Warning: Meme
I’m reciprocating here. For those of you who don’t like reading these, see you later. For those of you who don’t like writing these, don’t worry ‘cause I’m not asking. I was actually writing a post like this before someone encouraged me to try, so I will assuage my conscience that way.
Five weird things about me:
1. I hate most artificial, chemical perfumes and scents, but I love sniffing dishwasher powder. Not to excess, just a whiff. Hits my brain in a special place, I guess.
2. When I was a child, my friend and I pretended to be giants. We’d kidnap the princess and lure in heroes, then kill them and make hero pudding.
3. When someone I care for has died, the first thing I want to do for comfort is go sit bareback on a familiar horse, after first breathing in its nostrils, and being breathed on in return.
4. I prefer drinking soda through a straw (other liquids don’t require this middleman), and will go so far as to carry straws around with me so I don’t get caught without one.
5. I write stories about elves who are based on rock stars, characters originally invented for a D&D game. The stories are completely unpublishable, and only of possible interest to about 6-7 people.
If I’m overlooking something particularly weird, those of you who know me well are welcome to remind me.
Five weird things about me:
1. I hate most artificial, chemical perfumes and scents, but I love sniffing dishwasher powder. Not to excess, just a whiff. Hits my brain in a special place, I guess.
2. When I was a child, my friend and I pretended to be giants. We’d kidnap the princess and lure in heroes, then kill them and make hero pudding.
3. When someone I care for has died, the first thing I want to do for comfort is go sit bareback on a familiar horse, after first breathing in its nostrils, and being breathed on in return.
4. I prefer drinking soda through a straw (other liquids don’t require this middleman), and will go so far as to carry straws around with me so I don’t get caught without one.
5. I write stories about elves who are based on rock stars, characters originally invented for a D&D game. The stories are completely unpublishable, and only of possible interest to about 6-7 people.
If I’m overlooking something particularly weird, those of you who know me well are welcome to remind me.