…a single adult, with no children, with a shelf full of Disney Movies?
If there is, I’d like to hear it.
A single adult with a house full of toys, costumes and backdrops with a shitload of video making equipment.
The same adult, only in a clown suit.
A single adult, no children, with a shelf full of taped Full House episodes?
And a clown suit.
And all the Little House on the Prairie Books
And a snorkle.
Does Pixar count?
Funny, Winston, I thought you were married.
You want creepy, this is what I saw during lunch today:
I’m sitting at Panera by myself reading the newspaper and finishing my chicken rice soup.
Dude wanders in talking to no one around him. I think he must have one of those bluetooth thingys. Nope. The guys talking to himself. Takes a seat at a table next to me and hangs up his jacket on the back of the chair. Then he wanders over to the trash, looks down in it, sticks his arm down in it to mess with something, then pulls his arm out. Wanders back to his seat, reaches in his pocket and pulls out a seashell. Then he just sits there talking to himself, never ordered any food or anything, playing with his seashell.
Okay, hate to cut my lunch short, but I’m outta here, see you later freakin creepy dude.
A single adult male playing the games and ordering a pizza at a Chuck-E-Cheese. Alone.
Dick Cheney.
with a gun.
A single, balding male, with rumpled clothing and horribly offensive body odour, ordering tickets for the same kid’s movie over and over again.
(Maybe it’s more sad than creepy. YMMV.)
I’d think the Disney animators have a lot of Disney movies in their house.
And I had a perfectly normal step-uncle that collected Donald Duck cartoons.
OK.
I owned a shelf full of Disney movies when I was single. And I’ve been to Chuck E. Cheese, alone (I was curious). Does this make me creepy?
Curious about what exactly? :dubious:
Perhaps there might be an explanation. My wife is a cancer doctor, a radiation oncologist. Many of her colleagues are into kid’s books and movies. One is a major Harry Potter geek (including Fan Fic & the whole 9 yards). Others like Disney movies or teen Sword & Sorcery novels. My wife doesn’t like to talk about it a lot, but it has to do with coping with the often tragic nature of their work. There seems to be something in kid-lit & animated movies that offers some sort of catharsis or escapism or balm for the soul.
I’m married with no children, and I have a shelf overflowing with Disney animated movies. I imagine not a lot would change in that department if I was single. Actually, I might have an even larger collection.
(I have an ‘excuse,’ though.)
I hate Disney, but that doesn’t strike me as especially creepy. I can think of at least 3 benign explanations without trying hard.
What could be creepier? Same guy, with a billion dollars and his own amusement park, and a weird high pitched voice, lots of makeup, and a plastic surgery obsession.
Yes.
I’m sorry