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cherrySame rules. You know the drill.
Oh, yes. I've questioned everyone who asked, if LJ is being evil again and not-sending.
Indiana:
1. Where do you want to go the most?
Right at this exact moment? Anywhere but here. ::Cough:: That's not a good answer, right? Eventually, I'd like to go everywhere. Not that great an answer, either... I just want to see so many things.
Scuba diving off a coral reef. Yeah. I'd *love* that.
2. Do you see yourself still writing in 5, 10 years?
I like to hope so, but I'm rather afraid I won't be. I stopped drawing when I started band. I stopped practicing my instruments when I started writing. I'm afraid that once I start engineering, I'll stop writing.
And I think that maybe, with no artistic outlets, I will go slowly insane...
But, really, I drift. I drift from person to person, hobby to hobby. You have no idea how strange it is that I'm still at this.
3. If given the chance to say something to your parents, without fear of a reaction, what would it be?
Erm. What I would say, given the chance, I would have to lock six ways from Sunday. Especially considering that shouting thing last night -- usually dad manages to restrain himself to either profanity or volume. Shoot that email back to me, or hit me on AIM, and I'll let you know, okay?
For public consumption: I'd like to just say that there *are* a few people who seem to think I have a few redeeming characteristics.
4. Can you see yourself living in Toronto?
::Pause:: Totally. For a couple of years, at least. Not for the rest of my life -- I can't see myself living in *any* one place for the rest of my life.
I can also see myself (in my easily amused manner) still being a tad wide-eyed, no matter how long I lived there.
5. Can you see yourself making DexCon next year?
If I can come up with the cash, an excuse for my parents, and convince myself I wouldn't be sitting, bewildered, in the airport while people hid behind luggage carousels and laughed at me.
There's also the Very Secret Thing. Which, should it come about, would probably involve a stopover in Toronto anyway. If I was going to be flying through, why wouldn't I arrange it so that the stopover happened to be extended, and at the right time of year?
Bounce:
1) Your trip to Toronto. What's the one memory that really captures the trip?
Toronto itself? Eating sushi on a street corner, while my friends looked on in awed amazement and let out the occasional cheer.
The trip over-all? The last night, in the Sugar Shack outside Quebec City. A traditional meal, which we completely covered in fresh maple syrup. Laughing as the guys traded syrup shots. Pretending we knew how to do real dances as an old man with an accordion and a mike, backed up by another on a drum set, played traditional reels and the chicken dance song. The heat in darkened room, and the energy, as we swung each other around and sang the words we thought we knew; and the smiles on the faces of the log cabin's other occupants.
2) I don't think I've ever asked you this. What got you into fandom?
Oh. This is weird. I'm trying to pinpoint it. I could tell you how I found fanfiction, how I discovered fandom, but what got me into it is tricky.
Iwas bored right after we got connected to the internet, and wandered around in this 'fan fiction' thing. I was completely confused at first, but read some good pieces. I wandered away again.
Got involved in Testy Toad's West Wing message board. Way back in its heyday.
I just made myself feel really, really old. I remember when it had a fanfiction section. When it was small enough that you could actually keep up with the entire thing. I wandered away when it started getting too big.
I guess I was the reverse of a lot of people, who got into this when they only knew each other through writing. First I knew people, and then I knew their writing.
I -- you know, I guess I wouldn't be in this fandom today if I hadn't written that damn crossover. I mean, it was posted later, but I wrote it first. First thing I'd ever written. In retrospect, it has many glaring errors, but without it, I wouldn't be here. I might still be in West Wing.
Well, probably not. But I wouldn't be writing the things I do.
3) (Sending this one right back at you. 'cos it's applicable here, too) How many times am I going to have to insist you don't suck before you develop some self-esteem?
Hey, didn't I just the other day say that I thought it was possible I wasn't a completely horrible writer?
4) You find a wallet with $50 and no ID, no personal details in it, no *nothing* beyond the money and you think it doesn't belong to any of your family. What do you do?
Give it to the management of the place I found it.
5) (I'm sorry these aren't better questions) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?
Under the sea. I'd set up a series of rooms in some caves, and coral reefs. Raise tropical fish, and teach them to perform. Hold court in a sunken pirate ship. Play hide and seek with sea turtles in the kelp.
1. What mythological character do you most identify with?
Um. Mulan? No, wait, that's Disney...
Diana.
2. What's your biggest regret?
That there are friends I couldn't help more. That I have had to stand and watch as they slowly kill themselves, because none of us can make them listen. That nothing I (or any of us) say or do can penetrate the smoke and alcohol some of my friends are living in, that they won't see they're pissing their lives away. That I have had to divorce myself from people I love because I just can't take them destroying themselves while I hold them so close.
3. Let's play Bruce Almighty. You're given divinity for, say, two weeks or so. Whaddya do with it?
I give everyone a little voice in the back of their head that makes them happy when they make someone else happy. I think that would at least start to set us all on the right track. ::G::
4. Two-parter: which of your talents is your favorite, and what talent do you most wish you had?
I don't know if it's a talent, but I pick things up quickly. It allows me to develop others. ::G::
Talent I *most* wish I had? I'd love to be able to fly. I've always dreamed of soaring through the sky.
5. What's the meaning of life?
Life is change. Life is constantly rearranging and readjusting, and therefore so is its meaning.
Life is the sum and total of all our interactions, of every person, idea, or image we've ever touched or has ever touched us. In our treatment of others, our beliefs, and the level of enthusiasm with which we greet every day and every challenge, we create meaning.
1) You're coming to California in three days. Where the hell do your cousins live :) and what are you looking forward to most?
Dude. I told you. They live at Stanford.
I want to wander around the Stanford campus. Just -- walk. Take it all in, map it out in my head, and then hide in the ducts, and take courses there in the fall.
I could live in a tree in California. They'd never notice...
2) What is your favorite fic and why? Favorite one you've written, that is.
Um. 'The Karma Downs,' or 'Anon, Anon," I think. Why?
'The Karma Downs' because it has one of the best titles I've come up with, and it's novel length, so I can say I wrote a book. It's got a neat little twist, it's slightly offbeat, no one yelled at me for my OCs, and people seemed to enjoy it. I just think it came together fairly well.
'Anon, Anon,' because it just *worked.* That story, as posted, is nearly the same as my very first draft. It's won me my one writing award, and garnered me three recs that I know of. It just kind of flows -- time and imagery. Second person, but organic.
Though, with the way 'Higher Ground' is coming, that may very well become my new favourite.
3) What are you excited for and afraid of for college?
New people! So looking forward to all the new people. Afraid I'll stop writing, drift out of my creative side. If I do, I don't think I'd be the same person...
4) You magically become JJ Abrams. What happens on the Season 3 premiere?
::Cough::
We don't beat Syd/Vaughn to death. That will get very aggravating, very quickly.
Vaughn has left the CIA, and was on his honeymoon when they called him in. Will is an active agent. Jack has left the CIA to work with Irina. Dixon is slightly off-kilter. Weiss is handing out assignments. Marshall still blathers, but realizes his own worth more, and has taken several self-defence courses. Allyson really is dead. Sark broke out some time ago, proving his one alliance lies with Irina.
Sloane and Irina have been waging an underworld war. Irina will occasionally drop clues to the CIA, through Will, whom she looks out for.
5) If you could make your own ice cream, what would be in it and what would you call it?
Cherry Ice Cream Dream.
::Waits for the groans to die down:: A vanilla base, shot through with ribbons of caramel and fudge; and chunks of chocolate-covered cherries and almonds.
I love this icon. ::G:: Power Play. Brett and Colleen are cute.
Oh, yes. I've questioned everyone who asked, if LJ is being evil again and not-sending.
Indiana:
1. Where do you want to go the most?
Right at this exact moment? Anywhere but here. ::Cough:: That's not a good answer, right? Eventually, I'd like to go everywhere. Not that great an answer, either... I just want to see so many things.
Scuba diving off a coral reef. Yeah. I'd *love* that.
2. Do you see yourself still writing in 5, 10 years?
I like to hope so, but I'm rather afraid I won't be. I stopped drawing when I started band. I stopped practicing my instruments when I started writing. I'm afraid that once I start engineering, I'll stop writing.
And I think that maybe, with no artistic outlets, I will go slowly insane...
But, really, I drift. I drift from person to person, hobby to hobby. You have no idea how strange it is that I'm still at this.
3. If given the chance to say something to your parents, without fear of a reaction, what would it be?
Erm. What I would say, given the chance, I would have to lock six ways from Sunday. Especially considering that shouting thing last night -- usually dad manages to restrain himself to either profanity or volume. Shoot that email back to me, or hit me on AIM, and I'll let you know, okay?
For public consumption: I'd like to just say that there *are* a few people who seem to think I have a few redeeming characteristics.
4. Can you see yourself living in Toronto?
::Pause:: Totally. For a couple of years, at least. Not for the rest of my life -- I can't see myself living in *any* one place for the rest of my life.
I can also see myself (in my easily amused manner) still being a tad wide-eyed, no matter how long I lived there.
5. Can you see yourself making DexCon next year?
If I can come up with the cash, an excuse for my parents, and convince myself I wouldn't be sitting, bewildered, in the airport while people hid behind luggage carousels and laughed at me.
There's also the Very Secret Thing. Which, should it come about, would probably involve a stopover in Toronto anyway. If I was going to be flying through, why wouldn't I arrange it so that the stopover happened to be extended, and at the right time of year?
Bounce:
1) Your trip to Toronto. What's the one memory that really captures the trip?
Toronto itself? Eating sushi on a street corner, while my friends looked on in awed amazement and let out the occasional cheer.
The trip over-all? The last night, in the Sugar Shack outside Quebec City. A traditional meal, which we completely covered in fresh maple syrup. Laughing as the guys traded syrup shots. Pretending we knew how to do real dances as an old man with an accordion and a mike, backed up by another on a drum set, played traditional reels and the chicken dance song. The heat in darkened room, and the energy, as we swung each other around and sang the words we thought we knew; and the smiles on the faces of the log cabin's other occupants.
2) I don't think I've ever asked you this. What got you into fandom?
Oh. This is weird. I'm trying to pinpoint it. I could tell you how I found fanfiction, how I discovered fandom, but what got me into it is tricky.
Iwas bored right after we got connected to the internet, and wandered around in this 'fan fiction' thing. I was completely confused at first, but read some good pieces. I wandered away again.
Got involved in Testy Toad's West Wing message board. Way back in its heyday.
I just made myself feel really, really old. I remember when it had a fanfiction section. When it was small enough that you could actually keep up with the entire thing. I wandered away when it started getting too big.
I guess I was the reverse of a lot of people, who got into this when they only knew each other through writing. First I knew people, and then I knew their writing.
I -- you know, I guess I wouldn't be in this fandom today if I hadn't written that damn crossover. I mean, it was posted later, but I wrote it first. First thing I'd ever written. In retrospect, it has many glaring errors, but without it, I wouldn't be here. I might still be in West Wing.
Well, probably not. But I wouldn't be writing the things I do.
3) (Sending this one right back at you. 'cos it's applicable here, too) How many times am I going to have to insist you don't suck before you develop some self-esteem?
Hey, didn't I just the other day say that I thought it was possible I wasn't a completely horrible writer?
4) You find a wallet with $50 and no ID, no personal details in it, no *nothing* beyond the money and you think it doesn't belong to any of your family. What do you do?
Give it to the management of the place I found it.
5) (I'm sorry these aren't better questions) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?
Under the sea. I'd set up a series of rooms in some caves, and coral reefs. Raise tropical fish, and teach them to perform. Hold court in a sunken pirate ship. Play hide and seek with sea turtles in the kelp.
1. What mythological character do you most identify with?
Um. Mulan? No, wait, that's Disney...
Diana.
2. What's your biggest regret?
That there are friends I couldn't help more. That I have had to stand and watch as they slowly kill themselves, because none of us can make them listen. That nothing I (or any of us) say or do can penetrate the smoke and alcohol some of my friends are living in, that they won't see they're pissing their lives away. That I have had to divorce myself from people I love because I just can't take them destroying themselves while I hold them so close.
3. Let's play Bruce Almighty. You're given divinity for, say, two weeks or so. Whaddya do with it?
I give everyone a little voice in the back of their head that makes them happy when they make someone else happy. I think that would at least start to set us all on the right track. ::G::
4. Two-parter: which of your talents is your favorite, and what talent do you most wish you had?
I don't know if it's a talent, but I pick things up quickly. It allows me to develop others. ::G::
Talent I *most* wish I had? I'd love to be able to fly. I've always dreamed of soaring through the sky.
5. What's the meaning of life?
Life is change. Life is constantly rearranging and readjusting, and therefore so is its meaning.
Life is the sum and total of all our interactions, of every person, idea, or image we've ever touched or has ever touched us. In our treatment of others, our beliefs, and the level of enthusiasm with which we greet every day and every challenge, we create meaning.
1) You're coming to California in three days. Where the hell do your cousins live :) and what are you looking forward to most?
Dude. I told you. They live at Stanford.
I want to wander around the Stanford campus. Just -- walk. Take it all in, map it out in my head, and then hide in the ducts, and take courses there in the fall.
I could live in a tree in California. They'd never notice...
2) What is your favorite fic and why? Favorite one you've written, that is.
Um. 'The Karma Downs,' or 'Anon, Anon," I think. Why?
'The Karma Downs' because it has one of the best titles I've come up with, and it's novel length, so I can say I wrote a book. It's got a neat little twist, it's slightly offbeat, no one yelled at me for my OCs, and people seemed to enjoy it. I just think it came together fairly well.
'Anon, Anon,' because it just *worked.* That story, as posted, is nearly the same as my very first draft. It's won me my one writing award, and garnered me three recs that I know of. It just kind of flows -- time and imagery. Second person, but organic.
Though, with the way 'Higher Ground' is coming, that may very well become my new favourite.
3) What are you excited for and afraid of for college?
New people! So looking forward to all the new people. Afraid I'll stop writing, drift out of my creative side. If I do, I don't think I'd be the same person...
4) You magically become JJ Abrams. What happens on the Season 3 premiere?
::Cough::
We don't beat Syd/Vaughn to death. That will get very aggravating, very quickly.
Vaughn has left the CIA, and was on his honeymoon when they called him in. Will is an active agent. Jack has left the CIA to work with Irina. Dixon is slightly off-kilter. Weiss is handing out assignments. Marshall still blathers, but realizes his own worth more, and has taken several self-defence courses. Allyson really is dead. Sark broke out some time ago, proving his one alliance lies with Irina.
Sloane and Irina have been waging an underworld war. Irina will occasionally drop clues to the CIA, through Will, whom she looks out for.
5) If you could make your own ice cream, what would be in it and what would you call it?
Cherry Ice Cream Dream.
::Waits for the groans to die down:: A vanilla base, shot through with ribbons of caramel and fudge; and chunks of chocolate-covered cherries and almonds.
I love this icon. ::G:: Power Play. Brett and Colleen are cute.
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I'm also rather fond of this icon. They're both Canadian, you know. ::G::
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