Nate's Profile
Friends: 69
| Name: | Nathaniel |
| Join Date: | 14-May 04 |
| Total Posts: | 9174 |
| Posts Per Day: | 2.8 |
| Sex: | Male |
| Relationship Status: | Single |
| Orientation: | Straight |
| Race: | White / Caucasian |
| Body Type: | Average |
| Smoke / Drink: | Yes / Yes |
| Birthdate: | 21 December 1983 |
| Sign | Saggittarius |
| Hometown: | Kent, WA |
| Location: | Seattle, WA |
| College: | Washington |
| Year: | Graduated |
| Major: | History |
| Frat / Sorority: | Meh. |
| Favorite Music: | Top 10 as of 9/12/06: - The Smiths - The Decemberists - Death Cab for Cutie - Sufjan Stevens - Ryan Adams - Tool - Elliot Smith - Iron & Wine - The Shins - Van Morrison |
| Favorite Movies: | Top 10 as of 9/12/06: - The Big Lebowski - Brick - The Thin Red Line - Casablanca - Seven Samurai - Some Like It Hot - Clerks - American Beauty - Dazed and Confused - A Very Long Engagement |
| Favorite Shows: | Top 10 as of 9/25/06: - The Sopranos - Deadwood - Rome - Rescue Me - Nip/Tuck - Arrested Development - It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia - Curb Your Enthusiasm - The OC - Venture Bros. |
| Favorite Books: | Top 3 as of 9/12/06: - "Snow Crash", Neal Stephenson - "Youth in Revolt", CD Payne - "Watchmen", Alan Moore/Dave Gibbons |
| About Me: | The photograph is in my hand. It is the photograph of a man and a woman. They are at an amusement park in 1959. In twelve seconds time, I drop the photograph to the sand at my feet, walking away. It's already lying there, twelve seconds into the future. Ten seconds now. The photograph is in my hand. I found it in a derelict bar at the Gila Flats Test Base, twenty seven hours ago. It's still there -- twenty seven hours into the past -- in its frame in the darkened bar. I'm still there looking at it. The photograph is in my hand. The woman takes a piece of popcorn between thumb and forefinger. The ferris wheel pauses. Seven seconds now. It's October 1985. I'm on Mars. It's July 1959. I'm in New Jersey, at the Palisades Amusement Park. Four seconds... three... I'm tired of looking at the photograph now. I open my fingers. It falls to the sand at my feet. I am going to look at the stars. They are so far away, and their light takes so long to reach us... all we ever see of stars are their old photographs. I am two hundred and twenty seven million kilometers from the Sun. Its light is already ten minutes old. It will not reach Pluto for another two hours. Two hours into my future, I observe meteorites from a glass balcony, thinking about my father. Twelve seconds into my past, I open my fingers. The photograph is falling. I am watching the stars. Halley's Comet tumbles through the solar system on it's great seventy-six year ellipse. My father admired the sky for its precision. He repaired watches. It's 1945. I sit in a Brooklyn kitchen, fascinated by an arrangement of cogs on black velvet. I am sixteen years old. It is 1985. I am on Mars. I am fifty-six years old. The photograph lies at my feet; falls from my fingers; is in my hand. I am watching the stars, admiring their complex trajectories through space, through time. I am trying to give a name to the force that set them in motion. --- Excerpted from "The Watchmen", by Alan Moore --- |
Comments
- MrSparkle
earthquake in Central America claimed him - i refuse to believe! i think you are the sweetest of them all
- I agree.
Her pussy
has germanic qualities. - The site was rather amusing.
- You're not trying to say that Jersey looks like Hitler are you?!
- your quirks made me laugh
- awww you're still one of my favorites, nate. no need to butter me up. ...although, i wont stop you. awwww :wubwub:
- Tristen isn't banned
anymore,G.
I'll fill ya
in on the details latah - Yeah for real. I will be up in Tacoma end of August sometime, got a killer road trip planned from Georgia back to there with my buddy, detour up to Montreal and then west across Canadia. About 4900 miles, but it is going to be crazy good times!
- AngryCat has slaughtered the slimy toad.His paws of retribution are swift and long.Do not invoke his anger with mocking words for he may then spray
your face with his displeasure.
