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Is There A connection between Jack Pumpkinhead from return to oz and Jack Skellington?

I was watching the movie 'Return to Oz' tonight and I saw the character of jack pumpkinhead and it reminded me of Jack Skellington for some odd reason, I dunno, maybe because it's that Jack Skellington was intoduced as the pumpkin king, or that he wore a pumpkin costume at the beggining of the movie. I did a but of research on the subject and looked around on the net. there were very few things on the subject, and when there was someone who noticed the similarity, someone would come out and say that it is probably not the case as Jack Skellington was probably just wearing a costume, or that the title of pumpkin king was just a title and had nothing to do with him being a king, or pumpkins.

     Those articles and comments didnt dissuade me so I went ahead and looked up the wikipedia article about The Nightmare Before Christmas but none of them metioned anything about any type of connection between the two characters. there may be nothing between them after all, but it still bugged me that they could be so similar and have no connection. Finally I looked up the page for the director, Henry Selick, and there was the connection that I had been seeking. It would seem that when Henry Selick worked for Disney, he was a story board artist for the movie Return to Oz, which featured the character of Jack Pumpkinhead. I'm not really sure if the character is inspired by him or not really since the two characters seem to act very differntly, and I never read the Oz books so I cant say if Jack Pumpkinhead acts anything at all like Jack Skellington, but it seems there is at least some bit of inspiration coming from that character that shows up in nightmare before christmas.

is it weird..

to change my icon arrangements to give me the best view of my background?

maaz walked up the river while he looked for a path into the forest, after a while he found a overgrown place where it seemed like a path had been, maybe this way would get him out of here?
as he walked deeper into the jungle night fell, wasn't it noon just a while ago? whatever it was the path got harder and harder to follow, until eventually he was just making his way between trees
after a while of being lost in the woods he sees lights in a clearing, people were talking about something, sounded like food? or... no... hunting maybe? killing? he didn't want to be caught up with whatever they were talking about he started to walk away but tripped on one of the tree roots and hit his head on a rock with a loud gasp, the world around him faded out...

the prisoner was asleep in the cage when i heard the noise come from the woods, our facility wasnt anything big but this guy was found snooping around here and we had to keep him in the prison, i heard a yell in the woods and my superior officer told me to go check it out. it was this guy and i had no clue how he had gotten all wet or what he had hit his head on, but orders are orders...

drevor woke up in the middle of the night to a loud gasp it seemed as though he was the only one who heard it because everyone else was asleep. one torch was still on giving him just enough light to see that the man with the machete had fallen asleep against the cage, he thought for a while if taking a weapon while being in a cage was a good idea. this was his only chance he could see to get out of this situation and take the idol to-
was the guy waking up? did he just move? Now's the time do or die!
he reached out of the cage for the machete...

sverrej wasn't going to stand for this, this was the last time, he pulled out the...
derby ticket. this was all of his money, he had to pay back the mob because if he didn't he would surely be killed he opened the ticket, the winning horses name printed on it. he had won he was now out of debt and with the amount of money he had won he could even escape this shitty life he had! he charted the flight to a far away country. he sat on the plane for the flight,
nothing weird, well, until he got that phone call from the loan shark,

no how could they why me

when he got off the plane he searched his bag to make sure that the instructions he had gotten were, god forbid, right. all he had to do according to the man, laughing Larry they called him, everything seemed to be a joke at this point, was to fire the gun 3 times. he didn't know why all he knew was that this was his last chance to escape his horrible life. he walked to the security guards are beads of sweat ran down his forehead,he shot at one of the guards, bang, shot at the metal detector, bang, shot at himse-

the door to the waiting room opened. the guard had finally come back to give bushwakko his things but it seemed like perfect timing, well perfect in the worst sense of the word that is, no sooner had he opened the door had the shooting started. the guard turned and ran towards the place where the metal detectors were leaving the door open. another loud bang was heard, even this deep into the airports bowels it was loud bushwakko got up and walked to the door to see what was going on, or was it more just to get out of this god damn airport, the third bang had been the loudest but it was the waiting room that had heard it, bushwakko had left, gotten on the elevator and was on his way out of this place, even if he didnt have any money or his luggage he knew this was a one way trip, he played with the coins in his pocket as the light shined on him and he started walking towards the city.

it wasnt soon after he had left that he walked into the hotel coral essex on the beach, he checked in under the name Rocko Mores went to room 14.

the last person he wanted to see was in there when he opened the door...

Maaz floated to the other side of the river and took off his life jacket. It was all wet so it quickly sunk in the quicksand. Thinking quickly Maaz grabbed the vine and pulled himself out of danger, but, as they say, out of the frying pan into the fire...

He stood at the edge of a vast rain forest.

Drevor was sitting in the cage with the idol in his bag as the native talked in a dialect he had never heard. he sat and pondered the words that were scratched into the bars on the cage
"| |c| |e| |s| |"
Drevor worked out that if he could get one of the captors to come close enough he could steal the key to this cage. They didn't fall for his "stomach pain" routine. one walked closer and leaned against the cage, no key though, he did have a machete

Bushwakko got off the plane, with the notebook in his hands. When he had bought it thinking it was a book, with it's fine binding, but after he got aboard the plane he realized that except for the passage, "Remember to make it out of the labyrinth, take the fifth left turn after the 2nd room", the entire thing was empty, all he had left over was 15 pesos.
"what use would pesos be in this country?" he thought to himself as he went to the the bathroom on the plane. He sat back down in his seat and played with the coins in his pocket.
He found out soon enough, after being flagged and having his wallet and luggage taken away, all he had left were the clothes on his back, the book in his hand and the change in his pocket.
He sat in the waiting room and played with the change in his pocket, how long had it been? at least 6 hours. Maybe they had forgotten about him or something. Bushwakko walked to the door and found out it was locked when the handle turned and the door stayed closed. He thumbed through the magazines again, but, he couldn't read the language and the pictures, while interesting, had lost whatever made them good to look at after seeing them for the 50th time
he opened the book and, scribbled inside along the furthest part of the binding, were the letters "hee" they could have been there the whole time they were so close to the spine. He spun one of the coins on the table and then...

what I've done in the past few days, written as a story

A few ago, a message arrived for me via talking words during my tenure at the ambiguous inn. since i have been here things have been the same except for a shaman tat is passing through. the message was from a person that i would call a friend while others would not. i had only met him once before but he and his company were friendly and so i would consider him as a person of significance. in the message that i recived i was instructed to be in the concrete jungle at a certin time to go on an adventure. so the day had finally arrived but before i went i got a package from my shaman neighbour. i found it hard to open but when i did i put the rubees into my rubee container, the kind he gave me were of a differnt sheen, but i accepted them anyway. afterwards i left, i didnt go to the concrete jungle directly though, i was to be at the place a a specific time i made plans to go to see a movie and then i figurd enough time would have passed for it to make a difference. i saw the movie show, some historians might say it is a vision of alternate future, but i think those people should just watch them as movies that are being produced and somehow shown in the middle of a vast desert. but this particular movie, it served it's purpose. to waste time without wasting. when the movie was over I passed through the Arbitrary Desert back tracking my way to the crossroads that brought me to the theater i took the turn and headed for the badlands.
           My first travel through the badlands had been frought with confusion, wrong showers, and finally a frustrated uneventful journey back to the ambiguous inn. the second time though, with the help of a picture book my floating words had found me in my time of sorrow, and found me a picture book. i used it to navigate the concrete jungle that time to meet my friend who had a room in one of the sky scraping trees. this journey there was filled to the brim with uneventfulness and uncertainty. when i got through the badlands i had entered the concrete jungle but my path to my friends domicile was blocked. a large gate keeper which allowed those withe the cards and codes to enter. my friends name used to be the password but to my disdain his name was nolonger on the list (according to the gatekeeper) i tried for a long while to get into the place without breaking rules but i eventually had to find the way around the gate.
           I found out that it was surprisingly east to go around this special, gated, area of the concrete jungle. i followed paths to dead ends and locked doors. i eventually found my way to the other gate and talked to the guardian of that entrance. i told him of my situation about how i had met my friend once before and of how my friend may have changed the password since the old one was the name. he made calls and then i was inside of the building. here i met once again the man that had invited me to the spirit quest, for there was a large concentration of significance surrounding the area. 
          Upon entering his house i saw things had changed. not so much anyone could notice, but enough for me to tell something was different. and he was wearing a different skin. his wife and two of his friends were there we were ready to go on this quest, after a short time i as given an elixir to prime me for my journey. I'm not quite sure on the details but from what i remember of the actual drinking i remember that it had seven parts from the most powerful healing elixir combined with seven parts of a deadly poison. i drank the portion i was given and immediately felt the effects of it. usually potions of this type don't work on me at all, i know they do work on me because on rare occasions i have partaken in rituals such as this, one time in particular when i had gone to a lush field- but that is for another story...
            We set out on the adventure with our gear ready for whatever challenges await, though i had hidden it from everyone that i didn't have my adventuring license for this particular part of the concrete jungle we would have to see how far i could go. we made it toe the front door of the outermost level of the first stage of the adventure. some of the challenges i had to face were floating masses of loss and sadness, spaces of ear shattering where if you were not conditioned for adventures, as i was at that time, you could easily become overwhelmed. after traveling through this first level we went down to the second level. there i found other adventures, some that i knew, others that i didn't, and yet others with second skins on.
          My party wanted to go into a restricted area, i obliged but to do that i needed to pass the test for the license. this would be the start of the downfall of the past two days, well if you pinpoint failure like that, i don't I'd- well I'll say it when the time comes, no spoilers for you! anyways...
           either way, i waited for the test and they pulled some kind of trick on me or something because after a while the test was near completion, my friends wife, wearing a peacock outfit, told me to meet them at a undisclosed location. the test seemingly took it's toll on me because i said okay and she disappeard. After I had gotten my tempoary one day license i realised that my friend's wife didnt tell me the location of the undisclosed location. i started the trek through the concrete jungle back to their home, the place to go if i was lost. on my trek i met some adventures i feard were lost to the abyss ages ago, i exchanged my papers and signed on a contract to travel with them for a short while. as we walked my friend and his travelling companion filled me in on what their goals in this place of some significance were, as well as telling me of what had happened in the time that he had been lost to the outside world. after a near encounter with someone inportant we founf ourselves at the destination in no time but found the challenges too easy.
            We stood there for what seemed like weeks, there outside of 5 places talking to the people in the column. some made signs others talked of things that wasted time, taking some of mine with them. I hope they use it wiser than i had, though from the look of them they used my life-time for extra nourishment. i realized their trap far too late and by the time i had escaped their clutches and severed my contract with those that had fallen into the trap, the conversation that takes and never gives. i soon found out that i would need that life-time, as it would seem i wil refer to minutes of my life i wont get back, another thing which i scavenged from the shaman thanks. 
            I had to reconect with my party, my friends, my compatriots, my comrades, whoever you want to describe a group of people that hold significance to someon eother than that of a passing hi. i spent a lot of time searching the building for them but i only founf nothing it wasnt until i found out where the area of intrest was that i found everyone, i had another glass, or two, or five, of spirit elixer through the night. as we wandered the area of intrest we were approached by a person that had some intel of a place that might be important. he lead us through the mountains and inside the mountains, we left just befor ethe peak and found a room full of nourishment. me and my frinds were so impressed that we decided to stay there for the rest of the night, setting up camp and such. i explored the area and found really nice adventurers. afterwards i talked with my frind fo a while about my tenure at the ambiguous inn and he told me of how to find a place to rest at the concret jungle as soon as i could.
            After the rest in the intresting encampment we had to make our way back through the concrete jungle to my friends home, i was still spirited so we decided i should just crash on his couch that night since i had something important to do the next day. i had a uneventful night and was shuffled out the next day to a cool new day of alcohol afterglow, i wonder if i'm weird like that but thats how it felt. i grabbed my walking shoes and made the long journey out of the arbitrary jungle of concrete to the Badlands, which arnt that bad surprisingly. this was my first time transversing back during the day which made things very different. it was as if the forest and the desert were fighting over which one it was, eventually the desert prevailed.

END OF DAY ONE.