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Sean Gilligan

We are all alone together.

About Me

My name is Sean. I guess I'm a pretty liberal and open minded person. I like music (diregarding rap and country). I appreciate mathematical beauty. I also despise a lot of things I enjoy. I like to sleep and eat like any other, and I like to be social. I am in love with women and the internets in that order.
Starting July 19th I will officially be in the United States Navy. Two months after that I should be settled in at the Navy Nuclear Power School in Charleston, South Carolina. I will be a geek here studying math, physics, chemistry, engineering, and the likes.
If you would like to know more, talk to me.
Life is is too short.
I have a livejournal.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/tehgilligan/
IM me at TehGilligan
Nijel Turnbottom was not the best apprentice wizard in Thay. He was not the most intelligent, and he was not the most ruthless. Nijel took twice the time his peers did when learning a new spell, and his grasp of the magical arts ended with the most simple of spells. The Red Wizards continued his education only because it amused them. In good time, another apprentice would get rid of Nijel via the appropriate means -- or a magical accident would do him in.
Strangely, though, Nijel did not meet with an untimely demise. He seemed blessed with the most extraordinary luck. When someone directed a spell against him, it would frequently backfire on the caster. The Red Wizards still tell of the unfortunate young wizard who attempted to test his new flesh to stone spell on Nijel, only to wind up as a statue in the center of the zulkir's estate. He is now a favorite roosting spot for pigeons, crows, and canaries.
Nijel never seemed to notice the bizarre magical occurrences that took place around him, which was always to his benefit. He wandered through life with blinders on, barely aware of the arcane chaos that followed wherever he went as magic missile spells misfired, cause fear spells caused panic, and charm person spells went awry. Some Red Wizards theorized that it was precisely this oblivious attitude that protected Nijel from offensive magic. If he didn't notice the mystic energy being directed against him, then it wasn't really there. The proponents of this theory met with frequent derision and occasional disintegration. ("Well, I guess you were paying too much attention there Bobbo, weren't ya?")
Others believed that Nijel was under the protection of a deity or some ancient artifact. Still others conjectured that the weird happenings were the fault of Nijel's familiar, a suspiciously large canary named Dave.
Most just figured that Nijel was one lucky son of a @&!$%.
As it turned out, the initial cause of Nijel's strange luck was a simple ring. In a manner similar to a ring of spell turning, the ring deflected spells away from Nijel. However, an additional property of nondetection allows its properties to remain secret to the casual observer. The low quality of its design and its magical properties serve to keep this minor artifact a secret for now.
The innocuous canary familiar named Dave is really an imp sent to guide and protect Nijel as he journeys the road of evil. Dave has always been extremely effective at his job, keeping Nijel alive when he would otherwise have been reduced to smoldering cinders. (In fact, he is the one who tweets the command word (actually canary warble) of the ring Nijel possesses.) Unfortunately, Nijel wasn't particularly good at his job: Try as he might, Dave couldn't get the young man interested in being evil, or even particularly rude. Dave tried to contact his demonic superiors many times to straighten out this obvious misunderstanding, but he was never able to navigate the 666 options of the Baator Voicemail System.
Then, one day, Nijel and Dave happened upon a necromancer pursuing the dark ritual that would transform him into a lich. In a desperate attempt to bring Nijel to the ways of evil, Dave caused the ritual to go awry, refocusing its arcane energy on Nijel instead of the caster. Unfortunately, the necromancer chose a poorly worded exclamation while interrupted: "You dare defy me and interrupt my ritual, thus causing your own transformation into a lich?" Nijel shrugged and said, "Sure. Whatever." That was all the permission Dave needed to change the ritual to his advantage. The necromancer was quite annoyed at having been deprived of his undeath, and a magical battle ensued, followed by much shouting and flying of feathers.
When the smoke cleared, Nijel discovered that the transition to lichdom had given him a degree of magical power that he had never before enjoyed. However, he still didn't feel especially evil. When Dave asked him how he did feel Nijel could only reply, "Lichie."
This spawned the nickname that would follow Nijel for the rest of his undeath.
Finally accepting that he would never coax Nijel into a lifetime of dastardly deeds and nefarious acts, Dave changed his tactics. If he couldn't get Nijel to be a powerful villain, perhaps he could persuade him to work to the detriment of all sentient beings in another way: publishing self-help books.
With a little helpful editing from his familiar, Nijel's first work, Undeath's a Lich and You Don't Die, became a bestseller throughout Faerün, leading many people to the study of necromancy who might otherwise have been productive members of society.
After the relatively mediocre success of his second and third books, respectively titled I'm Undead, You're Undead and Our Phylacteries, Ourselves, Nijel became despondent. While Dave was enthusiastically planning their next book, The Thirteen Habits of Highly Decomposed People, Nijel slipped quietly away in the night. He left only a short note for his old friend, in which Nijel thanked Dave for his support and transferred all future book royalties to the fiendish canary.
Nijel did a brief stint in Kara-Tur, studying mysticism with an enclave of monks. After that, he disappeared completely and his whereabouts remain unknown. Some say he dwells in the Underdark, contemplating the meaning of his unliving existence. Others say that he runs an ice cream shoppe near Baldur's Gate, and still others claim that he has returned to his old friend Dave, and the two are collaborating on yet another blockbuster self-help book. The only thing that is certain is that Nijel Turnbottom, also known as the Lichie Lich, will not resurface into the public eye until he is good and ready.

My Interests

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamer of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties,
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

A breath of our inspiration,
Is the life of each generation.
A wondrous thing of our dreaming,
Unearthly, impossible seeming-
The soldier, the king, and the peasant
Are working together in one,
Till our dream shall become their present,
And their work in the world be done.

They had no vision amazing
Of the goodly house they are raising.
They had no divine foreshowing
Of the land to which they are going:
But on one man's soul it hath broke,
A light that doth not depart
And his look, or a word he hath spoken,
Wrought flame in another man's heart.

And therefore today is thrilling,
With a past day's late fulfilling.
And the multitudes are enlisted
In the faith that their fathers resisted,
And, scorning the dream of tomorrow,
Are bringing to pass, as they may,
In the world, for it's joy or it's sorrow,
The dream that was scorned yesterday.

But we, with our dreaming and singing,
Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
The glory about us clinging
Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing;
O men! It must ever be
That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,
A little apart from ye.

For we are afar with the dawning
And the suns that are not yet high,
And out of the infinite morning
Intrepid you hear us cry-
How, spite of your human scorning,
Once more God's future draws nigh,
And already goes forth the warning
That ye of the past must die.

Great hail! we cry to the corners
From the dazzling unknown shore;
Bring us hither your sun and your summers,
And renew our world as of yore;
You shall teach us your song's new numbers,
And things that we dreamt not before;
Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
And a singer who sings no more.
-- Arthur O'Shaughnessy 1844-1881

I'd like to meet:


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Music:

Music is magic.

Movies:

"You truly love each other, and so you might have been truly happy. Not one couple in a century has that chance, no matter what the storybooks say. And so I think no man in a century will suffer as greatly as you will."

"Voilà! 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 a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone 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, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."

Books:

Logically, accidently killing yourself in a collision with a train should be relatively hard to do. The trains are big, noisy and travel on fixed tracks that are well marked. However, between 1995 and 2000, 83 people have been killed in Florida as a result of collisions with a train at a railroad crossing.
When you approach a railroad crossing or are at a railroad crossing, look both ways for an approaching train. Look and listen for the approach of the train, you are not always warned of the approach of a train. Intersections between trains and motor vehicles that do not have barriers should be crossed with extreme caution. Additionally, there may be more than one track at the crossing. Be sure to look on all the tracks at the crossing for trains. If you look under the cross buck or gate, there will be a small sign that tells you how many tracks are at that particular intersection.
Never go around a traffic gate at a railroad crossing. A lowered gate means that the crossing of the train will happen very soon. When the train has passed by, do not start up immediately as there may be another train on the same track or on another track at the crossing. When you stop for the train, stop at least 15 feet from the track, this gives you a safe distance from the potential overhang of any of the freight cars hitting your car and dragging it after the train.
If your vehicle stalls on the tracks, move it off the tracks. If the vehicle is too large to move, call the police and advise them where you are so they can call the railroad and have them stop any trains. At most crossings in Florida, there is a plate under the cross buck that lists the location of the crossing for the railroad, pass this information to the police.
If your vehicle stalls on the tracks and the train is approaching, get out of the vehicle. The best way to run is at a 45-degree angle toward the train away from the tracks. If you run away from the train, you might be struck by debris that is thrown up when the train strikes your vehicle.

Heroes:


My Blog

It's almost over.

In one month and fifteen days (July 19th) I'm going off to basic training because I have joined the United States Navy.  This blog isn't about that though.  It's about now, the present. ...
Posted by Sean Gilligan on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 08:20:00 PST

Final Fantasy

I just beat Final Fantasy 10.  I've been building up my characters forever too.  So I was expecting it to be hard as hell at the end.  It was fucking easy.  It was just ridiculous....
Posted by Sean Gilligan on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 09:26:00 PST

the return of livejournal

I have updated my livejournal and will continue to do so now...so ummm add me? http://www.livejournal.com/users/tehgilligan/
Posted by Sean Gilligan on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST