I love KIrk. He reminds me of every offbeat quirky character I have ever known in my life. ( I think MIchel should have pronounced his name Kwirk). There is even a guy currently in my town who kind of looks like him. This guy is tall and thin while his presumptive girlfriend is short and very stout, and he walks with his head permanently cocked at an unusual distinctive angle. A girl I know at the coffee shop told me the girl phones her at all hours asking to borrow coffee money till payday and then they go to the coffee shop roughly 4 times a day and buy about 6 coffees which they take home. Then there is the guy I worked with who spoke in that same monotone voice Kirk had (who did everything I think I would do if I was trying to get fired), who when asked at a job interview why he had left his last job told his prospective employer "They wanted me to work on star trek night". This guy had an endless array of oddities and bizarre behaviors. (Hearing him singing and trying to talk over machinery in his monotone voice was one of my favorites. The story with this guy I still plan to write someday. Then there was the guy at church who would always approach me and start to fill me in on his latest scientific inventions (including a rubber membrane for the automobile). Then there was the two characters at another church I attended who by some collision in parallel universes allowed these two entities to be seated together, at an extended dining table after service, when the college and career group all went to a restaurant together in which upon discovering each other they immediately tried to out nerd each other, progressively getting louder and quirkier. All these Kirk like characters are the spice of life. The character of Kirk brings back all those memories. Thanks for posting.
@@kulcheski5189 Thank you for the interest. It really has helped inspire me. I love writing even though I do find it a little challenging figuring out sentence, and paragraph structures and proper grammar. A little about me then on to the good stuff. I am currently looking after my soon to be 94 year old mother, pretty much around the clock. I really should be working a full time job and fear this is going to bight me in the butt some day, but I could not abandon her in her hour of need (she has mild dementia amongst other physical challenges) and would be lost if she was in a home wondering where her family is). I also don't judge anyone who has had to make these same difficult choices in finding suitable accommodations. I also struggle a little bit in knowing how to tie some of these random situations together, however some are entertaining while others were a learning experience. To the now. So I made mention of a Kirk like character in the town I live near. Since writing that I made it a point to try to get to know this individual better and it was both enlightening and a bit entertaining. His name is Thomas and the girl he is with is his wife, and he is actually a very sweet and harmless individual, and for the longest time I got the impression they were afraid of me, so I made it a point to try and say high when I could and to try to strike up a conversation. I was unsuccessful for a while but finally Thomas started to converse a little, and his wife who totally ignored me has even begun to talk a little. Thomas often blurts out statements suddenly, often followed by a rushed laugh. It often takes me a few times asking him to repeat before understanding him. He often likes to talk about NHL teams, local hockey teams or baseball, all topics I think he feels fairly safe expounding on. Tonight I saw him in Tim Hortons and asked about the coffees. His wife assured me the two trays of four extra large coffees were all for him and they were not ordering for a group. I had to ask if he was going to drink them all tonight and was relieved to hear this was for the next two days. I met him in the local; Tim Horton's just last night. Another person I met in town, a person I would later know as (Kevin) I first saw, when I first moved to the Campbellford area and as I drove by I noticed a short stout man standing outside of a store, looking into a window from the street, where he was standing, with his hand in his pocket, motioning with dramatic rapid hand movements leading me to believe he was very happy to see someone. Weeks later one night he approached me with that same hand extended, which I was careful to avoid, introducing himself with "Hi I'm Shakey". I later came to find out this poor soul, had some kind of spastic condition from having being hit and dragged by a bus. This incident had also impaired his memory causing him to phone the police on occasion and report items which he believed to be stolen, such as the milk from his refrigerator. He also found someone's cell phone on the sidewalk, and despite my efforts to convince him not to, he called 911 to report it. The police explained to him it wasn't an emergency to which he responded "it is to me". Shakey (Kevin) on occasion got angry with me when I couldn't confirm stories that he was sure I was there to witness, such as yet another character from town who he claims was completely nude in the Tim Horton's store one night, when the police according to Kevin (and apparently I witnessed). Kevin was got quite angry when I assured him I didn't think I would forget something that memorable. I did however remember one night when I was present, when he had told me this same individual was holed up in the men's bathroom (according to Kevin) asking him to help him cut something out of his bum (Gross). Kevin didn't want any part of it and probably just as well as it might not have ended well if Kevin had one of his violent spasms while performing the medical procedure. It also just might have raised a few eyebrows for anyone just happening to wander into the bathroom during said "operation". Having heard Kevin's description of what was unfolding in the men's bathroom, I decided to suppress any urge to use the bathroom that night for fear I might be the next targeted recruitment for the anal extraction. Still I had to wonder (what the hell was that). This same person in the bathroom I had seen one night wandering through town hollering at his wayward dog, who I will refer to as (Rufus), "Rufus you better not make daddy late for his meds". The drugstore closes in 10 minutes and daddy is going to be angry if you make him late". I couldn't help but thinking it might not be a good idea to announce to the town's people you were his "daddy" as they might be tempted to believe it. I also passed this same individual one night as I walked my dog around the river, and he was seated in a chair at the foot of a building, trying to unravel a giant yoga ball sized orb of wires all jumbled together, as he cursed repeatedly while he tried to unravel it. Hundreds of these random wires in every direction, and compared to him I guess I wasn't having such a bad day after all, but WTF was that ball about and why the effort to unravel it? That song lyric by the Northern Pikes went through my head " The things I do for money the world don't understand, the world is like a marble in the palm of my hand" But seriously what was that giant wire orb and why the urgency to unravel it? Or just maybe I'm the idiot for trying unravel the giant orb of craziness I find life is full of. That same building I should add at the foot of the bridge over the river which occassionally wafted of marijuana, I crossed on another occasion while yet some other moron was yelling out his window at a couple girls ahead of me " I see your Puzzies, I see your puzzies", When these girls turned around and saw me I pointed up at the offending window, wanting to make sure, they knew it wasn't me. Then there was Daniel the recovered alcoholic who lived in a half barn he fixed up, who when on occasion met me in the coffee shop would regale me with 12 step jargon in his gruff crackled voice. Pride leads to arrogance which leads to this which leads to that. As much as I am happy for anyone fighting and or beating any kind of addiction, I had no idea what the hell he as talking about as I was ever only a mild drinker. Late one night as I walked my dog around the river, i realized my dog needed to relieve himself and I reached into my pocket to pull out a poopy scooper bag but had forgotten to bring one with me. Then in the distant darkness I heard the voice of Daniel yelling, "your dog just shid on my river. why is your dog shidding on my river"? and he was running full throttle towards me. Anxious to not confront and answer for my transgression in 12 step reasoning, I got the hell out of there quickly crossing the street, and finding my car, hoping the darkness had provided me with enough cover. To be con't ...
I'm on season 5 now, and Kirk is still my OG fave villager.
He’s the best
im on season 4 and kirk is so wholesome, i love him
I love KIrk. He reminds me of every offbeat quirky character I have ever known in my life. ( I think MIchel should have pronounced his name Kwirk). There is even a guy currently in my town who kind of looks like him. This guy is tall and thin while his presumptive girlfriend is short and very stout, and he walks with his head permanently cocked at an unusual distinctive angle. A girl I know at the coffee shop told me the girl phones her at all hours asking to borrow coffee money till payday and then they go to the coffee shop roughly 4 times a day and buy about 6 coffees which they take home.
Then there is the guy I worked with who spoke in that same monotone voice Kirk had (who did everything I think I would do if I was trying to get fired), who when asked at a job interview why he had left his last job told his prospective employer "They wanted me to work on star trek night". This guy had an endless array of oddities and bizarre behaviors. (Hearing him singing and trying to talk over machinery in his monotone voice was one of my favorites. The story with this guy I still plan to write someday.
Then there was the guy at church who would always approach me and start to fill me in on his latest scientific inventions (including a rubber membrane for the automobile).
Then there was the two characters at another church I attended who by some collision in parallel universes allowed these two entities to be seated together, at an extended dining table after service, when the college and career group all went to a restaurant together in which upon discovering each other they immediately tried to out nerd each other, progressively getting louder and quirkier. All these Kirk like characters are the spice of life.
The character of Kirk brings back all those memories. Thanks for posting.
Oh please, do write that book. And keep us posted
whole essay wow , 10/10
Please write more about your experiences, I'd love to hear them!
@@kulcheski5189 Thank you for the interest. It really has helped inspire me. I love writing even though I do find it a little challenging figuring out sentence, and paragraph structures and proper grammar.
A little about me then on to the good stuff. I am currently looking after my soon to be 94 year old mother, pretty much around the clock. I really should be working a full time job and fear this is going to bight me in the butt some day, but I could not abandon her in her hour of need (she has mild dementia amongst other physical challenges) and would be lost if she was in a home wondering where her family is). I also don't judge anyone who has had to make these same difficult choices in finding suitable accommodations.
I also struggle a little bit in knowing how to tie some of these random situations together, however some are entertaining while others were a learning experience.
To the now. So I made mention of a Kirk like character in the town I live near. Since writing that I made it a point to try to get to know this individual better and it was both enlightening and a bit entertaining. His name is Thomas and the girl he is with is his wife, and he is actually a very sweet and harmless individual, and for the longest time I got the impression they were afraid of me, so I made it a point to try and say high when I could and to try to strike up a conversation. I was unsuccessful for a while but finally Thomas started to converse a little, and his wife who totally ignored me has even begun to talk a little.
Thomas often blurts out statements suddenly, often followed by a rushed laugh. It often takes me a few times asking him to repeat before understanding him. He often likes to talk about NHL teams, local hockey teams or baseball, all topics I think he feels fairly safe expounding on. Tonight I saw him in Tim Hortons and asked about the coffees. His wife assured me the two trays of four extra large coffees were all for him and they were not ordering for a group. I had to ask if he was going to drink them all tonight and was relieved to hear this was for the next two days. I met him in the local; Tim Horton's just last night.
Another person I met in town, a person I would later know as (Kevin) I first saw, when I first moved to the Campbellford area and as I drove by I noticed a short stout man standing outside of a store, looking into a window from the street, where he was standing, with his hand in his pocket, motioning with dramatic rapid hand movements leading me to believe he was very happy to see someone. Weeks later one night he approached me with that same hand extended, which I was careful to avoid, introducing himself with "Hi I'm Shakey". I later came to find out this poor soul, had some kind of spastic condition from having being hit and dragged by a bus. This incident had also impaired his memory causing him to phone the police on occasion and report items which he believed to be stolen, such as the milk from his refrigerator. He also found someone's cell phone on the sidewalk, and despite my efforts to convince him not to, he called 911 to report it. The police explained to him it wasn't an emergency to which he responded "it is to me".
Shakey (Kevin) on occasion got angry with me when I couldn't confirm stories that he was sure I was there to witness, such as yet another character from town who he claims was completely nude in the Tim Horton's store one night, when the police according to Kevin (and apparently I witnessed). Kevin was got quite angry when I assured him I didn't think I would forget something that memorable. I did however remember one night when I was present, when he had told me this same individual was holed up in the men's bathroom (according to Kevin) asking him to help him cut something out of his bum (Gross). Kevin didn't want any part of it and probably just as well as it might not have ended well if Kevin had one of his violent spasms while performing the medical procedure. It also just might have raised a few eyebrows for anyone just happening to wander into the bathroom during said "operation". Having heard Kevin's description of what was unfolding in the men's bathroom, I decided to suppress any urge to use the bathroom that night for fear I might be the next targeted recruitment for the anal extraction. Still I had to wonder (what the hell was that).
This same person in the bathroom I had seen one night wandering through town hollering at his wayward dog, who I will refer to as (Rufus), "Rufus you better not make daddy late for his meds". The drugstore closes in 10 minutes and daddy is going to be angry if you make him late". I couldn't help but thinking it might not be a good idea to announce to the town's people you were his "daddy" as they might be tempted to believe it.
I also passed this same individual one night as I walked my dog around the river, and he was seated in a chair at the foot of a building, trying to unravel a giant yoga ball sized orb of wires all jumbled together, as he cursed repeatedly while he tried to unravel it. Hundreds of these random wires in every direction, and compared to him I guess I wasn't having such a bad day after all, but WTF was that ball about and why the effort to unravel it? That song lyric by the Northern Pikes went through my head " The things I do for money the world don't understand, the world is like a marble in the palm of my hand" But seriously what was that giant wire orb and why the urgency to unravel it? Or just maybe I'm the idiot for trying unravel the giant orb of craziness I find life is full of. That same building I should add at the foot of the bridge over the river which occassionally wafted of marijuana, I crossed on another occasion while yet some other moron was yelling out his window at a couple girls ahead of me " I see your Puzzies, I see your puzzies", When these girls turned around and saw me I pointed up at the offending window, wanting to make sure, they knew it wasn't me.
Then there was Daniel the recovered alcoholic who lived in a half barn he fixed up, who when on occasion met me in the coffee shop would regale me with 12 step jargon in his gruff crackled voice. Pride leads to arrogance which leads to this which leads to that. As much as I am happy for anyone fighting and or beating any kind of addiction, I had no idea what the hell he as talking about as I was ever only a mild drinker.
Late one night as I walked my dog around the river, i realized my dog needed to relieve himself and I reached into my pocket to pull out a poopy scooper bag but had forgotten to bring one with me. Then in the distant darkness I heard the voice of Daniel yelling, "your dog just shid on my river. why is your dog shidding on my river"? and he was running full throttle towards me. Anxious to not confront and answer for my transgression in 12 step reasoning, I got the hell out of there quickly crossing the street, and finding my car, hoping the darkness had provided me with enough cover.
To be con't ...
Kirk has every job you can get in Stars Hallow
He is like Sheldon, who got cursed and he forgot that physics is his desire, so know he trying to refound it again
OMG imagine Kirk in young Sheldon or big bang theory
@@OpGlizzy69Sheldon would probably want to jump off a building after being stuck in a room with Kirk for one hour
@@TimberlakeTigerGirlfrankly Sheldon sucks but the young Shelton show is awesome due to his family members especially Georgie
Kraglin before Guardians of the Galaxy
Say hello to Maxwell Lord.
4:21 Daddy!
Good one. This is what Maxwell Lord was up to when he was away from Metropolis.
What Maxwell Lord did in his twenties.
His name was Nick in the beginning
Mick
What is his job?
oh jeez man he has over 30
Douchebag
4:40
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