"How I Fell In Love Last Friday Evening With a Girl I Saw on the Barroom TV Screen..."

Tagged by weaselwoman13!

List 5 reasons why you are a dork. And make them good reasons. Justify them. Explain them. Be loud and proud about how big of a dork you are! Then pick the 5 biggest dorks you know and have them do the meme.

1. Jules Verne. No, really. I've read Lighthouse to the End of the World. ^_~ Waen is more of a dork than I am in this respect, having read almost every Verne novel in print, but--I'm fairly proud of what I've done. I can go on for ages about the subtleties in his writings, and compare and contrast TMI with Twenty-Thousand Leagues, and can explain to you in exceeding great detail what makes Child of the Cavern the very best of his novels. Also, tomorrowmaker. And half my DF socks are Vernian. I am just so very madly fond of this man, who is a dork enough in his own right (good God, Child of the Cavern. Most. Gratuitous. Fanboying.). So, yes. Jules is my number one dorkiness.

( Long five reasons... )

But wait! I tag:

mhari
tiamatschild
snowyofthenight
kaliscoo, someday. ^_^ Because she is not here, fish_bananas could go in her place.
anima_mecanique

...and anyone else who wants to do it. Yay!

ETA: I have an icon that would work for every single one of these dorkinesses. Ha. Oh, well; we'll just go with Fred. Surely this is in some measure entertaining.

...Hopefully?

"Oftast finnst mér lífið létt, löngum gleymist varinn..."

To-day's Thing Which You Really Didn't Want to Know Out of Context:

Patrice looks good in a skirt. But yellow is so not his colour, gah.

*hums*

Brothers Karamazov, squee. I still like Dmitri, but I do like Alyosha quite a bit. And nngg, was going to femmeslash Katarina Ivanovna and Grushenka. Except. Not. I was also going to stop treadmilling during the summer because it is revoltingly hot, but too much booklove, so will take it back up again.

O_O My sister is coming to-morrow! Nobody told me until this morning! It's my job to clean her room and make it prettiful for her, which I will certainly do, as soon as Waen gets up and moves out. Her alarm has been going off since eight o'clock this morning.

The song has actually changed by now on Vikivaki, and the woman singing sounds like Jenny. *pines for Jenny* I want to go back to Landmannalauger and Landmannahellir, gahhh. I sent her postcards on our trip, to her and to Siggi also, but--mmph.

It's so nice in Iceland in the summer...! *blames this all on metaphora, for mentioning Iceland and causing me to get out Vikivaki again*

"I've Overcome the Blow--Learned to Take it Well..."

Reply to this post. In this reply, ask me any number of questions. Any number, as awkward or embarrassing as you like, absolutely anything at all. I promise to answer every question in complete honesty. Anything you want to know about me, and all you have to do is ask it today (okay, maybe not just today). If you're not feeling like posting this in your own LJ, that's fine, you don't have to.*

*Because that's very considerate of Fish.

I always answer questions, anyway. I am one of those wretched people who likes to tell things.

In other news, does anyone remember Kate? I need to send Kate the cheese I bought her in Wisconsin. I wonder what she will say. *flaps pathetically* Gahhhhh, Kaaate.

"Christmas Cards You Sent to Me..."

*bounces ecstatically* Ohhh, I have so kicked my green beans up a notch! BAM! <3333

Chile powder is so good.

When I was small, I found out that my cousin Vihljalmur enjoyed standing in the garden and eating snow peas freshly picked. I used to think he was quite entirely mad, and decided that spending half his time in a country where they only had sunlight half the year was providing his brain with insufficient solar energy and thus preventing it from developing quickly. Well, no more. They are wonderful that way.

...Says the girl who went outside and picked snowpeas and onions because she is making dinner to-night, joy of joys, and 'tis stir-fry.

Some of the photographs are back, but not all.

Our blueberries are almost ready to begin to be picked! Eeeee!

*points at subject line* Incidentally, have now figure out that that is how that line goes. For-ever I've thought it was 'credit cards you sent to me'; but that made--very little sense, you see. ^_^

"We Sure Had a Good Time When we Started Way Back When..."

Perhaps I am just not meant to be beautiful. Well. I think perhaps it's all right, but I will complain from time to time. I shall find something else to hope for, and perhaps I shall find something to be good at, really good at, and then I will not have to be afraid that there won't be anything to make people IRL want to know me.

Whatever the case, I do at least have this: I can make a damn good sukiyaki stir-fry, even if I change the entire recipe. <3

I have been rereading With Rosemary and Sage, and Oranges. The majority of the thing is astonishingly terrible, and it quite pains me; but every now and then there are spots that are really rather good. I'm not sure how I managed it. Something about the strange lucidity that comes from writing at four o'clock in the morning; because I could do that back then.

Our photographs have come. I think I shall post one with every post I post. ^_^ It will amuse me, and be fun. Then!

Here is Lake Michigan.