[scuba diving, art, and pretty much anything else that i could enjoy, this may include, but is not limited to, philosophy, photography, video games, writing, snowboarding (I LOVE MY NEVER SUMMER BOARD), then I list another thing, and the south.]
[people tend to like my suavey latin charm.]
[Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived, their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows. You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead, the dance of the dead, the dance of the deadIn time, Strangefolk found their way into the high reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls. Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of them up. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep. And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then, nothing.O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see There's nothing you believe you want But where were you when it all came down on me? Did you call me now?]
[kill bill vol. 1 and 2, the goonies, Donnie Darko (yes, I actually saw it), Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Harry Potter, Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Hotel Rwanda, king kong, Domino, V for Vendetta, Inside Man, The 5th element, Sleepy Hollow, Corpse Bride, (yes I love Tim Burton, and I could list more, but hey, this is myspace; Who reads any of this crap? Remember, remember, the fifth of November, The gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'Twas his intent To blow up the King and the Parliament. Poor old England to overthrow. By God's providence he was catchd With a dark lantern and burning match. Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring. Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King! Hip hip hoorah! Hip hip hoorah! ]
[Battlestar Galactica,aqua teen hunger force, family guy, The Daily Show (with Jon Stewart), the oblongs, and Reno 911 (woot), and that one shampoo commercial where you almost see the woman naked, but not quite]
[The Catcher in the Rye, Animal Farm, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, fear and loathing: on the campaign trail '72, the jungle, heart of darkness, cat's cradle, the poisonwood bible, the hobbit, maus, the old man and the sea, life of pi, i, Robot, Cannery Row, and anything that doesn't suck (the list goes on).]
[Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty in our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have. Voil! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis--vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. ]