Now it's your turn

[rikibeth]

I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.

But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal, if you feel like it.

Comments

Any old thing at all

[mama-hogswatch.livejournal.com]

The only color I ever wore to a prom was black.

Re: Any old thing at all

[mcroft.livejournal.com]

That's funny. The only color I ever wore to a prom was powder blue. It was the eighties. I'm sorry.

Re: Any old thing at all

[mama-hogswatch.livejournal.com]

AS it happens, I graduated from high school in 1987.

Re: Any old thing at all

[rikibeth.livejournal.com]

So did I. I think our year was the cusp year between pastel ballgowns and slinky black or jewel tones.

I wore pink Jessica McClintock. I think that says everything you need to know.

[ame-chan.livejournal.com]

I love tandoori pizza with mango chutney.

I have metamorphosis dreams.

[mtfierce.livejournal.com]

I dream that I have eight limbs, and huge fangs, and walk on ceilings. I dream that I become a flock of birds. I dream that I can sing in chords. I dream of the Storm Crow, and I win because I am able to surrender. I dream of changing from human to leopard, and I feel my lover's teeth at my neck. I sometimes look through more than one perspective at once. I always think I almost reach that same transformation at intense times, like orgasm, when waking...but not yet.

[mcroft.livejournal.com]

I once had a traffic fine commuted to 'time served'. immlass married me anyway, despite having to bail me out.

[tryslora]

Kevin and I knew what we would name a daughter before we ever conceived a child. We argued over a boy's name the entire time of my first pregnancy.

We almost chose Devon as a boy's name until we realized it sounded like we'd combined Deb+Kevin.

Kevin told me I couldn't pick name the children after roleplaying characters. Both children ended up with names that were the same as characters. In one case, someone later named a character after my daughter!

[gentlyepigrams]

I know another couple named Deb and Kevin whose son is actually named Devon.

[tryslora]

Wow... weird...

I was really disappointed not to get to use the name (and since my cousins combined Nathan and Lysa to get Naylee for their daughter born a month before Ryan I *really* just couldn't go there).

Although Devon would've been another roleplaying character name.

[arden-ranger.livejournal.com]

Agh.

Well, lessee. The things I make from scratch better than even my Mom:

Dressing.
Peanut Butter Fudge
Bread
Cocoons (AKA Mexican Wedding Cookies)
Pizza
40 Garlic Clove Roast Chicken
Mexican Food.
Candy

[eternaleponine.livejournal.com]

I have four pet rats: Viktor, Anakin, Gethsemane and Akuma. I didn't actually name any of them. Viktor is named after the pet rat of a roleplaying character. Anakin was named after the rat that my friend was going to get that then got sold before she could get him. He's the Angst Goth Jedi Rat. Akuma means demon in Japanese, but he's the sweetest of the four, and Gethsemane is the garden where Christ died... which you probably already knew.

[eternaleponine.livejournal.com]

Wait, no... not the garden where Christ died. The garden where he went to pray. He died on a hill.

Can you tell I'm an atheist?

Funnily enough, so is the person who named the rat Gethsemane. He and Akuma were hers, but then I got them.

[gentlyepigrams]

I bought my first computer in 1985 and have owned one or more continuously since then. I have never owned a DOS/Windows computer.

[jldecker.livejournal.com]

I know every word to every Beatles song recorded between 1962 & 1970, can tell you not only which one of them is singing it but who's singing which harmony, and perform all vocal parts spot on without accompanyment.

I was born in 1974.

Yeah. I'm a geek.

[rikibeth.livejournal.com]

No, you're IMPRESSIVE.

I was born in 1970, know all the words to probably 80% of the songs, and can generally sing the lead line without accompaniment for all of them and add the most obvious harmony line for about 50% of them if someone else is doing the lead. I don't think I could sing a harmony line without the melody on ANYTHING barring a couple of doo-wop oldies, or a madrigal I'd already learned in parts.

My daughter seems to have inherited her father's musical ear, which is better than mine. When she was six weeks old, the dissonances in the Grateful Dead's "Attics of My Life" made her fuss, and she quieted as soon as I skipped a track forward on the CD; and when she was three, she sang the harmony line on the Goodbye Song from "Bear in the Big Blue House" without prompting, and would sing along to Mama Michelle's lines when I was playing a Mamas & Papas tape in the car, and would ask for that tape ahead of kiddie stuff.

[tristam.livejournal.com]

My first Gamemaster was my dad.

My first long term gaming group started in 7th gradein 1986. We still meet twice a year and they still play the same characters.

[djinnthespazz.livejournal.com]

The prom. I wore a deep teal blue sleek classic number in a year where EVERYTHING was fluffy pinks and peaches and ribbons and bows.

Yep. I've always been out of the mainstream on fashion.

My date arrived at my door to pick me up drunk. He wore a powder blue tux that was eye-popping next to the dress. Somewhere there is a picture. It was a personal disaster. Sigh.

The whole event was a disaster because one of the most beloved teachers in the school had died the day before of an aneurysm that burst after she had delivered her first child. ::sigh::

Er, and I just remembered this, too... *I* bought the tickets to the prom to ask the guy I had been crushing on the whole year to go with me. He declined, saying he wasn't going. Guess who *was* there? (one of the many things that further soured my view on 'christians' - earlier that same year a friend had to de-friend me because we didn't go to the same church. Exclusionist Liers...)

Wow. Lot of memories on that one event.

[ghilledhu.livejournal.com]

I don't know what I can tell you that you don't already know...

Well, since everyone's talking about proms, I actually went to three. My freshman year I was asked by a senior, one of the other horn players in the band. I wore a terrifying pink dress that I later discovered looked much better with hoops under it.

My junior year, I actually worked up the nerve to ask a trumpet player I'd had a desperate crush on all year. He said yes, which was such a surprise that it didn't register until I'd walked away. My dress that year was sapphire blue satin and strapless, with a three-flounced skirt.

I wore the same dress to my senior prom, but wore my hair differently and went with a different guy. He was an older guy, who I'd been dating the previous summer, broke up with when he went off to college and got engaged with someone else, then gave another chance to when he broke off the engagement later that year.

The funny thing is, I think I liked the idea of proms (and the opportunity to dress up, of course!) more than I liked the proms themselves. I think I was groping toward the ideal of vintage dance, but didn't know you could do that yet, and the prom was the closest I knew of at that time.

[rikibeth.livejournal.com]

I actually knew that about the proms, because the pictures were on your mother's fridge for about forever, and you told me the story. :)

I enjoyed the dressing up much more than I enjoyed the actual prom, too. I knew what I really wanted, though, because I went to my first Regency Ball at Boskone when I was fourteen. I wore a nightgown, but it was a really APPROPRIATE nightgown -- white with pink flowers, scoop neck, little puff cap sleeves, right waistline, narrow skirt, little flounce at the hem, and I wore it with pink ballet slippers and white gloves. The longways set dances were *so* much more romantic than what passed for dancing in the 1980s.

Of course, now that I'm doing Colonial dance, I'm halfway considering making myself a suit of gentleman's clothes, because 1) we're always over-supplied with ladies in the troupe and 2) I could ditch the stays.

Maybe next year.