Meme question #2: for linaelyn
Linaelyn asked why I named myself teenybuffalo. Mostly, it was because of this song. I started posting in my LJ in September of 2006, when I had this song stuck in my head. My Very First Post Ever:
(To be sung with a lisp, making galloping gestures with hands:)
Big Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
Big Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
Far Far Away, hee hee hee!
Far Far Away, hee hee hee!
Big Buffalo comes from th' mountain, far far away.
(High-pitched voice, making little galloping gestures with fingers of one hand:)
Teeny Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
Teeny Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
Far Far Away, hee hee hee!
Far Far Away, hee hee hee!
Teeny Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
(Change to a key as deep as you can sing. Do the "hee"s really deep, like Jabba the Hutt.)
Humongous Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
Humongous Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
Far Far Away, hee hee hee!
Far Far Away, hee hee hee!
Humongous Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
...I really should learn to make voice posts so you all can hear how this sounds live. The tune is sort of like "The old gray mare", only different.
Also, I guess, I chose "teenybuffalo" because most people in fandom give themselves such tremendous, important names. Royalty. Trendy animals. Pagan gods. Lady Moonray. Lady Starfyre. Lady Sunfruitflowervineleaf. Raven Queen Freya. Princess Dolphin. The Unicorn Maiden. Countess Solaris Estrella Snowdrop Swan of Faerie, in extreme cases. This just cracks me up, not least because I would totally have done the same thing when I was thirteen.
Buffalo (buffalos?) are good to be around. They're sensible, they're straightforward, and no one has ever tried to put them on mystical pseudo-Celtic T-shirts or given courses in speaking the Language of the Buffalo. The only mystical woo-woo that I've ever seen attached to a buffalo was when a white buffalo calf was born on a reservation out West, and there was some American Indian tribe with a prophecy that a white buffalo was a sign of the end of the world. The world hasn't ended yet, however, and I hope that the white buffalo is living a quiet, happy life, tended by the Shoshone elders or whoever own it.
Also, I identify with buffalos. I didn't really think about this when I chose the name, but it's dawned on me lately. They're vegetarians, they seem good-natured and fun to be around, and the one in my icon is even cute and cuddly. But at the same time, they're strong creatures with big powerful bodies and a sense of a huge suppressed energy. If they ever took it into their heads to go out for a gallop, no owner could hold them. As with all zoo animals (tigers and big cats, especially), I secretly want to see them smack a bitch and thunder off into the sunset. There is a buffalo farm on the road out of town, and every time I drive by it I admire the animals. They're big, and they enjoy being together, and you have the uneasy feeling that you had better not cross them.
purplegryphon made me the icon. It's going to be my default icon forever and ever and I love, wuv, and adore it.
(To be sung with a lisp, making galloping gestures with hands:)
Big Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
Big Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
Far Far Away, hee hee hee!
Far Far Away, hee hee hee!
Big Buffalo comes from th' mountain, far far away.
(High-pitched voice, making little galloping gestures with fingers of one hand:)
Teeny Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
Teeny Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
Far Far Away, hee hee hee!
Far Far Away, hee hee hee!
Teeny Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
(Change to a key as deep as you can sing. Do the "hee"s really deep, like Jabba the Hutt.)
Humongous Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
Humongous Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
Far Far Away, hee hee hee!
Far Far Away, hee hee hee!
Humongous Buffalo comes from the mountain, far far away.
...I really should learn to make voice posts so you all can hear how this sounds live. The tune is sort of like "The old gray mare", only different.
Also, I guess, I chose "teenybuffalo" because most people in fandom give themselves such tremendous, important names. Royalty. Trendy animals. Pagan gods. Lady Moonray. Lady Starfyre. Lady Sunfruitflowervineleaf. Raven Queen Freya. Princess Dolphin. The Unicorn Maiden. Countess Solaris Estrella Snowdrop Swan of Faerie, in extreme cases. This just cracks me up, not least because I would totally have done the same thing when I was thirteen.
Buffalo (buffalos?) are good to be around. They're sensible, they're straightforward, and no one has ever tried to put them on mystical pseudo-Celtic T-shirts or given courses in speaking the Language of the Buffalo. The only mystical woo-woo that I've ever seen attached to a buffalo was when a white buffalo calf was born on a reservation out West, and there was some American Indian tribe with a prophecy that a white buffalo was a sign of the end of the world. The world hasn't ended yet, however, and I hope that the white buffalo is living a quiet, happy life, tended by the Shoshone elders or whoever own it.
Also, I identify with buffalos. I didn't really think about this when I chose the name, but it's dawned on me lately. They're vegetarians, they seem good-natured and fun to be around, and the one in my icon is even cute and cuddly. But at the same time, they're strong creatures with big powerful bodies and a sense of a huge suppressed energy. If they ever took it into their heads to go out for a gallop, no owner could hold them. As with all zoo animals (tigers and big cats, especially), I secretly want to see them smack a bitch and thunder off into the sunset. There is a buffalo farm on the road out of town, and every time I drive by it I admire the animals. They're big, and they enjoy being together, and you have the uneasy feeling that you had better not cross them.
purplegryphon made me the icon. It's going to be my default icon forever and ever and I love, wuv, and adore it.