HAH. HAH.

Oven problem has been determined, and I go to Radio Shack tonight to find missing fuses.

Keep your fingers crossed, people. *knocks on wood*

Also I have The Decemberists stuck in my head. The ENTIRETY of the Crane Wife album in various snips and snatches, to be precise.

(Also our office printer is making disturbing noises and people will not stop using it. WTF.)

And, for your patience in sticking with me thus far, a meme!

Reply to this and I will...
1)Tell you why I friended you.
2)Associate you with a song/movie.
3)Tell a random fact about you.
4)Tell my first memory of you.
5)Associate you with an animal/fruit.
6)Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7)In return, you MUST spread this disease in your lj.


(Okay, seriously. STOP USING THIS PRINTER. I AM FULL OF HATE.)

From: [identity profile] rimestock.livejournal.com


BUT THE CRANE WIFE IS AWESOME, LYNNE.

*GRATUITOUSLY USES ICON OF COLIN* *MORE OR LESS*

From: [identity profile] rimestock.livejournal.com


1) This is entirely possible, I think!
2) I don't think I've ever seen that. On the other hand, I kind of love that song, so I'm really not going to complain about it. :D
3) I actually brought my corset with me to school! I have absolutely no idea when or if I will ever wear it here, especially As Intended, but I brought it anyway.
4) And ... yeah. I think the first Raven thread I read, in fact, was when he dropped in on Edmund and I was busy going "... whut." And then it was awesome and hilarious and they hit it off tremendously well and I facepalmed sheepishly.
5) I think that this question is the main reason I posted on this meme, and it was at least halfway because I was curious if you would pick a rabbit or not.
6) I think about a fuck of a lot, actually. I come up with crackplots, often, because my brain tangents along five hundred Fibonacci splits an hour, which really explains a lot about me -- it's worse then than any other time, I think, because I don't have anything I'm trying to think about. I come up with plots of giftfic and crossovers. I visualize porn, because it's pretty, and then I want to write it. I guess most of the things I think about involve things that I am writing or want to be writing, but sometimes it's stuff that's been going on during the day, or stuff I'm planning for a weekend out, or stuff involving my band-to-be, The Lesbian Oligarchy. I get a soundtrack while I'm thinking, a lot of the time, too -- just songs that I like, or songs that I was listening to before bed.

What do you?

From: [identity profile] rowanberries.livejournal.com


AHAHA yes meme.

I resisted for so long.

But now, I tag everything in sight. MUAHAHA.

From: [identity profile] rowanberries.livejournal.com


1). Ah, good memories. *cheerful*
2) *giggles*
3). I am definitely British. But as for taller, I don't know! I am taller than some people, though, so it's possible?
4). ...*snicker* Ah, Puck. I really must find the link to that...
5). Of course!
6). It's fun! Obviously, or I would never do it. It's also very tiring, however, and gives me a form of jet lag if I do it too often. *eyedart*

From: [identity profile] bodldops.livejournal.com


Commenting!

And hey, at least your printer is working. *eyes student printer with Hate and Grr*

From: [identity profile] bodldops.livejournal.com


Because I liked animals, and the idea of working on humans squicked me.

...

Also James Herriot. I swear that man is responsible for a good half of the people in my class. zomg some of my classmates have never heard of him whut
genarti: Knees-down view of woman on tiptoe next to bookshelves (sun and snow)

From: [personal profile] genarti


Meme!

I am not going to do it, though, because I suck at the "associate me with X" sort of meme even more than I suck at meme-followthrough in general. But other people's answers always intrigue me.

*helpfully drops anvil on people using the printer*
genarti: Knees-down view of woman on tiptoe next to bookshelves (dreamers)

From: [personal profile] genarti


1) Yeah. I think it was after we'd been chatting for a while, and one of those "...I don't have you friended. Why do I not have you friended?" realizations I have periodically.
2) ...Hunh. I do not know that one. But, in looking at the lyrics, I like it.
3) *grins*
4) Ahahahaha. I remember that! *beams*
5) mmmm nectarines.
6) mm. I would say that I write to tell stories.

They're tied up together, of course; the reason I tell a story is that I think for one reason or another it should be told, and is worth the effort of telling. And often part of what I write is spurred at least a little by contrariness -- I see this done wrong, or I never see this done, or whatever -- so there's that, too.

But the story should stand on its own, and the characters shouldn't necessarily think what I think. And... honestly, when I look at a story, when I approach one to tell something, what I tell is often a question.

Not necessarily any answer to the question.
skygiants: Mary Lennox from the Secret Garden opening the garden door (garden)

From: [personal profile] skygiants


1) QUELLE TRAGEDIE
2) *giggling*
3) . . . I do? Cool! :D
4) Obviously, that was before you really knew me.
5) I FREE ASLAN FROM HIS BONDS.
6) My dreams don't tend towards the too bizarre, actually. *thoughtful*

I had one that terrified me when I was quite small, when my two best friends from camp and I were captured by an evil witch. Who planned to turn us into chimpanzees. (Yes, this was long, long before I'd ever seen Emperor's New Groove.) And then our parents burst in to rescue us, but it was too late for my friend, and her face was distorting and she was speaking in sort of slow-motion, "I am slowly turning into a chimpanzee and I cannot be saved!" Which . . . whoever writes the dialogue for my dreams clearly ought to be sacked, but all the same I woke up panicking. My parents pop-psych analyzed it as my fear of camp ending, and us going to different schools and losing touch. Which seems plausible, I don't know.

Alternately, I dreamed once that I was awake and couldn't get to sleep. Which was excessively weird, just because it was so boring. And so realistic. The only difference was a clock that existed in the dream so I could watch the minutes not tick by, which was not in the room in real life. And that one I have no idea about.

What about you?

From: [identity profile] fire-and-a-rose.livejournal.com


1) :D
2) ...Walk the Walk? *uncertain*
3) I do. It is true. I should do it more often.
4) ...*CACKLES* LITTLE DID YOU KNOW.
5) I keep getting cat-like things. *amused*
6) Confusing. And not.

They know the same things from different sides. I just have to look through the right pair of glasses.
vivien: picture of me drunk and giggling (milliways)

From: [personal profile] vivien


I am a chipmunk! An evil, giggly chipmunk! I think I need an icon...

6) You know, that's a good question. I've nearly stopped a few times in my two-and-a-half years. But I find I love the stories and the relationships, more OOC than IC at times, and I am just not done. I love Tom, and I love Ingress, and I enjoy my other headvoices when I have time to play them.

I guess I am just in it for the long haul. It's a nice hobby.

From: [identity profile] tropes.livejournal.com


(YEAH. I am trying to re-form my game collective after neglecting everyone but Meg and Soph and Karen for so long, and I am dying to play with you. :-*)

Um.

I don't know.

I think it's a combination. It's use of language and a sort of hyper-meta awareness of language and culture. You see that in Robbins, in Doty, in Stevens.

Making connections among seemingly unconnected objects, concepts.

I'm not articulate.

But Robbins makes me want to weep, he's so clever with his language. And some people hate that cleverness.

How could you hate a man who writes this:

This sentence has lost its period

Anyway.

Blah!
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