There's a lot of things that could be said here.

I won't bother saying any of them. Consider this profile one of the many things that slips through the cracks as a person grows up, a piece of paper buried in the bottom of a trunk full of precious things (which is only one out of ten; the other nine are full of penguins) that perhaps will be dug out one day and used again, but for the moment is left to yellow with age, all but forgotten.

So enjoy this little archive, feel free to browse the favorites list in hopes of finding something you like, but please remember that not all stories age well. Some only bear reading once, and then are left to sit on the metaphorical bookshelf, taking up valuable space and causing misconceptions but too numerous to get rid of easily.

May the Force be with you.