Tropers / Scorpion 451

Howdy.

Artist and aspiring writer, escaped Chemical Engineering Student, Avid troper.

I tend to bounce all over the wiki, but my home bases are Lost And Found and the edit page. I enjoy crosslinking related tropes, making blue text link to the right tropes, trimming loose threads, improving the clarity and legibility of articles, and rerailing Signal To Noise Train Wrecks.

I have a few pet tropes I'm rather fond of:

• Transformation Horror (my first launch!)
• Punk Punk
• It's the Only Way to Be Sure
• The Coconut Effect
• What Do You Mean, It's Not an Index?
• Bipolar Disorder

This Troper is an example of:

• Absent-Minded Professor: I once left the tv remote in the fridge because I was thinking about a physics problem while getting a snack. Lets leave it at that.
• Admiring the Abomination: I <3 monsters and bizarre creatures both fictional and real.
• Anti-Nihilist: of the Christian variety. Yes, Christians can be snarky punks, science nerds, and horror fanatics.
• Bathos - This is my favorite form of humor- Absurdity Ascendant mixed with Grimdark. It's also funny in fiction.
• It's A Small Net After All: Truth in Television. I'm on deviantArt as well as pretty much everywhere else as Scorpion451. If you enter Scorpion451 into google images, most of the first screen's worth of images will probably be my art, too.
• Just Here for Godzilla: and quite possibly rooting for him.
• Mad Artist - I embrace the title
• Mad Scientist - Living the dream in reality as a concept artist.
• The Madness Place - where I do some of my best work.
  • Bipolar Disorder - Which is something I've learned to manage
• MacGyvering: one of my favorite hobbies.
• Meaningful Name- the 451 was chosen intentionally, as is the scorpion part. You could call the scorpion my totem animal- tough, independent, and intelligent survivors, fiercely protective of themselves and their own but ultimately shy and non-aggressive, symbols of both protection from evil and the two edged sword of nature and chemistry.
• The Muse: Mine is a Tsundere Audiophile only appeased by offerings of Dubstep, Neoclassical Punk Zydeco Rockabilly, science news, industrial machinery, and Art Deco.
• Nightmare Enthusiast: ("Fetishist" is such as strong word...) I can't explain why I like Eldritch Abominations, Mutants, and Things That Go "Bump" in the Night, aside from saying Creepy Awesome is self-explanitory. And that I spent a lot of my early years hanging out around a veterinary clinic with my mom.
• Punk Punk: My favorite genre of fiction.
• Pungeon Master: I consider puns one of the highest form of humor, just below Bathos.
• Sophisticated as Hell/Southern-Fried Genius I thoroughly enjoy screwing with people who can't comprehend the idea of someone with a heavy Texas Drawl using words like "ya'll" and "ain't" in a discussion on Ontological philosophy or advanced biochemistry.
• Strange-Syntax Speaker - Tend to now and then do this. Mostly when distracted.
• Sturgeon's Law - Sturgeon sounds like a really lame guy who doesn't know how to appreciate Pulp fiction, a good Airport Novel or a great B Movie
• True Art Is Incomprehensible - Inverted. A concept artist only succeeds if the viewer comprehends what they're seeing. I carry this philosophy into the rest of my work.
• Weirdness Magnet - I am one. I know a lot of people think they are, but most people don't find themselves keeping a cow in their backyard for a few months, or with a pet cat with opposable thumbs, or watching a still-burning campfire float away in a rainstorm, or literally riding a boat through rapids without a paddle, or learning that pennies and nitric acid don't mix (not my fault), or working in a salvage yard as a summer job in high school. That last one more than anything pretty well sums up the weirdness of my life. This was the largest salvage yard in Texas, and I was living out every Punk Punk's fantasy of GETTING PAID to be a scrounger surrounded by huge rusty machinery and Schizo Tech cobbled together from spare parts and half-functioning cars over decades. The office alone could be described as a real life Inn Between the Worlds, because it attracted a Ragtag Bunch of Misfits that came just to hang out in one of the coolest places in the world. Examples included:
  • this really, really, tall guy who was moving to California
  • a billionaire who pretended to be a hillbilly to help people out in secret and just plain screw with people, like the time he bought the three most expensive cars on the lot, paying in cash up front when a dealership told him he probably couldn't afford to fix his beat up old truck and refused to give him a quote.^note While this may sound like Unishment, most of a dealership's profits come from interest on financing and commissions for setting up loans. He essentially bought the cars at less than what the dealer paid, and they had to smile and nod.
  • an actual Crazy Survivalist/Mr. Fixit/Hermit who lived in a trailer behind the "we can rebuild this one" garage. The fact that he could seemingly cobble a fully functional car out of a rusty hubcap went a long way towards making up for the daisy dukes and unannounced sniper rifle practice sessions (Yes, seriously.)
  • A master of the acetylene torch arts who somehow never seriously injured himself despite constantly doing things like smoking a cigarette while cutting gas tanks full of rotten gasoline out of cars suspended over him by a winch truck.
  • and a bunch of other rather interesting folks...
• The World Is Just Awesome - I'll never understand people who think Measuring the Marigolds is a bad thing. I find most of my creative inspiration in the measuring of marigolds and deeply examining the world around me. When you understand the complex web of physical principles that interweave in the creation of a rainbow or sunset; or when you know that the light of the stars can be hundreds of millions of years old and that somewhere out there something might be looking on those same stars with alien senses; or when you learn to see the vector diagrams and anatomy principals in the dancers at a ballet; or study the "endless forms most beautiful" that evolution has woven out of the miracle of a puddle of goo in a universe capable of supporting life; or analyze the components of Freebird or the 5th Symphony to see their full complexity, or think about all that goes into what makes our ability to perceive any of it possible... it only enhances one's awe of the miraculous world we live in. The world is indeed, just awesome.