User:Third

Greetings, and welcome to my user page. I'm Seth McDermott, a.k.a. Third&Third&Third. Futurama is my absolute favourite TV show, and has been for years.

Autobiography
I have lived in Canada for my entire life. It is my favourite place to live (aside from NNY, of course). I'm a student, and I intend to make civil engineering my career. I have haunted the pages of the Infosphere for many months, but I waited until August, 2009 to create an account because I couldn't decide on a username. Sad, isn't it?

Interests and skills

 * Science
 * Science Fiction
 * Geography
 * Languages and Linguistics
 * Politics
 * History
 * Literature
 * Mathematics
 * Arts
 * Music: can play oboe, bassoon, bass clarinet, tenor saxophone, and various other instruments

Languages known

 * English (native speaker)
 * French (fluent)
 * Japanese (semi-fluent; learning to become fluent)
 * Languages I aspire to learn: Spanish, German

Opinion of the show
Nearly the first decade of my life is but a blur. As I reflect on it now, I marvel, "Wow! I lived before Futurama?" It seems like it has always been there. I started watching it when I was eight years old; precocious little scamp, ain't I? Since that time, it has earned my utmost respect for its broad-reaching topics, witty, nerdy intelligence, and lovable cast.

Favourite Quotes
Bender: I'm a thing. Glurmo: Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. Professor Farnsworth: Tell them I hate them. Zoidberg: [crying] You're right, my stink gland is weak. Smell! [He forces her face into his armpit and she struggles and gags.] Professor Farnsworth: Eh, wh...whi..whi...wha? Bender: I said words. Bender: Do a flip! Professor Farnsworth: 16 feet? Go to hell! I was a fool to think you'd changed, you old bat! Mom: Filthy, toothless nerd bastard! Professor Farnsworth: Damned she-fossil! Mom: Stink pig! Fry: Negative, bossy meat creature! Leela: And not one of those bogus everyday miracles like a sunrise. [Kif wipes his forehead.] Kif: Oh, thank you, merciful God! Mr. Wong.: Maybe she not grown up but she sure grown out! She fat! Amy: Dad, if you're gonna make fat jokes till I get cute again, I'm just gonna stay in my room. Mr. Wong: Stay in room? You so fat, you gonna stay all around room! Fry 31: [mechanical voice] Negative. Will you go out with me? Leela A: Uh, access denied. [Fry 31's head explodes.]
 * Fry: My parents, my co-workers, my girlfriend: I'll never see any of them again. YAHOO!
 * Leela: Okay, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars.
 * Fry: I've found what I need, and it's not friends; It's things.
 * Professor Farnsworth: Wernstrom!
 * Professor Farnsworth: Who are those horrible orange creatures over there?
 * Fry: My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope?
 * Leela: At least you didn't smell as bad as them.
 * Professor Farnsworth: Listen to me, you pompous frauds! If I'm going down, I'm taking you all with me!
 * Bender: How 'bout a few words, Professor?
 * Professor Farnsworth: Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute, little pom-pom curtain pull-cords, cruel though they may be...
 * PE Crew: No, don't jump!
 * Fry: No, I'm isn't!
 * Leela: It's ocean madness alright. Sailors call it aquadementia, the deep-down crazies, the wet willies, the screaming moist!
 * Zoidberg: Is this what human mating looks like? Because I like it!
 * Mom: Move your freaking hoof, you goat!...
 * Mom: Everyone, help Mom find her bra.
 * Hermes: What are you hacking off? Is it my torso? It is! My precious torso!
 * Leela: We are not ignorant villagers, we're sophisticated New New Yorkers. Whup his butt!
 * Professor Farnsworth-droidListen, this is gonna be one hell of a bowel movement. Afterwards he'll be lucky if he has any bones left!
 * Zoidberg: J'accuse!
 * Professor Farnsworth: Those delightful birds with their chirp, chirp, chirp and their tweet, tweet, splat.
 * Professor Farnsworth: Perhaps it's your outlook that needs a good bend. A 90-degree bend to a place where happiness is perpendicular to wonderment.
 * Professor Farnsworth: I'm sad now.
 * Bender: Kids have names?
 * Leela: Fry, stay back! He's too powerful!
 * Old Man: I deserve free money!
 * Professor Farnsworth: Doomsday device? Ah! Now the ball's in Farnsworth's court! [He presses a button and a machine rises out of the floor.] I suppose I could part with one and still be feared.
 * Amy: Yes it's ... great. A great miracle.
 * Professor Farnsworth: Good! Fry's ejection indicates that he is not the man-mom. [Zapp comes through the tube, gets stuck halfway and finally flies out and lands on Fry.] Nor is Captain Brannigan.
 * Leela: Sorry I got your boyfriend pregnant.
 * Kif: Whoa, Nellie!
 * Morbo: Windmills do not work that way! Good night!
 * Professor Farnsworth: Oh, I don't have time for this. I have to go and buy a single piece of fruit with a coupon and then return it, making people wait behind me while I complain.
 * Mrs. Wong: Oh, my Amy's sweet little girl again! This is like a mother's dream. Bad dream, that is! At this rate, I'm never going to get a grandchild!
 * Turanga Morris: No beer till you finish your tequila!
 * Professor Farnsworth: Help! I'm still in mid-peril, you clods!
 * Fry: Oh, snap!
 * Professor Farnsworth: Oh, Lordy Lou! Help!... Buddha! Zeus! God! One of you guys do something!... Help! Satan! You owe me!
 * Professor Farnsworth: Listen well: No matter what happens, no matter how great your curiosity, you are forbidden to look in this box. Forbidden! [He shakes his fist in the air then rubs the lid.] Pretty tantalizing though!
 * Fry: Ow! It's hot! The butter in my pocket is melting.
 * Professor Farnsworth A: Nonsense! I would never do such a thing, unless you were already having been going to do that!
 * Professor Farnsworth 1: Wha?
 * Leela A: Uh, have you robot versions of you guys seen any extra Zoidbergs around here?
 * Professor Farnsworth: Yes, all that is and ever shall be is in that box. And the box itself is probably worth something too.
 * Morbo: Stop it, stop it; it's fine! I will destroy you!
 * Professor Farnsworth: You wanged my ship, you walnut-paneled idiot!
 * Bender: That's what she said! Wooooo!
 * Bender: I need to make a cell-phone telephone call. May I borrow your cell-phone telephone?