Current Residence: Hungary
Favourite genre of music: all kinds...mostly power-metal
Operating System: Win10
Favourite cartoon character: Megatron, Sideways (TF:Cybertron version), Vegetto, Super Android 17, Rogue (XME), Korra, Coyote Stark (Bleach), Symbiote Spidey, Knockout (TF Prime), Zero (Mega Man X series) Darth Maul (Clone Wars),
Support the people behind The Man From Earth, to make a series from one of the best sci-fi film: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1759006687/man-from-earth-the-series I don't think there is anyone, any celebrity or non-celebrity, historical person...etc. that I'd say I "admire." Not only is that too strong a word, it suggests that you want to be like those individuals, to imitate them. And THAT, especially in case of celebrity-culture, is an automatic mistake. They say imitation is the highest form of flattery (not that those who you admire would necessarily know about it or care), but it's also important to be yourself (personality-wise) and perhaps even be original (creatively). Create not because it's popular or you know it will be popular, but because YOU like it. Self-expression is called SELF-expression for a reason. Primarily it's for you yourself. Everyone else who might like it should come second. That way, aside from any white lies and black lies in your life, you're being more honest to yourself (and consequently to the outside world), at least, in that area. You'll be more authentic. If you're just imitating someone and how they do certain things in their career, their writing, their song, their art...etc. then you're not really being yourself. You may be successful and renowned, but you're not, at all, exploring what things you could create on your own, if all you do is imitate. Be inspired by others, but don't just imitate when you create. Have your own unique style, however weird, quirky, unorthodox, outrages or just subtle it may turn out to be and even then it can change, evolve, but careful that it doesn't (have to) conform. Not to anyone but yourself.
Thanks for the llama
I knew a llama once. At least I thought I knew him. I mean, how well can anyone really know anyone, much less a llama. With their air of mystery and thinly veiled contempt. It’s hard. But I digress.
His name was Kevin. But for reasons I will never understand, he would only ever answer to Albert. Identity issues aside, things started out okay. The usual introductory sniffing and sneezing went well, despite his allergies, but then things started going downhill during the ritual licking phase of the pleasantries. We pushed through. And had it not been for the spitting, we might have even been able to make it work, but alas, after just 3 seconds of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally decided to part ways. It’s kind of sad, when you think about it. Spitting seems like such an innocent thing to fight over, but he was pretty adamant that I should stop and that was just never going to happen. We might have overcome that issue, but Kevin, like all llamas, was very competitive. First came the stench competitions. Then it was belching contests. And lastly, a painstaking count to see which one was hairier. You can clearly see why our relationship was doomed. The poor fellow was a bit of a sore loser.
So he snuck out, taking with him a failed friendship, an obliviously optimistic dread of the future, and my sixth favorite toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I can honestly say, it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that drama?
Full disclaimer, as Kevin’s official biographer, a position of which he blackmailed me into (don’t ask), I’ve been instructed to inform you about his ongoing series. The journey starts here with The Kevin Chronicles - Chapter 1, and this gallery contains the rest. You should check it out.
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And don't worry, they're pretty short.
No pressure though, only if you want.