I am Standard Internet Nerd.

Standard Internet Nerds are capable of subconsciously absorbing information, testing at college level while in gradeschool, and cooking a bitchin' Quiche? Did you even read what he said, Freeman? You're just sniping and trolling at this point.

As for my intro: I'll refrain from laying down the life story. Actually started to write it out, but it just wasn't worth going through with.

Born in April of 1982, making me 24 now. I'm not remotely close to where I thought I would be, though I'm not exactly sure where I thought I would be. LEGO engineer? Graphic artist for Square Soft? Game designer for my own company? Travelling graphic novelist? Curator of a museum? I'm kinda-sorta on that last one, but finding that the accomplishments I dream of are so hard faught that they don't seem to be worth accomplishing in the first place.

I'm not sure where to go from here. Still planning on starting two online museums, even if they only ever amount to pet projects, but nothing seems truly worthwhile anymore. No job, no girl, no dream that I've ever seen has inspired me to keep fighting.

I have a half-built life: Above-average in smarts, talent, looks, and sociability; yet no job, independance, car, or girlfriend. I live in the nice part of town, have friends whom I trust and like, am in good health, and love life most of the time; yet I live with my mother, can't travel with my friends, my hair's been comin' out from recent shock, and my love for life is growing tainted by dejection, reluctance, and disappointment.

Charmed and cursed at the same time.

I'm fortunate to be in good health, since ten years ago I was diagnosed with the following compound heart condition: Mitochondrial cardio-myopathy, mitrol valve prolapse, distended left ventrical, with intermittent bouts of accute tachycardia. This means that my heart muscle was weak and gauzy, one of the valves was leaking and causing a chamber to over-inflate, and I would randomly jump up to 140+ beats per minute even if I was sitting down. This is the kind of shit that kills people.

I was in such poor health then that I could literally feel myself dying. There were days when everything would start going dark; chest pains, shallow breath, and everything would look dim no matter how many lights I turned on. Didn't even picture myself living past the age of 20. I lived my life in the short term, realizing that my heart could actually tear itself open at random, leaving me about ten seconds to say goodbye.

Somehow, I'm all better now.

For the good and the bad. The good news is that I didn't die, and the bad news is that this is the life that I have to look forward to.

Pretty certain that it's going to work out... But this is the first year of my life where I'm not so sure that I'm a better man than I was last year.

Cycle · Posts: 1574

I'LL PROBABLY EXPAND MOST OF THIS TOMORROW

I forgot to mention!

I didn't start talking until I was four. I had to have speech therapy.

TOLLMASTER wrote:

I got into gaming because of Sega. I was playing this Sega driving simulator that worked with VCR tapes (it was kind of like a primitive FMV game, I suppose) but one of the gears broke and started making a horrible noise. I didn't mind, being a kid, but my parents were ready to kill me because they'd have to listen to it for an hour at a time while I played with it, so my father took the thing back and got me an NES so I wouldn't cry about it.

Wow! I never even knew such a machine existed! You should have kept it, probably worth a bit now. Anyone got more info?

I can't really remember exactly how I got into gaming. When I was born, my father bought a Commodore 64 and I played that at a young age. I think the next computer we had was an Amiga, which came with about 3000 pirated games. It was great, I had a new game to play every day. Shuffle Puck Cafe was a favourite, though. I loved the crazy sci-fi characters and it would begin my love of Air Hockey (I now own a full size table).

I remember my first console though. It was a master system and it came with Dragons Trap. However my parents took it back two days later and traded it for a NES. I can't remember their reasons, my dad said something about the NES having more games. I guess I don't regret their choice, but I would found out years later that Dragons Trap was a pretty sweet game.

The second hand NES came with Double Dragon 2, Ice Climber, Soccer, Tennis, Golf and of course, Super Mario Bros. My dad was the first person to beat it. My mother discovered the vine warp zone. I discovered the pipe warp zones.

It's amazing I can still remember that stuff.

dessgeega · Posts: 3317

Cycle wrote:

I didn't start talking until I was four. I had to have speech therapy.

i had speech therapy!

i'm a bit self-conscious of my voice still. you've heard it!

Toto · Posts: 498

LW Joestar wrote:

EDIT: I just remembered a bunch more, but it's 5AM, so no. Later.

Joestar, I am deadly serious, you must be a very smart person. Become an actuary! You said you enjoyed geometry, so I assume you enjoy Maths in general. Not many people are apt enough to become actuaries, but I think you should. Also, if it's the sort of thing that floats your boat, actuaries make disgustingly large amounts of money and are in demand wherever there is government or any sort of financial regulation.

zebadayus · Posts: 672

Hm, through most of school I was WAY ahead of my class when it came to speech, reading, and spelling. I recall being the only one in my advanced reading group in elementary school. My mom worked with me a lot at home, and in fourth grade I was reading some books that were on the high school level.

In middle school I got made fun of a lot for having very big eyes compared to everybody else. I still got it a little bit early on in high school. Somebody told me I had anime eyes or something once too.

By the way, I never really went through much abuse in school. Everybody in my class was pretty chill and cool. Even those who would be considered by some to be "jocks" or "preps". The meanest kid we had was actually this girl who went goth overnight.

dmauro · Posts: 933

Sometimes when telemarketers call me they ask for Mr. Mario. I think this makes me a little special.

I have a bump on my ear. Some of you may have one too! People usually really like it!

I used to bite my fingernails, but stopped about the time I went to college. Now they are sort of short and the white of the nail starts pretty early and I don't know if I just have naturally short nails or if they are shorter because I bit them for so long. Sometimes I will bite one if I haven't clipped them recently enough and I'm watching an exciting movie. I bit my thumbnail down too far while watching Pirates of the Caribbean on Saturday.

I am having a really hard time with my dress shoes because I've had them repaired several times, but they are still ready for replacements. I don't like any style of dress shoes that are currently en vogue and I don't know where to find some that look like these (they are almost like tuxedo shoes, maybe they are...!)

I have a parrotlet named Rocco that my parents got for me a few years ago because you know how moms are and I had just gotten out of a two-year, live-in relationship. Guests love to meet Rocco!

My brother flies apache helicopters for the U.S. Army. This isn't about me but I think it's really cool and I have a picture of me in the cockpit of one. My dad also flies helicopters, but for a rescue service. This is what my brother wants to do as well. They both don't like the "hurry up and wait" attitude of the army.

I never had a crush on any of my teachers or professors, but I really wish I had. I had a professor who was very good at critiquing my work and we had excellent conversations, but she was a bit too old and probably not in "the game" anymore.

I am a heathen.

I've never had belly button lint and I never fully understood references to it, even though I'm an innie. Also, I have a very nice belly button.

When I was young I would get up so early every Saturday morning for the Disney version of Winnie the Pooh. I still get pretty nostalgic about it and have no appreciation for the original Winnie the Pooh.

I thought I would hate the city, having been raised in the boondocks, but I instantly took to it and can't imagine living in many other places.

I sort of resent the many missed oportunities I had to have sex when I was high school, but was too hungup on my catholic upbringing to take advantage of.

What am I?

Edit: This is important even though I originally forgot it, but I am supposed to watch this season of Project Runway because my girlfriend's best friend is going to be on it. If you were to pick a paragraph to really tell you the most about me, this should be it.

Wilkes · Posts: 1603

Cycle wrote:

Wilkes wrote:

Hi, I just slept for 12 hours.

Gosh, I love sleeping too! Isn't that something?!

Actually, I hate sleeping; typically, I only sleep 3-4 hours a night.

zebadayus · Posts: 672

Wilkes wrote:

Actually, I hate sleeping; typically, I only sleep 3-4 hours a night.

Watch out, you might pay for that when you're older.

Amsterdamn · Posts: 180

Well, I'm Amsterdamn, though I used to be called RussianAttack before the wipe, though with neither names have I been a productive poster of insertcredit, though my attitudes towards the forums have changed greatly since those humble (and exceedingly terrible) first posts so long ago.

My real name is Dan, and I recently had a butthead mohawk for a little while, because I had to get a hair-follicle drug test done for an esteemed employment opportunity. I thought I failed it, but then it turned out I passed it at the last second, after I had already went out and gotten another job. Oh well, at least it got the heat off my back.

I live in an apartment with two girls, neither of which would I ever have sex with. Which is not to say they aren't particularly good-looking.

During birth, I was pronounced dead in the womb, and they were pulling me out to throw me away and save the life of my mom or something, but oh shit did I surprise them when I entered the world very much alive, slapping their dumbass doctor faces, letting them know whats up. Some crazy anthropology professor told me once that if I had lived in certain subsaharan tribal cultures, they would revere me as a shaman, or possible make me chief. I asked her if I got any super powers out of the deal, she said no, I said to hell with that.

I'm a 21-year-old college student, majoring in East Asian Languages and Histories. Like Brock, I don't really know what I'm doing; I've always been facinated by languages, history, and culture, so after jumping between a few other degrees, I settled on this one. I suppose I could have chosen any part of the world to study, and I don't really have a defense for what I chose, but I suppose everyone has to focus in at some point, and Chinese history is increadibly diverse and interesting, as well as their culture and languages. Mandarin is gorgeous. I also like reading about their tragically comedic meltdowns that the country suffered every couple-hundred years.

I don't really expect to every make anything out of the degree, especially not moneys, but it's not really bothering me. I laugh how many people try to ram it home that I'll be poor for the rest of my life when they hear what my major is, particularly because the whole "do what you love, don't think about the paycheck" mantra has seemingly fallen by the wayside since I turned 18.

I'm studying for a year in Nagoya come September, all the while writing an honors thesis. I'm sort of excited, I guess. It's not the first time I've been to Japan, and I've liked the time I spent their previously, but, I don't know. I'm afraid of my peers when I get there, as I'll be around a lot of non-japanese, and if the people that went last year are any indication, it's going to be a gaijin-otaku onslaught, which is a crowd I don't do too well with. I don't dig the anime, I hardly play videogames anymore, and manga isn't by bag; worst of all, I find that crowd somewhat irritating, and this is something I can't say about any other grouping of people. Will it be different? Yeah, probably, but I've always been a pessimist.

My brain-age is 20.

I wish that moderators would stop changing thread titles to stupid things. Those puns and word-switches aren't really funny or interesting, and they just make navigation more difficult than it already is.

I played ice hockey for 10 years.

I once had a girlfriend that wore a very lightly-scented vanilla perfume. To this day the smell of vanilla can physically turn me on.

My longest single-sit of gaming came when I was about 11 or 12. I rented Super Mario Bros. RPG, sat down with a lunchbox-cooler full of ice and jars of green olives (pimentos still intact) and played through the entire game up until Smithy's castle. It was my first all-nighter. To this day my parents must have realized I was attempted something epic, because there is basically no way in hell that they would have normally allowed me to stay locked in a room for 24+ hours.

I might be a closet masochist. If I don't get scratched or hit during sex, I'm not getting everything I want.

I smoke Marlboro Reds, if I smoke at all.

Wilkes · Posts: 1603

zebadayus wrote:

Wilkes wrote:

Actually, I hate sleeping; typically, I only sleep 3-4 hours a night.

Watch out, you might pay for that when you're older.

Watch out, a bunch of straight men want to have sex with you.

Baron Patsy · Posts: 573

hello my name is baron patsy

i live in michigan surrounded by really rich people. i have problems with anxiety and depression (also obsessive compulsive disorder) resulting in alternating panic attacks and nervous breakdowns. except now i'm on medication so it's all better ^_^

i love science because i'm cool like that.

i played roller hockey until i was ten and some fuck slammed me into the boards head-first which somehow fractured my tail bone or something which resulted in me barely being able to move for a long time

i have a mom and a dad. my dad has very severe mental problems and is on anti-psychotic medication and like three tranquilizers. my mom has issues with depression but it's only because she's stuck with my dad. they've been on the verge of divorce for probably like two years now.

i play videogames and read books and sometimes watch pirated television shows like x-files.

oh also by the way i am fourteen years old and i just graduated from eighth grade i am insert credit's young person representative

i've visited four different psychologists in the last year. two of them said i had asperger's, one of them told me to leave and never come back, and the other one is the one who put me on medication for depression and anxiety and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

i have no fashion sense and severe social anxiety which keeps me from having basically any friends at all and also makes me pretty much afraid to leave the house. i can't buy things in stores becacuse i am afraid of the people at the cash register and i am also afraid of waiters and waitresses.

dark steve · Posts: 3002

I don't really have a lot of problems.

Baron Patsy · Posts: 573

dark steve wrote:

I don't really have a lot of problems.

then YOU LOSE

Baron Patsy · Posts: 573

Cycle wrote:

I've been arrested for Indecent Exposure, ruining my chances of ever becoming galactic president.

story please

zebadayus · Posts: 672

I've never really had any problems either. I guess I should be thankful for that.

I just hate my hair.

Wilkes · Posts: 1603

dark steve wrote:

I don't really have a lot of problems.

you got a job yet?

Wilkes · Posts: 1603

zebadayus wrote:

I've never really had any problems either.

Wilkes wrote:

Watch out, a bunch of straight men want to have sex with you.

dark steve · Posts: 3002

Wilkes wrote:

dark steve wrote:

I don't really have a lot of problems.

you got a job yet?

Yeah, I start painting dorms next week.

Wilkes · Posts: 1603

dark steve wrote:

Wilkes wrote:

dark steve wrote:

I don't really have a lot of problems.

you got a job yet?

Yeah, I start painting dorms next week.

that's cool. just wear a mask or you'll suffer some terrible affliction.

alt response: getting LAID yet? I'm not :(

dark steve · Posts: 3002

Well I still don't really know anyone, on account of no job and classes not in session.fag

Machine Gun Heart · Posts: 19

The last time I checked I was a slacker journalism major wandering aimlessly around Louisville, Kentucky. By 'wandering aimless' I mean working full time at a Walgreens drug store, and migrating back and forth sporadically from my house to Smartblue's bachlor pad. By 'working' I mean being subjected to a continous series of random mind fuckings that is only possible in the business of retail. Four years of it.

I would like to have been a philosophy major, but realized the vicious loop of wasted money that would land me in the exact same hole inthe ground I am currently filling.

I'm not male, though lately I've struggled with a case of androgeny, due to the fault of others, despIte my gender being quite obvious. Being a tom boy all of my life doesn't help in the matter, but this amuses me thoroughly.

I like to mope about and find reaons to be tragic because I'm a poet, and that is what we do. When that gets boring I make sure I read the most pretenteous literature possible, preferably on the bus where others will catch a glimpse and imagine me rather clever and cultured....while listening to a combo of Jpop and Swedish death metal on my mp3 player.

Thinking is something I enjoy, alot, which causes me to be quite oblivious and absent-minded. This drives my family and friends up a wall. I probably spend more time dreaming than I do in conciousness, which also happens to be the source of most of my creative ideas. Yeah, I like sleeping.

If I am not drawing or writing, then I am usually digging up strange things on the internet or walking outside being all gay for nature. I mostly walk or bus everywhere, but lately I find night driving to be quite enjoyable.

Growing up, the games I would play for the Nintendo would often scare the bajesus out of me for oddly irrational reasons. I recall the most terrifying being the first Ninja Turtles game. It was a downward spiral from there, but luckily I sought to end it when I couldn't even play Jeopardy for the Sega Genesis without being strangled by unexplainable terror. These days I watch my family's Xbox 360 gather dust, find my PS2 missing from my room more often than not, and play a whole hell of alot of roms and FPSs on my computer.