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Reinhardt

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About Me

I am not a space marine. That much is certain. I'm not German, French, but I am Spanish. A bit. I'm normally not one to take nose dives off short piers, but will if properly convinced (that is to say, BRIBED--you will find this theme often when dealing with me).I am not an asshole. At least, I don't think I'm an asshole. But most assholes don't think they're assholes in my experience. Nay, the biggest assholes think that they are, in fact, the biggest non-assholes they have ever met. And they say this using the third person, accentuating their asshole-ness (e.g. "Chris isn't an asshole. He's a suave fellow with a sensitive heart and a weakness for receiving blow-jobs from chicks with tight racks. Hello, my name is Chris."). And now that I think about it, maybe I AM an asshole, seeing that I firmly believe that I am not one, that I am in fact a saint, in my fashion, who weilds his great responsibilities respectful of those who could not understand his position. Yes, that's right. Reinhardt is definitely not an asshole.I am not a lover or a fighter. Rather, I'm the guy in the corner who tells the real lovers and fighters what to do as if I was in the fray. But, in fact, I have tricked everyone.Wait a second, I am a space marine.

My Interests

I guess I'd have to say that I like writing, judging from all the fucking typing I have to do to set up this bullshit. I like reading graphic novels, and if there are any hot women left reading this page, let me scare the rest of you away by telling you that that means I like reading comic books. There you go. Run away. I like taking long walks and not talking on the phone. But enough about me. What do you like to do? Grow grapes? Why, I never would have thought. Wait, you like cooking pastries, too? But your figure is so svelt and lean! Shut up--I bet you work out every day. I mean, the last time I made tart tatin, I gained five pounds just looking at the thing. No really, I do love motocross. No, you shut up!

I'd like to meet:

I'd really like to meet some dwarves sometime. Really. I'm not saying that in a demeaning way or anything.

Music:

I love death metal. Cannibal Corpse. Opeth. Corrosion of Conformity. If it sounds like cookie monster is singing, I've already ordered the CD. It's en route to my house as you read this.

Movies:

Serious time here: I confess to being a movie snob. I love my Lars von Trier, my Kieslowski, my Michael Haneke, and all sorts of work from foreign directors and foreign countries. I do look down upon the state of American film. With the possible exception of splatter/exploitation films and romantic comedies. What? Did I just type that I like romantic comedies? Well, I'm too lazy to hit backspace, and it isn't like anyone's going to read this, right? Right?

Television:

I don't own one anymore, so I'm a bit behind on the times. But I do have to say that I still hold a special place in my heart for that MacGuyver fellow.

Books:

The novelization of Alien 3 by Alan Dean Foster was a particular highlight in my reading career. In fact, many of Mr. Dean Foster's books rank high on my list of worthwhile pieces of literature. The novelization of Passenger 57, based on the movie starring Wesley Snipes, is of particular interest, as it introduces the character of Esteban--who did not appear in the movie--an aging marine from the Gulf War who gives his life so that Passenger 57 can defeat the maniacal airplane hijackers. Passenger 57's line at the end ("This one's for you, Esteban. Your country salutes YOU.") is very moving.

Heroes:

You. You want to know why? Because not everyone would have thought that the CEO of E.V.I.L. Enterprises was worth saving. But you didn't give up on him. You thought that he deserved a second chance because if he can change for the better, then maybe we all can change. Maybe we all can change.

My Blog

I set out today determined to find Kip Winger.

And I found him. I was not aware that this would be such a short quest, one of those times when you set out to find that obscure Boxer Rebellion stamp, only to find it on the front of your Porn-of-the...
Posted by Reinhardt on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 11:19:00 PST

Fine.

Be that way. Let's allow all sorts of professional sports icons into the Olympics. This is just a matter of recourse. I have no inclination one way or the other. I'm just saying that there should be p...
Posted by Reinhardt on Tue, 21 Feb 2006 11:02:00 PST

Calmed down now

Okay. Crisis not averted, but pleasantly forgotten. Not to say that I still don't suck at writing, but at least the lovely blue sky out my window has innured me to the harsh realities of the world. An...
Posted by Reinhardt on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 07:18:00 PST

Writing about nothing

Okay, so I still hate blogs and all, but this morning, I think I'm just going to stop writing (as in fiction in general). Well, it's not like I have a choice in the matter, as I have tried to leave wr...
Posted by Reinhardt on Wed, 25 Jan 2006 04:59:00 PST

Paris, et. al.

I came back from my european tour yesterday, and I had a great time. But that's not what I want to talk about today. As a friend said, you can't really go wrong with traveling, and you can't really go...
Posted by Reinhardt on Thu, 19 Jan 2006 03:42:00 PST

I hate blogs.

No, I'm lying about hating blogs. But I don't love blogs, either. It really is just a bunch of people blathering on about how important this is or that is or such. Of course, if they're talking about ...
Posted by Reinhardt on Thu, 12 Jan 2006 11:47:00 PST