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Name: Nick
Country: United States
State: Iowa
Birthday: 6/11/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: Pleasing God and knowing the truth, dreaming both during the day and during the night, Japan, anime, science-fiction and other worlds of wonder, folklore, electronic music, hats, movies, the act of creation. And walks and animals and more animals and flight and love. And Oranges. Capitalized.
Expertise: I would like to say writing, but considering my activities of late, dreaming about writing.
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/10/2004
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| I suppose these are kind of expected in blog circles. I have
always had a sort of fascination with them while never actually filling
them out because I thought they were below me.
But then, I just watched a Dolph Lundgren movie. And enjoyed it.
Nothing is below me.
Four jobs I've had in my life:
- Movie reviewer
- Cemetary lawn care provider (with specialty in running over gravestones)
- ESL teacher (or a facsimile thereof)
- sparky
Four movies I could watch over & over:
- Dragon-Half--technically an OAV, not a movie
- King Kong vs. Godzilla (either the American reedited version or the Japanese original)
- Swing Girls
- Mini-Moni the Jaa Movie
Four places I've lived:
- In my dad's former office, with the snot-green carpet
- Third floor Heemstra
- in my professor's house
- Shimonoseki, Japan
Four TV shows I love to watch:
- Japanese commercials
- clips of Morning Musume doing dumb things
- Strange Luck
- Monster
Four places I've been on vacation:
- Dinosaur National Park
- Tokyo
- Adventureland
- in a car, surrounded by my family who had become sick while I inexplicably remained healthy
Four websites I visit daily:
- badmoviezone.com
- gmail.com (compulsively and repeatedly)
- gamespot.com
- your mom
Four of my favorite foods:
- cheddarwurst
- oranges
- peanut butter
- kawara soba
Four places I'd rather be:
- somewhere warm
- in a state of perpetual inspiration and drive to accomplish
- in the presence of a beautiful, intelligent woman whose eyes
shine like a broken mirror in the moonlight and whose smile is prettier
than a block of prime colby cheese.
- heaven
Four books I'll read over and over again:
- Raptor Red
- The Dinosaur Scrapbook or A Field Guide to Dinosaurs (I used
to read these all the time, to the point that the scrapbook literally
became that)
- pick a Gospel
- To Kill a Mockingbird
Four people I'm tagging
No.
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| A long time ago, in a land known well for its corn and its abundant
elderly people, lived a boy named Nick Driscoll. At this time young
Nick was sequestered away in his home, schooled by his mother each day.
Going to school meant a trip to the dining room where he would retrieve
his books and then flop upon a something characterized by
fluffiness (usually a bed or a couch) and thusly perform a feat
somewhere between napping and studying.
This was a lifestyle between very distinct walls. Contact with the
outer world was kept to a minimum, and when such contact became
mandatory, there was always a discrete mission objective--obtain
groceries, retrieve the post, inculcate Christian messages, or
compulsive townside flanerie via perambulation (he went for walks).
Into this repressed milieu came an unexpected light, a
coruscating rainbow of astoundingly crappy communication
possibilities unheard of in his universe, and all through the miracle
of free ISP.
Online chatrooms.
Upon his teen-addled mind was this novel brain-rot thrust! Indeed,
what surer path to madness is there than taking on a moronic
moniker (such as "yummybeefjerky") and vomiting vapid text
messages upon a medium driven by meaninglessness and obscenity?
This was the succor of suckers, and Nick bit upon it with great
relish (hold the pickles).
However, the masses of anonymity did not accept Nick. As the asinine
acronyms, text sex, and all-caps cussing flew around him, he found no
conversation and no fulfillment but only a return to his former
wallflower manners that he had so mastered in the world of walking
meat. He wanted to cast forth a piece of his own unique heart into this
pandemonium, and maybe, possibly, hopefully attain some
recognition from the pit of chaos.
That's why, when no one chatted with him, he posted messages about
oranges. Gigantic oranges, talking oranges, oranges with the
power of flight, deadly oranges of untold power. "Watch out! The deadly
flying oranges are coming!" "The giant orange descended upon the
city, crushing ten city blocks." "I like oranges. A lot." Nick didn't
actually eat very many oranges at the time. In fact, he didn't really
care for the fruit's flavor and actively avoided most candies and
drinks infused with its citrus sense of fashion. However, the word's
anti-poetic qualities combined with the color's offbeat appeal combined
irresistibly into an orange obsession that spilled over into the name
of his first hotmail account and a story about a ten-foot sentient
orange vs. a madman named John whose deviant plan was to change the
names of every male in the world into his own toilet-esque
moniker.
Understandably perhaps, Nick's mother wanted more from him than a life
consumed by a squishy fruit. As his graduation was approaching with the
speed of the Hershey squirts, she found a college fair, made a list of
likely college candidates, and subjected him to education-for-sale. Her
choices proved increasingly uninspiring. One of them proved an
unrealistic prospect when, upon closer inspection, it proved to be
offered only to the fairer sex. As "failure" climbed the probability
meter, Nick noted an unassuming red display.
"Look Mom," he said. "That college is from Orange City!"
Five years later I graduated from Northwestern college in Orange City,
and then came to a the prefecture of Yamaguchi which, as I understand
it, is well known for their oranges. In fact, I am in the middle
of eating a mikan right now.
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| I dreamed that I was Robin. That is, Batman's sidekick. I was in a CGI
cartoon, I think, and I had a pretty cool silver-armor costume, which
came in handy because there was an ape-like robo-suited dude with a jet
pack zooming around and perpetrating crimes. He smashed walls and
generally was naughty. I was punching him out, but it didn't do a lot
of good. Finally I s-mack-ed him so hard that we both went flying off a
building and crashed painfully to the pavement below, only to be run
over by a gigantic green, six-wheeled vehicle mere moments later.
Thankfully, by that time, we had turned into action figures and our
legs were pulled out of their toy joints.
I have to decide if I am going to extend my contract and stay in Japan
an extra year. They want to know as soon as possible. I am thinking I
need more time to really think things through. Please pray for me.
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| I rode in a Naked. The fact that there were women with me made me a
little uncomfortable, but I was quite covered in copious clothes,
despite the name of the car.
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| Once again, I don't really have the energy to write anything much on
here. But I should mention, perhaps, that today was the Christmas tree
lighting ceremony at Baiko high school. For some reason, out there
standing in the cold with flickering candles, singing carols in
Japanese, I felt like I was back at Northwestern at those old Christmas
lighting ceremonies where Trygve Johnson would talk away and there was
frosty snow on the ground and steaming hot chocolate burning my tongue.
We never had a handbell choir playing with guitars and flutes there,
though.
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