A lonely male, usually a teenager, who spends all day, every day, sitting in a darkened room alone, trying his best to make just one of his arms look like Popeye's.
Occasionally one eyed frowning with the sticky out chin comes into play, accompanied by Popeye's "Ugugugug!" chuckling noise.
Often leads to a Popeye style walk in later life.
I called round to see Dave the other day, he's becoming a proper One Armed Popeye.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.