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Name: Jim A Pearson (AKA The Celestial, Space Ace, James T)
Interests, hobbies, obsessions, perseverations etc: Star Trek, KISS, watching all versions of Star Trek, X-Files, Gerry Anderson shows (Thunderbirds, Captain Scarlet, etc.), dinosaurs, paleontology, nuclear weapons, most sciences, drawing starships, military stuff, logos, cartoons, comics (Batman, Wolverine, Legion of Superheroes, Green Lantern, Superman), history, grain elevators, railroad maps, lack of sexual contact (which is turning into a serious obsession), and driving around the country looking for something or someone... not really sure anymore. Also into hiking in the badlands, swimming sometimes, and the odd movie (loved Batman Begins!)
Year of birth: 1961 (November)
Profession, area of study, etc: Contract graphic artist (presently in-between jobs), although did graduate as a Geological Technologist in 1988... worked in oil patch until 1991 when laid off due to company absorbing another. Have also worked on contract with magazines in NYC on military history, done graphics for a book on the JFK assassination, and Aircraft Carriers (USS Enterprise CVN-65)
Where you live in the world: East Central Alberta, Canada (AKA The Great White North, eh?) in the heart of dinosaur country.
Marital status, # of kids etc.: Very single, very lonely, no kids (thank the gods!)
Comments: Was diagnosed in May 5, 2000... after being diagnosed with hyperactivity, depression, anxiety, possible OCD, possible manic-depression, possible schizophrenia and so on. Been in several relationships... all user-usee... want to please someone... but constantly get used and abused. Present obsession is primarily about grain elevators and lack of sex. Also wrote three technical manuals on a starship I designed, completed the most recent major upgrade (complete redesign) in March this year. (147 pages of graphics and text)... only took me 4 months. Original took 1.3 years!
On a personal note... find it hard to understand human relationships on several levels... I understand the animal instinct to find someone to mate with, but get totally lost with all of the rituals, customs and all that jazz humans use to find a mate. Some days I understand it... and others... forget it!
I guess when you've been hurt so many times... you almost reach the point of giving up. But there still is a part of you that refuses to give up. I guess that sums me up... too damn stubborn to give up.