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26 year-old male from Minneapolis, MN
What am I supposed to write here? I'm a 20 year old Aerospace Engineering student with a part time job as a professor's research assistant working for the Hypersonics research center here at my beloved university (I love this fucking university and this university loves fucking me!). I also have a job down at the mall of america where I teach people the flight systems and basic dogfighting skills to fly in F/A-18Cs and world war II warbird sims. www.flyaces.com, and yes, it is cool enough for me to pimp out my workplace. :-) IM me or talk to me if you want to know more! | Latest Post | |
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To Game, or Not to GameTo play or not to play? That is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The superjumps and standbys of outrageous cheaters,
Or to take arms against a sea of mods,
And by quitting end them? To quit, to play,
No more. And by quitting we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That Live is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To quit, to stop,
To never play again -- yes, there's the catch.
For in that span of time what boredom comes
When we have switched off this “mere gameâ€,
Must give us pause -- there's the need
That makes a necessity of so long a session;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of Slayer,
The oppressor's cheats, the proud man's teabagging,
The pangs of unrequited Friend Requests, the Banhammer’s delay,
The insolence of tweens and the spurns
That patient sportmanship of the spoilsports takes,
When he himself might his endgame make
With the “offâ button? Who would campers bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary LAN,
But that the dread of something after Halo,
The undiscovered Life from whose land
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus ennui does make players of us all;
And thus the native hue of responsibility
Is sicklied over with the pale cast of the television,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now!
The fair Shishka! Nymph, in thy sarcasm
Be all my words remembered.
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Luke | | Occupation |
Flight Instructor, Rocket Scientist | | Birthday |
November 20th, 1986 | | Interests |
Running Cycling Fencing Video games RvB hanging out listening to music and having a good time. | | Gamertag |
| | SHADOWHAWKIV'S... | | | Music |
-insert music here- Pretty much anything among the things on my playlist...Buckcherry Breaking Benjamin Chemical brothers Metallica the outhere brothers nine inch nails duran duran motley crue lifehouse basshunter DJ Tiesto Louis Prima Count Basie Rocco DeLuca and the Burden Lacuna Coil Haujobb Rammstein System of a down crazytown offspring benny goodman the soundtracks for: Team America Camelot Swing Kids Serenity/Firefly...
And much much more. I've got my entire backup drive filled to the brim with one of the most random assortments of music around to fulfill my cravings whenever something else may strike my fancy. | | TV Shows |
I don't really watch TV aside from the history channel's 'Dogfights' and of course Scrubs :-) |
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