Nick Seaman

By Fella -
Amidst his prime, Nick compensates for his lack of interpersonal skills by reading the dictionary and using big words to impress people. Even if he doesn't know what they mean. He has a panache for all varieties of pie (save rhubarb), a fact that is evident when you glance at his belly, which is large and covered in blueberry stains. He quit smoking about two months ago, and yet always has cigarettes wherever he goes.

He owns five of the same outfit so he does not have to decide what to wear to his job each day. The job in question is at a copy shop which he loves and hates on altenate days. Loves to swear and is unafraid to do so in front of anyone.

Has his fair share of regret but does not dwell on the past. Lives in the now and has to be noticed. Has an enormous ego for someone so shy, and his arrogance is overwhelming sometimes.

Stows away on The Captain's starship, assuming the identity of the feared space pirate Ol' Pie Beard.

Comments

Captain Beefheart said…
Blueberry, pirates, stains... there has to be a Seaman Stains / Roger the Cabin Boy type gag there somewhere....
Thursday, June 23, 2005 2:18:00 PM
Spirit Of Owl said…
What's wrong with rhubarb?
Thursday, June 23, 2005 2:33:00 PM
CheyenneWay said…
yet always has cigarettes wherever he goes.

And he'll still bum the last one from your pack.
Thursday, June 23, 2005 4:33:00 PM
Fella said…
You know it to be true.
Thursday, June 23, 2005 8:29:00 PM
Spirit Of Owl said…
Rhubarb is a prince among fruit! Or, er, vegetables. It's a prince of many realms!
Friday, June 24, 2005 11:43:00 AM
Fella said…
Rhubarb is multi-faceted.
Friday, June 24, 2005 12:36:00 PM
Captain Beefheart said…
Two faced? A deceitful fruit?

I went to bed with one of those once
Friday, June 24, 2005 1:27:00 PM
Fella said…
Save it for the auotbiography, Beefy, Old Snot.
Friday, June 24, 2005 5:28:00 PM
Spirit Of Owl said…
(Chewing on rubarb stick) Well, Pie Beard, what's your take on celery, then?
Friday, June 24, 2005 7:14:00 PM
Spirit Of Owl said…
Rhubarb. Rhubarb stick. Chewing.
Friday, June 24, 2005 7:14:00 PM
Fella said…
I find Celery highly difficult to pronounce sometimes. Otherwise it's delicious.
Friday, June 24, 2005 9:27:00 PM
Spirit Of Owl said…
I find roobarb easy to say, ridiculous to spell, and delicious in pies.
Friday, June 24, 2005 10:55:00 PM
kidcola61 said…
i like rhubarb as a kid i used to eat it raw from our garden...
Friday, May 19, 2006 2:46:00 AM
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