Memage (Stollen for Katters)
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sorcyressEach blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
1) I am faaaaar too nocturnal to have a 9:30 AM class every day this semester. I suspect that, before the semsester is out, I may become semi biphasic in my sleep patterns, and take long naps during the day.
2) I have had a shit-eating grin on my face since about midnight Friday morning. I keep expecting the world to cut off my supply of things-that-make-Sorcy-smile-like-a-ninny, but there keep on being MORE things to smile about! Most recently are awesome stories in my inbox, and my brain attempting to hash out old magic rules and the like from assorted bits of Sorcy!canon. (both from this morning)
3) I constantly pick up words and phrases from people. Most recently, I've gained "Shit yes!" from Katters and "Yuh-huh" from Magus. One of the ones that I use most often, and is decidedly stolen is the style of saying "The things and the hot and the yay and the Keira* and the unravished and the what?" which is such a ShadowKevinism I'm suprised I haven't been sued for it. (Especially ending the chain with "what?") I still use "Yep." all the time to break up paragraphs and end thoughts, which I got from Paul back in tenth grade, Fishy has permanently imbued my brain with the word "Yessum", and I still can't get my brain to consistently remember that yessum isn't meant to be used on guys.
I've also stolen 'hein' and 'niff' from Lauren and Emily. (The first being a shortening of "heinous", the second being a basterdization of sniff/smell ("You niff good", ferexample.)
4) I keep suprisingly good track of how often I have seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and whowith. Currently, I've seen it eleven times proper (seven with the Satanic Mechanics, three with the Full Body Cast, and once with the Teseracte Players) and three times at home. (Me and V, Me, V, and Katters (Same sleepover where the BEEP! thing came from. :P) and most recently, Me, Cecily, Lauren, Emily, and this random guy Jimmy)
5) I'm easily distracted by mirrors. I believe that a lot of it is a fascination with what I actually look like when I am doing things, how I move, etc. This may have started when I stumbled upon an anthology of Phil Foglios "xxxenophile" stories --one of them was about a girl who randomly woke up one day to find a carbon copy of herself in bed with her. (They go on to having wild sex, but that's not the important part) Since then, I've had a strange fascination with the idea of carbon copy clones, (same memories, same upbringing, same everything --essentially impossible to tell the difference between the clone and the original, because they are the exact same person.) especially since I think I would get on astoundingly well with myself should I suddenly have a perfect twin like that.
(I make no claims as to whether or not the two of me would have sex, because it's none of your damn business. However, if we did? It would be hot. That is all.)
6) I am a much more violent person than I let on. I haven't had a lot of chances to do it, but I really enjoy moshing, and actual tackle football is probably my favourite sport to play. Pain makes me feel alive, which is why I kinda have this vague daydream of starting a Fight Club someday.
(This violence doesn't translate to sex, however. Pain is not sexy, nor does it turn me on, it's just...thrilling sometimes. And, of course, the idea of anyone intentionally causing someone pain without consent (obviously a Fight Club style thing has consent) turns my stomach.)
If you've read the 'Protector of the Small' books, (by Tamora Pierce) Kel's wandering around the castle and challenging the bullies to fights in order to protect people is exactly the sort of thing I like best. Yes, you get pounded on, but you're doing something Right.
7) My contact cards (Name, handle, e-mail, elljay, screennames) are made by drawing on playing cards with sharpies. I tend to write the important information on the face of the card, and on the back, I scrawl some clever phrase, or, if I can't think of anything else "This Card is Marked"
(Speaking of cards, I've been meaning to get this quote online before I accidentally hand the card to someone: "We didn't start off in the closet. We walked in there. We said 'Hey! This looks like a great place to make out!'" (Lesbians are hilarious.))
8) Eight is my favourite number, and has been since I was six or seven years old. There are three eights in my birthdate --28 08 1989. I was exceptionally pleased with this, because it meant that, the year I was eight, was supposedly the best in my life. (I can't remember if this is true or not. 18 is pretty sweet)
Oh, and holyshit! I've been widely proclaiming the fact that 2008 is the Best Year Ever, and that has an eight in it. And eighth grade was definently my favourite non-college year of school, like SO WOAH.
Soyeah. Eight is a good number for the Sorcy. When forced to quantify myself with a number (such as at the Big Expiriment) my choices go roughly 169 (132), 42, 8, 13, 27.
*Knightly, not![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shield_toad111. I make no speculations as to the current ravished or unravished state of my friends, but Elizabeth Swann managed to go HOW long without being raped? Crazy gentlemanly, these pirates.
***
Yay, I thought of things! I am a clever Sorcy. Also, I am not as evil as my clone, so I will not tag everyone who has a certain letter in their name. Instead I will tag anyone who particularly wants to do this meme, and my bestest friend in the entire world (Veronica) because she doesn't post often enough and I like hearing from her.
***
Unrelated: Awesome detective story about nice people returning a really good camera. It makes me smile and say 'aww!'
'kay, I'm off to pack for my afternoon classes and to finish eating breakfast. Yay, stuff!
~Sor
MOOP!
1) I am faaaaar too nocturnal to have a 9:30 AM class every day this semester. I suspect that, before the semsester is out, I may become semi biphasic in my sleep patterns, and take long naps during the day.
2) I have had a shit-eating grin on my face since about midnight Friday morning. I keep expecting the world to cut off my supply of things-that-make-Sorcy-smile-like-a-ninny, but there keep on being MORE things to smile about! Most recently are awesome stories in my inbox, and my brain attempting to hash out old magic rules and the like from assorted bits of Sorcy!canon. (both from this morning)
3) I constantly pick up words and phrases from people. Most recently, I've gained "Shit yes!" from Katters and "Yuh-huh" from Magus. One of the ones that I use most often, and is decidedly stolen is the style of saying "The things and the hot and the yay and the Keira* and the unravished and the what?" which is such a ShadowKevinism I'm suprised I haven't been sued for it. (Especially ending the chain with "what?") I still use "Yep." all the time to break up paragraphs and end thoughts, which I got from Paul back in tenth grade, Fishy has permanently imbued my brain with the word "Yessum", and I still can't get my brain to consistently remember that yessum isn't meant to be used on guys.
I've also stolen 'hein' and 'niff' from Lauren and Emily. (The first being a shortening of "heinous", the second being a basterdization of sniff/smell ("You niff good", ferexample.)
4) I keep suprisingly good track of how often I have seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and whowith. Currently, I've seen it eleven times proper (seven with the Satanic Mechanics, three with the Full Body Cast, and once with the Teseracte Players) and three times at home. (Me and V, Me, V, and Katters (Same sleepover where the BEEP! thing came from. :P) and most recently, Me, Cecily, Lauren, Emily, and this random guy Jimmy)
5) I'm easily distracted by mirrors. I believe that a lot of it is a fascination with what I actually look like when I am doing things, how I move, etc. This may have started when I stumbled upon an anthology of Phil Foglios "xxxenophile" stories --one of them was about a girl who randomly woke up one day to find a carbon copy of herself in bed with her. (They go on to having wild sex, but that's not the important part) Since then, I've had a strange fascination with the idea of carbon copy clones, (same memories, same upbringing, same everything --essentially impossible to tell the difference between the clone and the original, because they are the exact same person.) especially since I think I would get on astoundingly well with myself should I suddenly have a perfect twin like that.
(I make no claims as to whether or not the two of me would have sex, because it's none of your damn business. However, if we did? It would be hot. That is all.)
6) I am a much more violent person than I let on. I haven't had a lot of chances to do it, but I really enjoy moshing, and actual tackle football is probably my favourite sport to play. Pain makes me feel alive, which is why I kinda have this vague daydream of starting a Fight Club someday.
(This violence doesn't translate to sex, however. Pain is not sexy, nor does it turn me on, it's just...thrilling sometimes. And, of course, the idea of anyone intentionally causing someone pain without consent (obviously a Fight Club style thing has consent) turns my stomach.)
If you've read the 'Protector of the Small' books, (by Tamora Pierce) Kel's wandering around the castle and challenging the bullies to fights in order to protect people is exactly the sort of thing I like best. Yes, you get pounded on, but you're doing something Right.
7) My contact cards (Name, handle, e-mail, elljay, screennames) are made by drawing on playing cards with sharpies. I tend to write the important information on the face of the card, and on the back, I scrawl some clever phrase, or, if I can't think of anything else "This Card is Marked"
(Speaking of cards, I've been meaning to get this quote online before I accidentally hand the card to someone: "We didn't start off in the closet. We walked in there. We said 'Hey! This looks like a great place to make out!'" (Lesbians are hilarious.))
8) Eight is my favourite number, and has been since I was six or seven years old. There are three eights in my birthdate --28 08 1989. I was exceptionally pleased with this, because it meant that, the year I was eight, was supposedly the best in my life. (I can't remember if this is true or not. 18 is pretty sweet)
Oh, and holyshit! I've been widely proclaiming the fact that 2008 is the Best Year Ever, and that has an eight in it. And eighth grade was definently my favourite non-college year of school, like SO WOAH.
Soyeah. Eight is a good number for the Sorcy. When forced to quantify myself with a number (such as at the Big Expiriment) my choices go roughly 169 (132), 42, 8, 13, 27.
*Knightly, not
shield_toad111. I make no speculations as to the current ravished or unravished state of my friends, but Elizabeth Swann managed to go HOW long without being raped? Crazy gentlemanly, these pirates. ***
Yay, I thought of things! I am a clever Sorcy. Also, I am not as evil as my clone, so I will not tag everyone who has a certain letter in their name. Instead I will tag anyone who particularly wants to do this meme, and my bestest friend in the entire world (Veronica) because she doesn't post often enough and I like hearing from her.
***
Unrelated: Awesome detective story about nice people returning a really good camera. It makes me smile and say 'aww!'
'kay, I'm off to pack for my afternoon classes and to finish eating breakfast. Yay, stuff!
~Sor
MOOP!
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on 2008-01-28 08:07 pm (UTC)But i will try and come up with 8 things that most people don't know.
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on 2008-01-28 10:48 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2008-01-28 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-01-28 10:50 pm (UTC)(Wait, did I just imply that Scooter has impure motivations for reading xxxenophile? Oops!)
There were a bunch that stuck in my mind, for one reason or another (mostly due to the "what the FUCK?" ness of it all), but the one with the carbon copies was definently my favourite.
Man, I should find them somehow and reread them...
~Sor
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on 2008-02-01 03:15 am (UTC)Also, hi. :)
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on 2008-02-01 04:30 am (UTC)We'll figure something out.
~Sor
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on 2008-12-13 06:51 am (UTC)~Sor
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on 2008-01-29 12:52 am (UTC)Fwen you start the Fight Club thing, I want in very badly.
I had more to say, butyeah.
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on 2008-01-29 03:58 pm (UTC)Soitenly.
Butyeah!
~Sor
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on 2008-01-29 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-01-29 04:02 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2008-01-29 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-01-29 07:08 pm (UTC)Alan Cumming is definently yummy. Big part of why I want Tin Man to turn into an actual tv show.
~Sor
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on 2008-01-29 07:19 am (UTC)Pain is not sexy Aha, but there's where you're wrong. Pain most certainly is sexy, at least physiologically (which can of course be blocked by the psyche). Pain releases endorphins, which cause good feelings, etc. etc. I don't think I need to go on.
There's far too much sex in this comment. Goodness.
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on 2008-01-29 04:08 pm (UTC)Oh, I'm certain sex with myself would be wholly awesome. That's kinda an interesting sexuality question there --would you have sex with a carbon copy of yourself. It's entirely masturbatory, the trick is just that you're having to rearrange your angles and positions so you can get another person off. Except it's yourself. Bleh, too early for speculation.
Pain releases endorphins, which cause good feelings Hum. I did not think about that.
Yes, I can definently see that as happening, but, to the best of my knowledge, actual pain doesn't turn me on (Light biting? 'kay, maybe. >>) --I'm talking masochism, essentially.
Yeah, that's probably more than you needed to know.
~Sor
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on 2008-01-29 06:23 pm (UTC)Yup. Sex feels good because of the endorphins more than anything else. Pain just releases more and different kinds. (It's also the reason why people who are having sex can hurt themselves pretty badly and not even notice. Endorphins=natural painkillers.)
Talk away, if you like, doesn't bother me. I bet you're wondering how and why I know all this, though. But that's for me to know and you to wonder, heh heh. :P
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on 2008-01-29 07:06 pm (UTC)how would clerks make fun of this icon? hahaha
on 2008-01-30 06:49 pm (UTC)ie, I like your icon and may have stolen it...
heheheehe
Re: how would clerks make fun of this icon? hahaha
on 2008-01-30 08:53 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2008-02-02 04:18 am (UTC)