Well, my names Dan. I'm in my third year at the University of Victoria. Training to become an Archaeologist.
LIKES
Favorite Actors/Actresses: Anthony Hopkins, Jeremy Irons, Liam Neeson, Laurence Olivier, Peter O'Toole, Clint Eastwood, Matt Damon, Pierce Brosnan, Daniel Craig, Sir Sean Connery, Sir Roger Moore, Matt Damon, Michael Keaton, Kelsey Grammer, Tom Hanks, Bruce Willis, Russell Crowe, Harrison Ford, Patrick Stewart, William Shatner, James Spader, Mel Gibson, Chevy Chase, Robin Williams, Hugh Grant, Clint Eastwood, Sidney Poitier, Steve McQueen, Ewan McGregorTim Allen, Dame Judi Dench, Eva Green, Emma Watson
Heroes: James Bond (because he's awesome), Sherlock Holmes, Liam Neeson, Anthony Hopkins, Jeremy Irons, Lawrence Olivier, Bill Cosby, Tsar Nicholas II
-Bond: "Ha, you're not quite my type." -Vesper: "Smart?" -Bond: "Single."
-Bond: "I think I'll call it a Vesper." -Vesper: "Because of the bitter aftertaste?" -Bond: "No, because once you've tasted it, it's all you want to drink."
-Alan Shore: "I may find you incredibly attractive. I may even want you so bad it hurts, but let's get one thing straight. I don't need you."
-Stewie: "Well I'd love to stay and chat, but you're a total bitch."
If I had words to make a day for you I'd sing you a morning golden and true I would make this day last for all time Then fill the night deep in moon shine
Chopper is pretty much my Hero. So happy he's the captain now
-Bond: "Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon-peel.
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master, If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
---Rudyard Kipling
The Selfish Goblin
Upon the open moorland The rain was falling fast, As through the dripping heather A goblin hurried past.
His eyes were small and cunning, His hair was very red, He had a green umbrella He held above his head.
He chanced to meet a fairy Whose clothes were very wet, And as she had no umbrella He wished they had not met.
"O please, will you allow me? The weary fairy cried "To share your green umbrella, By keeping at your side?"
"Pooh! Nonsense!" said the goblin, "Can you not plainly see That underneath my umbrella Is only room for me?"
"Goodbye" he went off quickly, His clothes completely dry, And left the little fairy To sit alone and cry.
But as he crossed the moorland The wind, with angry din Took hold of his umbrella And turned it outside in.
"Hurrah!" exclaimed the hedgehog, "I am extremely glad! I saw your mean behaviour, It nearly drove me mad!"
He rolled the goblin over And then he hurried back To guide the little fairy Upon her homeward track.
And left the selfish goblin To try with labour vain To mend his green umbrella That let in all the rain" --Unknown