DungeonmasterCal
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kenobi65 said:Or perhaps just Fame.
Crap..you beat me to it. But I guess our reactions slow down in our Golden Years.
What's this guy's story?
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Crap..you beat me to it. But I guess our reactions slow down in our Golden Years.
Thornir Alekeg
Albatross!
Uzumaki said:
Oh, this Modern Love!
mhacdebhandia
Explorer
I'll be 25 in December, born on my mother's 29th birthday. I'm the first child my parents had; I have a younger brother born in 1982 and an older half-sister twelve years my senior, from my mother's first marriage. My father was also married before, but had no children with his first wife; my parents are still together despite serious money problems in the late 1980s and now the stress of running a company together.
I grew up in increasingly-more-rural suburbs of Melbourne, Victoria - by the time I started going to school we lived in Healesville, which being at the other end of the Yarra Valley from Melbourne itself was really as close to the country as we ever got. In 1990 we moved up to the northern suburbs of Sydney in pursuit of a job offer my father received from an old colleague in his industry - veterinary pharmaceuticals. That job eventually lead to my parents partnering with one of my uncles on my father's side, a colleague of his, and their wives and buying out the veterinary side of the company in the mid-1990s. My parents manage that company to this day, and I am in fact writing this post while covering the phones for them while they're interstate - they have other employees, but they're all heavily-accented, possess terrible phone manners, and don't know much about the products, whereas I absorbed a great deal of information about them through osmosis over the last decade or so.
I don't really much care for life in Sydney - if nothing else, they obsess about rugby league around here, which I can't stand - but I have too many roots here to ever leave. If nothing else, I have a handful of very close friends who never want to live anywhere else and my Californian girlfriend wants to move here (specifically, even if we weren't together, she loves it so) when she graduates from CalPoly in a few years, so I don't have much choice.
I went to a selective high school, which was good, but it was also single-sex, which in hindsight was a mixed bag. I probably avoided a great deal of adolescent angst over my appearance and crushes and whatnot, but since I get along better with women than with men it meant I had the typical geek's experience in high school - long periods of time with either no good friends (though I never lacked for someone to talk to, at least) or "good" friends who weren't a good influence (though I never did anything I regretted, I wasted a lot of time trying to fit in with the "edgy" crowd one way or another).
Studying at the University of Sydney was much better. I had some problems stemming from an almost total absence of work ethic - which I'm slowly trying to correct - and I fell hard for someone who just wanted me to be her friend, but I resolved the second part of that to my satisfaction.
I did that by falling deeply in love with my current girlfriend. We spent about a year talking online, "together" after five months, before she came to study at the University of Sydney. We spent a frankly awful six months together, which have had a lasting impact on my emotional wellbeing and ability to really do much of anything at all. At the end of it she flew home, and pretty much didn't talk for two years.
During this period I (slowly and painfully) got my Honours degree in studies in religion. I do not recommend writing 10,000 words of your 13,000-word thesis the night before it's due, even if I did get a pretty good result. The next year, though, proved that I was in no shape to get a postgraduate degree, though I may go back in the near future depending on how successfully I can establish a work ethic for myself.
Anyway, about a year ago my girlfriend and I started talking again, and from "maybe we could be together one day when she's in Sydney" we progressed quickly to "hot damn we need to be together again." Last November she visited for five days on very short notice and we made it official.
We still have our problems, lots of them, but as you can probably tell she's the most important factor in my life even though she's only been a part of one-fifth of it. I have faith that one day we'll get everything working the way it should be.
I define myself partly as a typical geek but the thing I think that sets me apart from the stereotype is that I'm often (violently) disinterested in some of the typical geek phenomena like The Lord of the Rings, Babylon 5, conventions, anime, and European boardgames. It might just be that I'm unusual in the context of the geeks I know - not that I would trade being part of my university gaming society for the world.
I think that many of my friends would consider me a contradiction - I can be the best listener and advisor they have, but I can also be callous and refuse to take anything seriously. I tend to be liberal in my approach to social issues, bordering on libertarian when it comes to the issue of free speech and not paying mind to political correctness and conservative social mores, but at the same time I'm not actually as far from the mainstream in my personal behaviour as you might think someone with my opinions would be - I don't often drink (and I've never been drunk), I don't smoke, I don't use drugs. From one angle my life would look pretty conservative, which contributes to the "contradiction" thing.
There are other important things about me which I don't really know how to put into words.
I grew up in increasingly-more-rural suburbs of Melbourne, Victoria - by the time I started going to school we lived in Healesville, which being at the other end of the Yarra Valley from Melbourne itself was really as close to the country as we ever got. In 1990 we moved up to the northern suburbs of Sydney in pursuit of a job offer my father received from an old colleague in his industry - veterinary pharmaceuticals. That job eventually lead to my parents partnering with one of my uncles on my father's side, a colleague of his, and their wives and buying out the veterinary side of the company in the mid-1990s. My parents manage that company to this day, and I am in fact writing this post while covering the phones for them while they're interstate - they have other employees, but they're all heavily-accented, possess terrible phone manners, and don't know much about the products, whereas I absorbed a great deal of information about them through osmosis over the last decade or so.
I don't really much care for life in Sydney - if nothing else, they obsess about rugby league around here, which I can't stand - but I have too many roots here to ever leave. If nothing else, I have a handful of very close friends who never want to live anywhere else and my Californian girlfriend wants to move here (specifically, even if we weren't together, she loves it so) when she graduates from CalPoly in a few years, so I don't have much choice.
I went to a selective high school, which was good, but it was also single-sex, which in hindsight was a mixed bag. I probably avoided a great deal of adolescent angst over my appearance and crushes and whatnot, but since I get along better with women than with men it meant I had the typical geek's experience in high school - long periods of time with either no good friends (though I never lacked for someone to talk to, at least) or "good" friends who weren't a good influence (though I never did anything I regretted, I wasted a lot of time trying to fit in with the "edgy" crowd one way or another).
Studying at the University of Sydney was much better. I had some problems stemming from an almost total absence of work ethic - which I'm slowly trying to correct - and I fell hard for someone who just wanted me to be her friend, but I resolved the second part of that to my satisfaction.
I did that by falling deeply in love with my current girlfriend. We spent about a year talking online, "together" after five months, before she came to study at the University of Sydney. We spent a frankly awful six months together, which have had a lasting impact on my emotional wellbeing and ability to really do much of anything at all. At the end of it she flew home, and pretty much didn't talk for two years.
During this period I (slowly and painfully) got my Honours degree in studies in religion. I do not recommend writing 10,000 words of your 13,000-word thesis the night before it's due, even if I did get a pretty good result. The next year, though, proved that I was in no shape to get a postgraduate degree, though I may go back in the near future depending on how successfully I can establish a work ethic for myself.
Anyway, about a year ago my girlfriend and I started talking again, and from "maybe we could be together one day when she's in Sydney" we progressed quickly to "hot damn we need to be together again." Last November she visited for five days on very short notice and we made it official.
We still have our problems, lots of them, but as you can probably tell she's the most important factor in my life even though she's only been a part of one-fifth of it. I have faith that one day we'll get everything working the way it should be.
I define myself partly as a typical geek but the thing I think that sets me apart from the stereotype is that I'm often (violently) disinterested in some of the typical geek phenomena like The Lord of the Rings, Babylon 5, conventions, anime, and European boardgames. It might just be that I'm unusual in the context of the geeks I know - not that I would trade being part of my university gaming society for the world.
I think that many of my friends would consider me a contradiction - I can be the best listener and advisor they have, but I can also be callous and refuse to take anything seriously. I tend to be liberal in my approach to social issues, bordering on libertarian when it comes to the issue of free speech and not paying mind to political correctness and conservative social mores, but at the same time I'm not actually as far from the mainstream in my personal behaviour as you might think someone with my opinions would be - I don't often drink (and I've never been drunk), I don't smoke, I don't use drugs. From one angle my life would look pretty conservative, which contributes to the "contradiction" thing.
There are other important things about me which I don't really know how to put into words.
Acquana
First Post
Acquana -- Artist and Sometimes Poster
Well, might as well throw in a few cents since this is a Rangerwickett thread.
I was born in 1981 in Bellingham, Washington, and was brough to my mother wheezing. I have severe allergies, asmtha, and just plain bad luck which produced a novel-length medical record before I even moved to Texas by age 5.
I've been telling stories all my life, secluded in my own world. I have an older sister who was everything to me and probably still doesn't realize it even though I've told her point-blank.
I may have a crappy CON bonus, but a killer Will save.
I've always managed to have a strange sort of innocence about me, no matter what I'd actually been through, which to many people seems to mean it's okay to take advantage of me. Thus I've experienced far, far more than most people, and I somehow still look as though I'm kinda new at this whole "life" thing.
Possibly the best compliment I've ever had was from someone who had previously broken my heart and was trying to apologize years later: "You know ... I've never seen anyone still be able to stand up after the kind of things you've been through."
On more happy notes, my first real boyfriend was Rangerwickett. He got me into gaming, EN Publishing, and was the one who convinced me to at least try to make friends at my college's gaming club. He and I didn't work out but we're still buddies, and his advice on gaming lead me to meet the man of my life, Wellstar. I actually remember the exact moment I feel in love with him--that night that I opened the door, saw him there, and suddenly and inexplicably he was the most amazing person I'd ever seen in my life. He's on the boards, but doesn't show up too often. He's more of a goon than an ENnie.
We currently live in a three-bedroom house in Savannah, Georgia, where we both recently graduated from the Savannah College of Art and Design. Both of us are sequential art majors, and attempting to make it as artists (check my sig). Our best friends are also SCADies, and we game once a week. Wellstar runs one Sunday, I run the next, and so on. Although our life is extremely unstable right now (what with the guy who was going to room with us ducking out two days before the move and Wellstar having to quit his job because the bus fares were eating nearly 2/3 of his paychecks), I'm more happy than I've ever been in my life.
I came from a family of geeks who have a lot of the problems I had through school even now: They find their peers horribly boring, and prefer the company of geeks to those they supposedly have more in common with (ie church goers, coworkers, age or economic class).
Storytelling is my life, whether it be creative writing (though I haven't done it in a while), gaming, or especially comics.
The most horrible of the 4 kids from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (the movie), was Mike Teavee. People who can somehow look at the wonder and beauty of the world with such piercing, soulless eyes sicken and terrify me.
I can't stand movies and stories with lots of gore, death, and despair. I watch Disney and Studio Ghibli movies, I wear pink on a fairly regular basis ... But the stories I write often have horrible scenes of unnerving death, shattered realities, and loss of innocence. The man I'm in love with listens to heavy metal, wears nothing but neutral and cool colors, and loves zombie, action, and horror flicks. He writes children's stories.
Figure that last bit out, and I'll bake you a heaping bowl of angst cookies.
The only line I don't like to cross in the stories I write ... I simply must have a happy ending. I want to say that's how I look at life. The horrible, horrible things that people do to each other, and happen to good people will eventually pay off with a ride into the sunset, a warm love scene, or the promise of something better.
And I think that's a happy enough to note this post on. Thank ya, g'night.
Well, might as well throw in a few cents since this is a Rangerwickett thread.
I was born in 1981 in Bellingham, Washington, and was brough to my mother wheezing. I have severe allergies, asmtha, and just plain bad luck which produced a novel-length medical record before I even moved to Texas by age 5.
I've been telling stories all my life, secluded in my own world. I have an older sister who was everything to me and probably still doesn't realize it even though I've told her point-blank.
I may have a crappy CON bonus, but a killer Will save.
I've always managed to have a strange sort of innocence about me, no matter what I'd actually been through, which to many people seems to mean it's okay to take advantage of me. Thus I've experienced far, far more than most people, and I somehow still look as though I'm kinda new at this whole "life" thing.
Possibly the best compliment I've ever had was from someone who had previously broken my heart and was trying to apologize years later: "You know ... I've never seen anyone still be able to stand up after the kind of things you've been through."
On more happy notes, my first real boyfriend was Rangerwickett. He got me into gaming, EN Publishing, and was the one who convinced me to at least try to make friends at my college's gaming club. He and I didn't work out but we're still buddies, and his advice on gaming lead me to meet the man of my life, Wellstar. I actually remember the exact moment I feel in love with him--that night that I opened the door, saw him there, and suddenly and inexplicably he was the most amazing person I'd ever seen in my life. He's on the boards, but doesn't show up too often. He's more of a goon than an ENnie.
We currently live in a three-bedroom house in Savannah, Georgia, where we both recently graduated from the Savannah College of Art and Design. Both of us are sequential art majors, and attempting to make it as artists (check my sig). Our best friends are also SCADies, and we game once a week. Wellstar runs one Sunday, I run the next, and so on. Although our life is extremely unstable right now (what with the guy who was going to room with us ducking out two days before the move and Wellstar having to quit his job because the bus fares were eating nearly 2/3 of his paychecks), I'm more happy than I've ever been in my life.
I came from a family of geeks who have a lot of the problems I had through school even now: They find their peers horribly boring, and prefer the company of geeks to those they supposedly have more in common with (ie church goers, coworkers, age or economic class).
Storytelling is my life, whether it be creative writing (though I haven't done it in a while), gaming, or especially comics.
The most horrible of the 4 kids from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (the movie), was Mike Teavee. People who can somehow look at the wonder and beauty of the world with such piercing, soulless eyes sicken and terrify me.
I can't stand movies and stories with lots of gore, death, and despair. I watch Disney and Studio Ghibli movies, I wear pink on a fairly regular basis ... But the stories I write often have horrible scenes of unnerving death, shattered realities, and loss of innocence. The man I'm in love with listens to heavy metal, wears nothing but neutral and cool colors, and loves zombie, action, and horror flicks. He writes children's stories.
Figure that last bit out, and I'll bake you a heaping bowl of angst cookies.
The only line I don't like to cross in the stories I write ... I simply must have a happy ending. I want to say that's how I look at life. The horrible, horrible things that people do to each other, and happen to good people will eventually pay off with a ride into the sunset, a warm love scene, or the promise of something better.
And I think that's a happy enough to note this post on. Thank ya, g'night.
fuindordm
Adventurer
34, Male.
I grew up in Rhode Island and went to Brown University. I had lots of geeky friends and a few amusing adventures, but didn't get into any serious trouble. I did a lot of technical theater as well as physics, almost double-majoring. I joined a fraternity, something I swore I would never do, full of gaming and stroytelling geeks just like me (Delta Psi).
After college I took a year off to bum around in an all-too-dirty apartment with a couple of friends, and we played uan awful lot of RPGs. Mostly we were slackers such as those immortalized in the card game Chez Geek, down to the Ramen Noodle Iron Chef cook-offs.
I missed learning physics, so I went to Ann Arbor, Michigan and started working on the PhD. I made a lot of geeky friends there, too--the guy I stayed with when I came to visit the campus invited me to a game of Cosmic Encounter with his friends. Score!
I met my wife there at a party that both of us were dragged to, and my future changed forever. Sandrine was from Marseille, and I began studying French and rediscovered a love for foreign languages that had been misplaced after high school. After I graduated we moved to California to follow my research career, which for various reasons was rather disagreeable. Not enjoying CA very much, I landed a research contract in Paris and we moved here last year.
We've got a 3-yr old daughter, are loving life in France, and I'm sick of research and looking for some other career. Life is good, and I still game. I found my current Parisian group on EN World (through Turanil), and they're a lot of fun.
I enjoy the conversations I read and sometimes join on this board, and value it highly. It's been fun reading these resumés.
Cheers,
Ben
I grew up in Rhode Island and went to Brown University. I had lots of geeky friends and a few amusing adventures, but didn't get into any serious trouble. I did a lot of technical theater as well as physics, almost double-majoring. I joined a fraternity, something I swore I would never do, full of gaming and stroytelling geeks just like me (Delta Psi).
After college I took a year off to bum around in an all-too-dirty apartment with a couple of friends, and we played uan awful lot of RPGs. Mostly we were slackers such as those immortalized in the card game Chez Geek, down to the Ramen Noodle Iron Chef cook-offs.
I missed learning physics, so I went to Ann Arbor, Michigan and started working on the PhD. I made a lot of geeky friends there, too--the guy I stayed with when I came to visit the campus invited me to a game of Cosmic Encounter with his friends. Score!
I met my wife there at a party that both of us were dragged to, and my future changed forever. Sandrine was from Marseille, and I began studying French and rediscovered a love for foreign languages that had been misplaced after high school. After I graduated we moved to California to follow my research career, which for various reasons was rather disagreeable. Not enjoying CA very much, I landed a research contract in Paris and we moved here last year.
We've got a 3-yr old daughter, are loving life in France, and I'm sick of research and looking for some other career. Life is good, and I still game. I found my current Parisian group on EN World (through Turanil), and they're a lot of fun.
I enjoy the conversations I read and sometimes join on this board, and value it highly. It's been fun reading these resumés.
Cheers,
Ben
Blue_Kryptonite
First Post
Enjoyable thread. I don't think I've ever ventured into Off-topic before.
Anyway: I sometimes think we're defined by numbers
Age: 39
# of brothers: 4
# of sisters: 0
# of States of residence:6
# of countries of residence: 2
# of times watching Star Wars IV in the theater: 1
# of times watching Star Wars IV since: 210
Years playing D&D: 26
Years of Marriage: 21
Number of children: 1
Years at current job: 6
Number of miniatures in collection: 1500+ (stopped counting... sorry)
Years sculpting miniatures: 2
# of threads I've started on ENWorld: 2
Interesting life experiences: 0
Game ON!
Nyrfherdr
Anyway: I sometimes think we're defined by numbers
Age: 39
# of brothers: 4
# of sisters: 0
# of States of residence:6
# of countries of residence: 2
# of times watching Star Wars IV in the theater: 1
# of times watching Star Wars IV since: 210
Years playing D&D: 26
Years of Marriage: 21
Number of children: 1
Years at current job: 6
Number of miniatures in collection: 1500+ (stopped counting... sorry)
Years sculpting miniatures: 2
# of threads I've started on ENWorld: 2
Interesting life experiences: 0
Game ON!
Nyrfherdr
LogicsFate
First Post
Most things I do, I do only to entertain myself
-J.M.-
Here I lie jotting down pieces of my life with a golf pencil. Moments ago 7 short blasts followed by 1 long one sounded through the ships horn. I lie wearing a bulky life vest, and I wait, and write.
I look over and instruct my grandmother on donning here own vest, I look back. I can't find the paper i was writing on. How did I lose it that fast, where'd it go? I check my pockets, the the bed, the my pockets again, under the pillow perhaps, the pockets twice more...
O, on the floor, I pick it up and continue writing, Nana's ready, we exit the room following the push of the crowds.
Soon enough we end up at our assinged letter, we're f's.
Then we wait for further instructions.
We wait.
We wait...
-A moment in the life of LogicsFate-
Hi, I saw this a few weeks ago and decided to save my reply till post 999, I have a flair for the dramatic
I'm 20 years old, no college education, I work as a teacher's aide/dorm work at a school for the multi handicapped vision impaired. I recently moved to Daytona Beach, FL. U.S.
As for my past, the best word for it would be varaity, I've lived in Preconstructed houses, and trashy apartment, I've lived in huge lake front homes and condo overseeing the beach.
I've been a strait A student and I've gone years without passing any classes. I've been the guy everyone thought would be president, and I've been in jail.
I'ts been a hell of a twenty years.
Born early 85 I was a happy-go-lucky kid for about 8year then my mother died of cancer, then my grandmother died of cancer, then my grandfather just died. I moved in my my father and a real live wicked step mother(I'm geussing she's in jail now) and evil step sister(recently had a baby by an illeagal Canadian immagrant), but that all hearsay. It this point I was longer asked to do homework, people said he's depressed. So I failed all classes, no one cared, expecially not me. Years later the keep letting me go along with school now citing that I had a learning diability. Even in highschool enough teachers just let me pass, as I still did reasonably well on tests, even with the lack of homework, class work or projects.
For eight long years, I lived with an imbalanced step family, had many experience I won't related, because I have put that period behind me.
Since the I have had stints living with my father and his girlfriend, living alone, and with a jerk of a room mate.
I am a creature of habit, so if i start something, I tend to keep doing it till something comes along and makes me stop. I'm lazy and procrastinate to a literally criminal level.
The greatest moments in my life have been with friends, doing what friends to.
But here I am in the latest year of my life, content with with what's going on and how I turned out. Many times I think towards the future, which of course is very uncertain...
On a later and interesting note, I dislike writing stories, the appeal PbP holds for my is not in the stories but the interaction
So excuse the poor, slightly disjointed ramblings
(I'm also paranoid!
)
this computer can't cut and paste for some reason
-J.M.-
Here I lie jotting down pieces of my life with a golf pencil. Moments ago 7 short blasts followed by 1 long one sounded through the ships horn. I lie wearing a bulky life vest, and I wait, and write.
I look over and instruct my grandmother on donning here own vest, I look back. I can't find the paper i was writing on. How did I lose it that fast, where'd it go? I check my pockets, the the bed, the my pockets again, under the pillow perhaps, the pockets twice more...
O, on the floor, I pick it up and continue writing, Nana's ready, we exit the room following the push of the crowds.
Soon enough we end up at our assinged letter, we're f's.
Then we wait for further instructions.
We wait.
We wait...
-A moment in the life of LogicsFate-
Hi, I saw this a few weeks ago and decided to save my reply till post 999, I have a flair for the dramatic
I'm 20 years old, no college education, I work as a teacher's aide/dorm work at a school for the multi handicapped vision impaired. I recently moved to Daytona Beach, FL. U.S.
As for my past, the best word for it would be varaity, I've lived in Preconstructed houses, and trashy apartment, I've lived in huge lake front homes and condo overseeing the beach.
I've been a strait A student and I've gone years without passing any classes. I've been the guy everyone thought would be president, and I've been in jail.
I'ts been a hell of a twenty years.
Born early 85 I was a happy-go-lucky kid for about 8year then my mother died of cancer, then my grandmother died of cancer, then my grandfather just died. I moved in my my father and a real live wicked step mother(I'm geussing she's in jail now) and evil step sister(recently had a baby by an illeagal Canadian immagrant), but that all hearsay. It this point I was longer asked to do homework, people said he's depressed. So I failed all classes, no one cared, expecially not me. Years later the keep letting me go along with school now citing that I had a learning diability. Even in highschool enough teachers just let me pass, as I still did reasonably well on tests, even with the lack of homework, class work or projects.
For eight long years, I lived with an imbalanced step family, had many experience I won't related, because I have put that period behind me.
Since the I have had stints living with my father and his girlfriend, living alone, and with a jerk of a room mate.
I am a creature of habit, so if i start something, I tend to keep doing it till something comes along and makes me stop. I'm lazy and procrastinate to a literally criminal level.
The greatest moments in my life have been with friends, doing what friends to.
But here I am in the latest year of my life, content with with what's going on and how I turned out. Many times I think towards the future, which of course is very uncertain...
On a later and interesting note, I dislike writing stories, the appeal PbP holds for my is not in the stories but the interaction
So excuse the poor, slightly disjointed ramblings
(I'm also paranoid!
)this computer can't cut and paste for some reason
GentleGiant
Explorer
30-year-old "Viking" from the beautiful country of Denmark.
Grew up in a mid-sized (by Danish standards) city where I, finally, in '99 got my high school degree (well, the quivalent anyway - it's separate from elementary/middle school over here and I did some other high school equivalent studying before that but never finished). Moved to the second largest city here in Denmark in 2000 to attend university... but so far hasn't been able to finish a whole year.
Not that it's intellectually difficult (that's never been a problem, finished my high school exams with a very good GPA without ever opening a book - oh, and our last year of high school is equivalent to the first year of college in the US
), but I've been suffering from depression for quite a while now, which has made a lot of things difficult (plus it's not exactly contributing to improving my abysmal financial problems). 
Was planning on becoming a teacher, but not so sure about that now... not so sure about what I want to do at all, actually. :\
Much more active before I moved, though. Started gaming in '89. I was the chairman of a local roleplaying club since '93 (about 50 members, sometimes more), started 3 different courses at a local youth school/center (a special thing we have here in Denmark, courses are for 14-18-year-olds, they're free, usually happen in the evening (7 - 9.30) and there's a huge selection of courses to choose from (from learning to play guitar, motorshop, woodshop, math, English, potterymaking etc... and my 3 courses: Roleplaying, Live-Action Roleplaying, and Painting Miniatures for Wargames)) and arranged a small con at the youth school too (all of which, the con and the courses, are still going strong today
).
I also play football (American football) and have played semi-pro football in LA in 2004 (Inglewood Blackhawks - they've invited me back but I can't afford the travel expenses).
I've had two stints to the US, one in late 2003/early 2004 to visit a ladyfriend at the time (managed to visit my cousin and her American husband down in Florida too... and experienced a tropical storm, an ice storm and a snow storm on the way back up to WV) and then my trip later in 2004 to visit another ladyfriend and play football.
My parents are recently divorced (this year). My brother is a trained carpenter and is currently living on his own, with his beautiful daughter staying at his place every other week (planning to move in with his new girlfriend as far as I've heard, though - well "new" in the sense that they've started dating again, which they've done before).
Currently dating a girl in London long distance (sigh).
Got a couple of close friends (about 4), all roleplayers, but haven't really made a lot of new friends in the last 5-6 years.
Had some difficult years in elementary school where I was bullied a lot, most likely because of my vicious temper, but the temper seemed to dissipate about the same time that I started roleplaying... interestingly enough
Now I'm 6'6" and 300 lbs, so noone has bullied me for quite a while now - I'm also the most down to earth and calm guy you'll meet, so it's not exactly as if I'm instigating fights, despite of my (as I've been told) at times fairly fearsome appearance (because of my size I think).
Phew, I think those are the major points in this sad story.
Oh, and my name is Claus... and yes, I've heard pretty much all the Santa jokes out there
Grew up in a mid-sized (by Danish standards) city where I, finally, in '99 got my high school degree (well, the quivalent anyway - it's separate from elementary/middle school over here and I did some other high school equivalent studying before that but never finished). Moved to the second largest city here in Denmark in 2000 to attend university... but so far hasn't been able to finish a whole year.
Not that it's intellectually difficult (that's never been a problem, finished my high school exams with a very good GPA without ever opening a book - oh, and our last year of high school is equivalent to the first year of college in the US
), but I've been suffering from depression for quite a while now, which has made a lot of things difficult (plus it's not exactly contributing to improving my abysmal financial problems). Was planning on becoming a teacher, but not so sure about that now... not so sure about what I want to do at all, actually. :\
Much more active before I moved, though. Started gaming in '89. I was the chairman of a local roleplaying club since '93 (about 50 members, sometimes more), started 3 different courses at a local youth school/center (a special thing we have here in Denmark, courses are for 14-18-year-olds, they're free, usually happen in the evening (7 - 9.30) and there's a huge selection of courses to choose from (from learning to play guitar, motorshop, woodshop, math, English, potterymaking etc... and my 3 courses: Roleplaying, Live-Action Roleplaying, and Painting Miniatures for Wargames)) and arranged a small con at the youth school too (all of which, the con and the courses, are still going strong today
).I also play football (American football) and have played semi-pro football in LA in 2004 (Inglewood Blackhawks - they've invited me back but I can't afford the travel expenses).
I've had two stints to the US, one in late 2003/early 2004 to visit a ladyfriend at the time (managed to visit my cousin and her American husband down in Florida too... and experienced a tropical storm, an ice storm and a snow storm on the way back up to WV) and then my trip later in 2004 to visit another ladyfriend and play football.
My parents are recently divorced (this year). My brother is a trained carpenter and is currently living on his own, with his beautiful daughter staying at his place every other week (planning to move in with his new girlfriend as far as I've heard, though - well "new" in the sense that they've started dating again, which they've done before).
Currently dating a girl in London long distance (sigh).
Got a couple of close friends (about 4), all roleplayers, but haven't really made a lot of new friends in the last 5-6 years.
Had some difficult years in elementary school where I was bullied a lot, most likely because of my vicious temper, but the temper seemed to dissipate about the same time that I started roleplaying... interestingly enough
Now I'm 6'6" and 300 lbs, so noone has bullied me for quite a while now
- I'm also the most down to earth and calm guy you'll meet, so it's not exactly as if I'm instigating fights, despite of my (as I've been told) at times fairly fearsome appearance (because of my size I think).Phew, I think those are the major points in this sad story.
Oh, and my name is Claus... and yes, I've heard pretty much all the Santa jokes out there
