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psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2005-06-16 12:03 am
psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2005-06-16 12:03 am
"How I Fell In Love Last Friday Evening With a Girl I Saw on the Barroom TV Screen..."
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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.
2. Latin, Latin, Latin, which eats my soul. I've been studying for the last five years, and I loathe it, and I love it, and my but the angsty emo poetry I could write about our relationship. I abuse it shamelessly for fic; I have a nice icon (yaymhari!); and I get into arguments sometimes over the different pronunciations and the teaching materials and the passages chosen for translation et al.
3. I think my dresses and skirts count here, especially considering their motivation. I mentioned earlier to-day that I am antiquish. I occasionally wear shorts or trousers, but I'm happiest wearing dresses. I like them flowy, and long, and with beautiful colours--I have more dresses than any sane person would wear if that sane person lived in the twentieth century. On our trip, I had to wear shorts and trousers almost the entire time because flowy skirts are hard to walk in, and I didn't like it at all the entire time. The hems of dresses swish about one's ankles. There's a sort of freedom to them, too. I started wearing them in earnest last year when I started work, because some of my people think it very important that all girls wear skirts, but before that I often wore them casually. My rule used to be when I was working at the library, or when I wanted to feel pretty. Afterwards, I added workdays. Now I wear them most of the week. They're cool, they're comfortable, and even when I'm not pretty, they are. And they go so well with scarves, too. <3
4. Metaphors. The way Soujin describes things, particularly writing. I, for example, just commented on a ficlet of Nanni's in the following way:
It feels warm. And makes me think of apples and cloves and tiny brass boxes with cameo lids (have you ever seen those?). I think it would fit in a wicker cabinet with rose petals and rings.
It's entirely true. That is what it makes me think of. It's just--certainly not the most usual way to describe things. My Soujinisms, which is a better term than metaphor in any event, also show up in my stories. From these excerpts in my most recent one, for example:
When she steps away from the door, as it closes behind her, he slips forward on the shadow and catches her hands, twists them around.
~
Montparnasse twists her hands again, a little further. He's never liked the girls who pretend to love him, but he's always liked that they do it because they're afraid. He likes people to be afraid of him. He likes the smell it leaves in the air.
The girl smells of burned things, of smoke and bitterness; but not of fear.
~
She slides into the darkness differently from the way he does it, not silkily but in sharp angles, like a coin in a crack, like the blade of a knife in a lock. Montparnasse almost hears a click
Soujinisms are the way things feel, very ordinary words made into little half-abstracts. Made into pictures, and into feels. And Lord, but do they make me feel like the dorkiest dork who ever dorked when I look back at them a day later and realise that they're completely absurd, even if I do think them. Gah.
5. My celebrity crushes. Fred Astaire, Peter Lorre, Priscilla Lane, Edward Everett Horton, Donald O'Connor, Cary Grant, Ingrid Bergman (I like her despite the fact that Waen loathes her), Humphrey Bogart, Bing Crosby. I am madly in love with these people and go looking all over the place for their films and squeal like an idiot (or, alternately, a fangirl) when I find them. I wanted to be a tap-dancer like Fred Astaire when I was ikkle--I've seen dozens and dozens of his films, printed dozens of his pictures, have CDs of his music and knows how sing his songs with his inflections, and just generally fangirl, fangirl, fangirl. Peter Lorre I love equally well, a love helped and nurtured by the ever-wonderfulweaselwoman13. Someday I will find that film where he plays Rodion from Crime and Punishment. I will. And then I will die happy. I save his pictures all over my computer; I've done my pathetic best to see his films. I will happily defend him against anyone. Priscilla Lane I heart like whoa because she is gorgeous and between Arsenic and Old Lane and Saboteur I have fallen in love. Edward Everett Horton stole part of my heart back when I was ten. Top Hat, my friends. Gah. Donald O'Connor? Is Donald O'Connor. Singin' in the Rain makes me melt. Francis the Talking Mule just makes me sporfle.
Cary Grant is--Cary Grant. *fans self dramatically* Have endured many, many terrifying Hitchcocks for his sake. Ingrid Bergman, in films like Gaslight, is so--mm. Subtle and scary. We like. Humphrey Bogart and Bing Crosby probably seem marginally more reasonable: the former is only one of the most talented film actors ever and the latter won me by singing. And also by being deadpan and wonderful all through High Society.
And now that I feel good and on par with the worst Orlando Bloom or Johnny Depp fangirl, allow me to excuse myself and go to bed. Good-night!
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?
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.2. Latin, Latin, Latin, which eats my soul. I've been studying for the last five years, and I loathe it, and I love it, and my but the angsty emo poetry I could write about our relationship. I abuse it shamelessly for fic; I have a nice icon (yay
mhari!); and I get into arguments sometimes over the different pronunciations and the teaching materials and the passages chosen for translation et al.3. I think my dresses and skirts count here, especially considering their motivation. I mentioned earlier to-day that I am antiquish. I occasionally wear shorts or trousers, but I'm happiest wearing dresses. I like them flowy, and long, and with beautiful colours--I have more dresses than any sane person would wear if that sane person lived in the twentieth century. On our trip, I had to wear shorts and trousers almost the entire time because flowy skirts are hard to walk in, and I didn't like it at all the entire time. The hems of dresses swish about one's ankles. There's a sort of freedom to them, too. I started wearing them in earnest last year when I started work, because some of my people think it very important that all girls wear skirts, but before that I often wore them casually. My rule used to be when I was working at the library, or when I wanted to feel pretty. Afterwards, I added workdays. Now I wear them most of the week. They're cool, they're comfortable, and even when I'm not pretty, they are. And they go so well with scarves, too. <3
4. Metaphors. The way Soujin describes things, particularly writing. I, for example, just commented on a ficlet of Nanni's in the following way:
It feels warm. And makes me think of apples and cloves and tiny brass boxes with cameo lids (have you ever seen those?). I think it would fit in a wicker cabinet with rose petals and rings.
It's entirely true. That is what it makes me think of. It's just--certainly not the most usual way to describe things. My Soujinisms, which is a better term than metaphor in any event, also show up in my stories. From these excerpts in my most recent one, for example:
When she steps away from the door, as it closes behind her, he slips forward on the shadow and catches her hands, twists them around.
~
Montparnasse twists her hands again, a little further. He's never liked the girls who pretend to love him, but he's always liked that they do it because they're afraid. He likes people to be afraid of him. He likes the smell it leaves in the air.
The girl smells of burned things, of smoke and bitterness; but not of fear.
~
She slides into the darkness differently from the way he does it, not silkily but in sharp angles, like a coin in a crack, like the blade of a knife in a lock. Montparnasse almost hears a click
Soujinisms are the way things feel, very ordinary words made into little half-abstracts. Made into pictures, and into feels. And Lord, but do they make me feel like the dorkiest dork who ever dorked when I look back at them a day later and realise that they're completely absurd, even if I do think them. Gah.
5. My celebrity crushes. Fred Astaire, Peter Lorre, Priscilla Lane, Edward Everett Horton, Donald O'Connor, Cary Grant, Ingrid Bergman (I like her despite the fact that Waen loathes her), Humphrey Bogart, Bing Crosby. I am madly in love with these people and go looking all over the place for their films and squeal like an idiot (or, alternately, a fangirl) when I find them. I wanted to be a tap-dancer like Fred Astaire when I was ikkle--I've seen dozens and dozens of his films, printed dozens of his pictures, have CDs of his music and knows how sing his songs with his inflections, and just generally fangirl, fangirl, fangirl. Peter Lorre I love equally well, a love helped and nurtured by the ever-wonderful
weaselwoman13. Cary Grant is--Cary Grant. *fans self dramatically* Have endured many, many terrifying Hitchcocks for his sake. Ingrid Bergman, in films like Gaslight, is so--mm. Subtle and scary. We like. Humphrey Bogart and Bing Crosby probably seem marginally more reasonable: the former is only one of the most talented film actors ever and the latter won me by singing. And also by being deadpan and wonderful all through High Society.
And now that I feel good and on par with the worst Orlando Bloom or Johnny Depp fangirl, allow me to excuse myself and go to bed. Good-night!
But wait! I tag:
mharitiamatschildsnowyofthenightkaliscoo, 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?
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It's available for the outrageous price of $59.99 on Movies Unlimited...and much much more reasonable ones on eBay from time to time. I have it, but it's got copy protection, so you'd have to watch it all wonky if I made you a copy...
It's worth seeing! Okay, it's impossible to cram that book into a 90-minute film, so it's not really that faithful to the book. But Peter is just delicious as Raskolnikov.
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O_o Ninety minutes? No, I doubt it would be. ^_^ Not that that deters me in the slightest, however; particularly with the promise of Peter-Rodya.
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Those are certainly all LOVELY reasons to be dorks! I'd rather be that sort of dork than -- than any other sort, of course -- and also, than not be a dork at all. *doesn't make much sense, so gives a hug*
That's a hard meme... I'll have to think about it! Five reasons why I'm a dork. Hmm.
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Eee. Oh, dear, thank you. However, 'tis far better to dork than not: there I agree entirely. *do too, but hugs are lovely, so will not complain*
It is, rather! It took me two hours to finish. Oh, come now. Don't you think the way you can quote half The Brick qualifies in some small measure?
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When my mom was little, kids at school called her Francis the Talking Mule, because her name is Francine. That and Bucky Beaver, because of her teeth. Heh.
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>_> I don't like the kids at your mum's school.
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I don't think my mom was too horribly upset by it. What annoyed her was in high school when girls pretended to be friends with her so they could meet her older brother. :P (Also, her teeth really were awful. Not that that justifies the nickname, of course.)
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