Time for a meme
Meme time.
Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.
From bensanaz
Metal: All my local friends listen to friggin' moist music. Which means when I attend the increasingly rare metal gig that swings by The City, I usually stand alone. There are two defenses for a tiny Asian man caught in the human maelstrom of a standing room only metal crowd. When the squeeze begins, pose like Jeeg. Putting your fists together with your elbows flared out to the side will prevent dudes from smashing your flanks and provides enough space for you to raise your arms for the Standard Rock Concert Movement #1 one-armed fist pump. If you are shoved from behind, putting your two forearms in a Big O blocking pose against the back of the dude in front of you will stabilize you. Thus I combine my love of heavy metal with my love of super robots.
Old-school: It's not much of a secret that I prefer the mass media of an earlier day almost universally through all my interests. Modern video games, anime, tokusatsu, music, movies and TV just don't excite me much unless they're extraordinarily competent and/or manage to evoke the soul of an earlier production era, generally the 80s or 70s for me. And I have a general respect for anybody in any trade who still produces what they know to be good through antiquated yet proven technique that is distinctly unique from what cheaper more efficient modern processes can output. They're getting rarer by the day and the few that are left are just that more die-hard.
Lurk: My default teen social mode in unknown environments was to listen and observe before speaking. So when I joined the C-ko's IRC channel back in the days when it was the hub for SVAM, I lurked a great deal in order to sort out the weirdness and sometimes the drama of the server. I apparently gained a slight reputation for it though arjei was always the former and future king. These days, I am more talkative among who now I consider to be close friends, and I tend to leave the client on when I'm not around out of habit more than a need to actually lurk.
Offender (CoH sense): I didn't play much D&D type games or any other MMORPGs before City of Heroes, so I had no preconceived notion of the standard so-called trinity of tank/healer/DPS. Before I even knew what the term offender meant, my first and longtime main CoX toon was a rad/rad defender that I naturally learned to use in all three of those roles and more. It seemed counterintuitive to not use my secondary powerset just because my primary powerset was support oriented and indeed with Radiation Emission, my primary had options for offensive support as well as defensive. Options that I realized most rad defenders at the time skipped misguidedly. I played on Champion for 39 levels with pickup groups that either appreciated my contributions, didn't want what I had to offer or tried to shoehorn me into one role. I sat on the wayside during issue 3 and 4 when tanks ran roughshod over the game with their invincible herding antics and when the GDN hit, I found my niche. Unused to being vulnerable, melee ATs started dying when they tried to take more than their share of the glory. And I was there to nuke their corpse, scream for vengeance and then prop their irradiated bodies up for another round. In 2006, I found out that there was a small group of folks on Freedom server who basically came to the same conclusions that I did regarding defenders and moreso. I joined them, realized the true potential of stacking buffs and that even defender sets that had team only buffs could become potent offensive juggernauts if teams added them in pairs that shared their buffs with each other. I took one look at their themed SG for rad defenders and realized I had been playing as an offender all along.
Asian: My pidgin Cantonese is not as bad as some pot bellied pig domesticized Chinese Americans but I wish I had better mastery of the language as it is sometimes an unfortunate barrier between me and my folks. I did inherit some salient features of my Asian heritage though. My adventuresome palate knows few bounds. I was raised to appreciate textures and flavors that are incomprehensibly foreign to some people though I was pleased to find out that if I had the resources to do so, I'd be able to eat my way around the world without fear because it turns out nearly every culture seems to appreciate those same squiggly bits of animal and vegetable matter in slightly different but equally appetizing ways. I can play a fairly mean game of HK style mahjong despite the utter lack of an urge to gamble. I grew up watching Cantonese dubbed Japanese anime and HK cinema and those fostered interests that still persist in me today. I inherited some of my interest in Asian history from my father, though the aforementioned language barrier kept me from ever knowing that he was versed in the subject until many years down the line.
Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.
From bensanaz
Metal: All my local friends listen to friggin' moist music. Which means when I attend the increasingly rare metal gig that swings by The City, I usually stand alone. There are two defenses for a tiny Asian man caught in the human maelstrom of a standing room only metal crowd. When the squeeze begins, pose like Jeeg. Putting your fists together with your elbows flared out to the side will prevent dudes from smashing your flanks and provides enough space for you to raise your arms for the Standard Rock Concert Movement #1 one-armed fist pump. If you are shoved from behind, putting your two forearms in a Big O blocking pose against the back of the dude in front of you will stabilize you. Thus I combine my love of heavy metal with my love of super robots.
Old-school: It's not much of a secret that I prefer the mass media of an earlier day almost universally through all my interests. Modern video games, anime, tokusatsu, music, movies and TV just don't excite me much unless they're extraordinarily competent and/or manage to evoke the soul of an earlier production era, generally the 80s or 70s for me. And I have a general respect for anybody in any trade who still produces what they know to be good through antiquated yet proven technique that is distinctly unique from what cheaper more efficient modern processes can output. They're getting rarer by the day and the few that are left are just that more die-hard.
Lurk: My default teen social mode in unknown environments was to listen and observe before speaking. So when I joined the C-ko's IRC channel back in the days when it was the hub for SVAM, I lurked a great deal in order to sort out the weirdness and sometimes the drama of the server. I apparently gained a slight reputation for it though arjei was always the former and future king. These days, I am more talkative among who now I consider to be close friends, and I tend to leave the client on when I'm not around out of habit more than a need to actually lurk.
Offender (CoH sense): I didn't play much D&D type games or any other MMORPGs before City of Heroes, so I had no preconceived notion of the standard so-called trinity of tank/healer/DPS. Before I even knew what the term offender meant, my first and longtime main CoX toon was a rad/rad defender that I naturally learned to use in all three of those roles and more. It seemed counterintuitive to not use my secondary powerset just because my primary powerset was support oriented and indeed with Radiation Emission, my primary had options for offensive support as well as defensive. Options that I realized most rad defenders at the time skipped misguidedly. I played on Champion for 39 levels with pickup groups that either appreciated my contributions, didn't want what I had to offer or tried to shoehorn me into one role. I sat on the wayside during issue 3 and 4 when tanks ran roughshod over the game with their invincible herding antics and when the GDN hit, I found my niche. Unused to being vulnerable, melee ATs started dying when they tried to take more than their share of the glory. And I was there to nuke their corpse, scream for vengeance and then prop their irradiated bodies up for another round. In 2006, I found out that there was a small group of folks on Freedom server who basically came to the same conclusions that I did regarding defenders and moreso. I joined them, realized the true potential of stacking buffs and that even defender sets that had team only buffs could become potent offensive juggernauts if teams added them in pairs that shared their buffs with each other. I took one look at their themed SG for rad defenders and realized I had been playing as an offender all along.
Asian: My pidgin Cantonese is not as bad as some pot bellied pig domesticized Chinese Americans but I wish I had better mastery of the language as it is sometimes an unfortunate barrier between me and my folks. I did inherit some salient features of my Asian heritage though. My adventuresome palate knows few bounds. I was raised to appreciate textures and flavors that are incomprehensibly foreign to some people though I was pleased to find out that if I had the resources to do so, I'd be able to eat my way around the world without fear because it turns out nearly every culture seems to appreciate those same squiggly bits of animal and vegetable matter in slightly different but equally appetizing ways. I can play a fairly mean game of HK style mahjong despite the utter lack of an urge to gamble. I grew up watching Cantonese dubbed Japanese anime and HK cinema and those fostered interests that still persist in me today. I inherited some of my interest in Asian history from my father, though the aforementioned language barrier kept me from ever knowing that he was versed in the subject until many years down the line.