Meme - five things about me.
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rivertemptest who nicked it from valkyriekat_47 who got it from Agnes who got it from Jim...
Ahem.
Comment to this post, and I will list five things I associate with you, They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, along with your commentary.
1. Australia Gotta love this weirdo country of mine. I might sound British at times, but I was born here and have spent most of my life here. Where else could you get 40C on Christmas Day but 5C a week before? (That's 104F on Christmas Day and 41F the week before). Well, ok, there are other places, but I tend to like this one.
And what I love the most? That we've taken a country that's had 60,000 years of immigrants, and they've all added to the place. There is still discrimination and injustice and stupidity, but there's also sitting at the pizza place with the Vietnamese guy and the Greek lass from work and arguing about how pathetic our cricket team is, after she hands over a bottle of the best olive oil that her Yaya has shipped into the country and he complains that the prawns are too big to make good rice paper rolls. And then we bitch about the flies.
2. Lucius That's "Mr Malfoy" to you lot. Asrivertempest says, he's a versatile bugger. Usefully surviving the War and the defeat of Voldie, he's available to fill any niche in your fanfic-writing fantasies. Devoted to his wife and dealing with Harry and Draco getting together? No worries. Seducing Hermione with an offer of access to his library? Grab your pens. Jason Isaacs being stranded on a holiday in Australia and needing assista... HANG ON A MOMENT that's MY fantasy - smeg off and get your own!
3. Postcards I got into Postcrossing a few years ago when I needed something nice to start happening. I was very impressed by the way you can do as much or as little as you want, although you are limited on the total number of travelling postcards based on the number that have arrived. I have over 2000 lovely cards in boxes that I anddogorcuton have received, but I took a break from it last year when we moved, and haven't gone back.
Mind you, I still send cards to others. There's Gordon Drummond, the very rude cat in New Zealand who delights in insulting Cuton; and Princess Sarah, who's Cuton's Bassett Hound girlfriend in Boston, Mass.; and Cuton was sending cards to Electron Boy and now sends them to his brother and his niece and nephew; and there's a friend who is currently serving at the Governor's pleasure (hey, whether he's guilty or innocent, he's still a friend and I send him a card every couple of weeks with some chatty stuff about this end of the world. It helps keep both of us sane.) And every now and then I send a card to people likenotasquirrel and rivertempest. Because it's nice to get something in the letterbox that isn't a bill.
And because it's a fast way to drop a few words of love or encouragement or thanks, I send them to other places too. Because it makes me feel better.
4. Lederhosen Best to let my husband explain it:
5. Poetry I could be all analytical and explain about the function of rhythm in the autistic spectrum, but that would be boring. So how else to explain it?
I was introduced early to the evil genius that is Tom Lehrer (and yes, I was referring to him in the intro to this post), the verses of Pam Ayres, and most of all to the glorious Australian poets Henry Lawson and Banjo Paterson. There's regular rhythms, words that mean something, and a story that creeps into your heart. I'm afraid that certain flowery Victoria types were drummed into us at school and I never liked them (Yes, John Keats, I'm looking at your and your smegging "close bosomed friend of the maturing sun"). I can write the deeper, fuller stuff now, but I still have a bond with the doggrell and the simple verses. And I adore the challenge of the tougher schemes - to get a sonnet to sit just right, and yet still get everything said within those 14 lines...
So there you have it. Stuff. About me. Comment away!
rivertemptest who nicked it from valkyriekat_47 who got it from Agnes who got it from Jim...Ahem.
Comment to this post, and I will list five things I associate with you, They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, along with your commentary.
1. Australia Gotta love this weirdo country of mine. I might sound British at times, but I was born here and have spent most of my life here. Where else could you get 40C on Christmas Day but 5C a week before? (That's 104F on Christmas Day and 41F the week before). Well, ok, there are other places, but I tend to like this one.
And what I love the most? That we've taken a country that's had 60,000 years of immigrants, and they've all added to the place. There is still discrimination and injustice and stupidity, but there's also sitting at the pizza place with the Vietnamese guy and the Greek lass from work and arguing about how pathetic our cricket team is, after she hands over a bottle of the best olive oil that her Yaya has shipped into the country and he complains that the prawns are too big to make good rice paper rolls. And then we bitch about the flies.
2. Lucius That's "Mr Malfoy" to you lot. As
rivertempest says, he's a versatile bugger. Usefully surviving the War and the defeat of Voldie, he's available to fill any niche in your fanfic-writing fantasies. Devoted to his wife and dealing with Harry and Draco getting together? No worries. Seducing Hermione with an offer of access to his library? Grab your pens. Jason Isaacs being stranded on a holiday in Australia and needing assista... HANG ON A MOMENT that's MY fantasy - smeg off and get your own!3. Postcards I got into Postcrossing a few years ago when I needed something nice to start happening. I was very impressed by the way you can do as much or as little as you want, although you are limited on the total number of travelling postcards based on the number that have arrived. I have over 2000 lovely cards in boxes that I and
dogorcuton have received, but I took a break from it last year when we moved, and haven't gone back.Mind you, I still send cards to others. There's Gordon Drummond, the very rude cat in New Zealand who delights in insulting Cuton; and Princess Sarah, who's Cuton's Bassett Hound girlfriend in Boston, Mass.; and Cuton was sending cards to Electron Boy and now sends them to his brother and his niece and nephew; and there's a friend who is currently serving at the Governor's pleasure (hey, whether he's guilty or innocent, he's still a friend and I send him a card every couple of weeks with some chatty stuff about this end of the world. It helps keep both of us sane.) And every now and then I send a card to people like
notasquirrel and rivertempest. Because it's nice to get something in the letterbox that isn't a bill.And because it's a fast way to drop a few words of love or encouragement or thanks, I send them to other places too. Because it makes me feel better.
4. Lederhosen Best to let my husband explain it:
Since
Explain your journal screenname and its meaning.
I really ought to put this in my journal info, since people keep asking this one...
Back when rocks were soft, I used to roleplay online with
After that it became an in-joke. Many years later I decided to get an LJ account; I didn't want to use my real name because I was having stalker problems at the time, so I plucked
5. Poetry I could be all analytical and explain about the function of rhythm in the autistic spectrum, but that would be boring. So how else to explain it?
I was introduced early to the evil genius that is Tom Lehrer (and yes, I was referring to him in the intro to this post), the verses of Pam Ayres, and most of all to the glorious Australian poets Henry Lawson and Banjo Paterson. There's regular rhythms, words that mean something, and a story that creeps into your heart. I'm afraid that certain flowery Victoria types were drummed into us at school and I never liked them (Yes, John Keats, I'm looking at your and your smegging "close bosomed friend of the maturing sun"). I can write the deeper, fuller stuff now, but I still have a bond with the doggrell and the simple verses. And I adore the challenge of the tougher schemes - to get a sonnet to sit just right, and yet still get everything said within those 14 lines...
So there you have it. Stuff. About me. Comment away!
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Date: 2011-12-05 03:14 pm (UTC)I am such a lucky gal. I have all your postcards (some even being used as bookmarks) and I always point them out to my fam. ;)
LMAO about Lederhosen. hehehehe
Your Jason Isaacs fantasy bears a striking resemblance to mine... except he's lost in the hillbilly hills of southern Ohio and I must rescue him before he becomes fodder for the piggies.
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Date: 2011-12-06 07:55 am (UTC)OK:
Motherhood.
Medical systems (with specific reference to the US)
Obsession
Chocolate
Fantasising.
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Date: 2011-12-05 05:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-06 07:57 am (UTC)Anonymity
Abandonned railway stations
Owsla
Diabetes
Hedgerows
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Date: 2011-12-06 09:20 pm (UTC)Okay, an interesting selection. I'll probably do the post tomorrow. =:)
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Date: 2011-12-05 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-06 08:00 am (UTC)Ahem. The meme:
Goths
Going Walkabout
Family
Boots
Androgyny
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Date: 2011-12-05 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-06 08:02 am (UTC)Corsets
Forgiveness
Shoes
Steampunk
Relocation
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Date: 2011-12-06 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-06 08:03 am (UTC)Rabbits
Distance
Honesty
Breaking the barriers
Ironforge.