I fail at lj. I am well aware of my suckitude. Please don't remind me.
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.
Meme pinched from ceitfianna, as usual, who gave me these 5 things to write about. (I'm making a slight change to the meme, making it a bit more circuitous by adding that if you want to give me words as well as, or instead of, getting them I'll be happy to do more too!)
Doctor Who
Ah yes, Doctor Who. It's one of my favourite tv shows. Sadly the fandom is slightly further down in my list of fantasticness. I love the people who I know in the fandom, especially all the old bods who've been so lovely and helped me to get on so much in a fandom that it didn't occur to me to check for until after the new series started, even though I'd watched re-runs of the old series' as a kid, but I know that out there there's a LOT of batshit insane people, a lot of fanwank and a lot of rivalry and shipwars. I couldn't imagine not being in the fandom, but I'm so glad I've manged to avoid most, if not all, of the drama by staying well back from the sidelines.
Wales
Is where I live, and where I love to live. I was definitely not born here, and although I claim half-Welshness because my dad was born in Swansea and brought up there until he went off to school, I'm very much not a native. I wish I was. I utterly adore it here in Cardiff, and if anyone on my flist is EVER in town, just give me a shout and I'll be happy to show you the sights, I love showing off my city. Wales is an amazing place to live and I love it with every little bit of me, even the bits that miss Macclesfield and Bridport, and even though it rains eight days out of every ten. (The other two days are mostly overcast by the way.)
Discworld
Mmmmmm. I adore the Discworld, I would, in fact, choose to live there if I could, even forsaking Cardiff. *gasp* Yes, I know, sacriledge, but I love the stories that go on there, the implication that even though we mostly only follow the main characters in a story all the others have a wealth of things that they could tell you about, if only they had the time. Everyone in those books is a fully fleshed-out person, whether they're on the page for one line or three books, and that's why I love Terry's writing so much. It is like having another world to go to, like being transported, the characters LIVE in front of you and flicker behind your eyes and I just can't tell you how much I really and truly love these books. The fandom, such as it is, is miniscule but brilliant, and there are very few bad fic-writers in Discworld fandom (except in the Pit of Voles, but that's the exception for every fandom really) and I'm really pleased to be a tiny part of it.
Teaboy
A nickname for Ianto Jones, and a nickname for me. This all started two years ago for halloween, when a bunch of us dressed up as Torchwood, but honestly I think it's less to do with that, and more just because galacticconman is a hugely persuasive influence in my life and has managed to introduce me to more-or-less everyone famous we've ever met as "and this is my teaboy". It doesn't exactly help the image that she is basically Owen and enjoys pushing me around and I'm a fully paid-up member of the Sub Club (at least according to the Jokerists) and spend my whole life doing what other people tell me to do anyway, and so I'm used to it. I blame Emma. It's just easier.
Writing
Something that I love to try and do, and I enjoy it when I can, but I have the attention span of a kitten with a ball of string, and less determination than a stunned starfish, so I mostly start something with great gusto and then trail off to nothing, leaving a half-finished drabble behind. These days I collect prompts like stamps, picking them up, looking at them and putting them back again as I choose. Every so often I do finish a thing, usually because the person I'm writing it for pokes me hard enough to make me kick my brain into writing the rest, or because I've signed up for a ficathon, and I bloody HAVE to get the words down or I'll be thrown bodily from the internet. As you may well gather from this, I work best under pressure, which is why I can sit staring at two sentences on a page in a cafe for three hours and not be able to write one more word, and also be able to churn out five pages of A4 in a half-hour English exam. I should probably sign up to more things with deadlines. It might help me get better at pushing myself to do things.
...And that's is all. No cut, it's not that long. A Bientot! x
Meme pinched from ceitfianna, as usual, who gave me these 5 things to write about. (I'm making a slight change to the meme, making it a bit more circuitous by adding that if you want to give me words as well as, or instead of, getting them I'll be happy to do more too!)
Doctor Who
Ah yes, Doctor Who. It's one of my favourite tv shows. Sadly the fandom is slightly further down in my list of fantasticness. I love the people who I know in the fandom, especially all the old bods who've been so lovely and helped me to get on so much in a fandom that it didn't occur to me to check for until after the new series started, even though I'd watched re-runs of the old series' as a kid, but I know that out there there's a LOT of batshit insane people, a lot of fanwank and a lot of rivalry and shipwars. I couldn't imagine not being in the fandom, but I'm so glad I've manged to avoid most, if not all, of the drama by staying well back from the sidelines.
Wales
Is where I live, and where I love to live. I was definitely not born here, and although I claim half-Welshness because my dad was born in Swansea and brought up there until he went off to school, I'm very much not a native. I wish I was. I utterly adore it here in Cardiff, and if anyone on my flist is EVER in town, just give me a shout and I'll be happy to show you the sights, I love showing off my city. Wales is an amazing place to live and I love it with every little bit of me, even the bits that miss Macclesfield and Bridport, and even though it rains eight days out of every ten. (The other two days are mostly overcast by the way.)
Discworld
Mmmmmm. I adore the Discworld, I would, in fact, choose to live there if I could, even forsaking Cardiff. *gasp* Yes, I know, sacriledge, but I love the stories that go on there, the implication that even though we mostly only follow the main characters in a story all the others have a wealth of things that they could tell you about, if only they had the time. Everyone in those books is a fully fleshed-out person, whether they're on the page for one line or three books, and that's why I love Terry's writing so much. It is like having another world to go to, like being transported, the characters LIVE in front of you and flicker behind your eyes and I just can't tell you how much I really and truly love these books. The fandom, such as it is, is miniscule but brilliant, and there are very few bad fic-writers in Discworld fandom (except in the Pit of Voles, but that's the exception for every fandom really) and I'm really pleased to be a tiny part of it.
Teaboy
A nickname for Ianto Jones, and a nickname for me. This all started two years ago for halloween, when a bunch of us dressed up as Torchwood, but honestly I think it's less to do with that, and more just because galacticconman is a hugely persuasive influence in my life and has managed to introduce me to more-or-less everyone famous we've ever met as "and this is my teaboy". It doesn't exactly help the image that she is basically Owen and enjoys pushing me around and I'm a fully paid-up member of the Sub Club (at least according to the Jokerists) and spend my whole life doing what other people tell me to do anyway, and so I'm used to it. I blame Emma. It's just easier.
Writing
Something that I love to try and do, and I enjoy it when I can, but I have the attention span of a kitten with a ball of string, and less determination than a stunned starfish, so I mostly start something with great gusto and then trail off to nothing, leaving a half-finished drabble behind. These days I collect prompts like stamps, picking them up, looking at them and putting them back again as I choose. Every so often I do finish a thing, usually because the person I'm writing it for pokes me hard enough to make me kick my brain into writing the rest, or because I've signed up for a ficathon, and I bloody HAVE to get the words down or I'll be thrown bodily from the internet. As you may well gather from this, I work best under pressure, which is why I can sit staring at two sentences on a page in a cafe for three hours and not be able to write one more word, and also be able to churn out five pages of A4 in a half-hour English exam. I should probably sign up to more things with deadlines. It might help me get better at pushing myself to do things.
...And that's is all. No cut, it's not that long. A Bientot! x