|
myOtaku.com
• Join Today!
My Pages
• Home
• Portfolio
• Guestbook
• Quiz Results
Contact Me
E-mail
• Click Here
OtakuBoards
• SomeGuy
Vitals
Birthday
• 1983-08-05
Gender
•
Male
Location
• Vancouver, BC
Member Since
• 2003-08-02
Occupation
• Writer; Part-Time Hero
Real Name
• James
Personal
Achievements
• Visiting eight different myO friends in person thus far
Anime Fan Since
• Winter 2001
Favorite Anime
• Neon Genesis Evangelion, .hack//SIGN, Naruto, Bleach, Beck, Peacemaker Kurogane, Ranma 1/2 (the guilty pleasure)
Goals
• Visit the myO friends I've missed thus far; complete a cosplay from 300
Hobbies
• Writing, Gaming, Kung Fu, Movies, Acting somewhat strange in general
Talents
• Can recognise most quotes from almost any movie/show on first listen; Can recite the entire 12 days of Christmas by memory
|
|
|
Friday, August 20, 2004
SomeGuy Alpha: 19 Years Old Today . . . not relevant:
(The following is the transcript of a hand-written thing made the night of August 5th, 2002 . . . it was very late, and I was very bored . . .)
Trying to sleep, I was thinking about school Survivor. I was thinking about if I had made it to the end and was asked, "Why did you do this?", what would I say. Other than the obvious "I love Survivor, 'nuff said", it got me thinking about my self-appointed nickname - my callsign, if you will. Yes, I was thinking about myself: "Some Guy".
My ICQ nickname changed a few times and I never truly found something that was me. There was "Phil", then "Antilles", and finally "Some Guy". Sure, the brother first used it on another person first (couldn't recognise a family friend through the peep hole), but I still felt it worked for me.
For one thing, it was fiendishly clever for things like games. Think about it: you're running around Anzio, when suddenly the message, "SomeGuy has killed Private with Garand" pops up. I mean, that's so true. He doesn't know me, he only knows me by a name on a server - I'm just a person; I mean, what's he gonna say? "Man, I got shot by some guy!" Very fun.
Later I took it to a higher lever, seeing it as a means to interpret my take on my position in the world. Again, take school. I was always eating lunch in that hallway, same position, same place, like clockwork. I was a familiar face (if not a frighteningly popular one). At the same time I'm sure I wasn't invisible because I SOMEHOW was voted 'most likely to become a talkshow host' (EXPLAIN that!!!). The way I see it, I was known around that school enough. Most people at least knew of me for one reason or another. Therefore, the situation of "yeah, he was in one of my classes" can be taken to effect. I was just always kind of . . . there.
(Alright, this one's short, as is the next page in my binder. Now, the next one's more of some short timeline histories based on August 7th and 9th, one of which tells what I was doing after I got my wisdom teeth pulled out. Not especially thought-provoking, in any case.
I can either do that tomorrow, or I can skip directly to Sept. 3/02, which might be the first day of school, I'm not sure exactly . . . thoughts?)
Comments
(8)
« Home |
|
