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Feb. 26th, 2009 08:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeNo exercises today; exercises were postponed in favor of reading over my Russian text and trying to absorb twenty different rules for adjectives.
1. Где чёрные ботинки?
2. У меня есть зелёная футболка.
3. Где старые очки?
4. Это хорошее пальто.
5. У вас есть большой словарь?
6. Это синяя машина.
7. Вот маленькие часы.
8. Тут большое окно.
9. У тебя есть синяя ручка?
10. Вот голубая шапка.
OOgh. I'm going to leave it at that and see if I got that right, first. In the meantime, have the word-association meme. Three people's words that they associate with me; comment and I will give you five words that I associate with you, and then you have to explicate them. Or something.
Nic
Wraith
Oh, the Wraith. Further proof that this is why I can't have nice things. As a species, the Wraith were pretty interesting. They're the space vampires on Stargate: Atlantis. I was all in favor of the humans kicking Wraith ass until they started performing really anti-Geneva Convention experiments on the Wraith. Um, they're supposed to be the monsters, guys? Then I started rooting for a cool two individual Wraiths. Michael. And Todd.
Sorcerers
... ahahahahahaha. Um. Hmm. *files this under the next one*
Mystery Novels
I like writing 'em. I like reading 'em. I'd like getting mine published even more, but, all in good time. If I'm not working on one mystery novel I'm working on another. Writing or reading. Pulp is the one I can't get enough of, but I can curl up with a nice cozy, too.
Courtesans
I'm going to blame this one on courtesan school. Courtesans... among other things, yes, including the sex, were women who carved out a place for themselves in society when they didn't fit the narrow roles assigned to them. They were their own woman, the best that they could be, to the best of their ability at the time. I find that inspiring.
RP-Crack
In RP, as in writing, I am willing to do just about anything if it can be reasoned out in such a way as to be in character with all involved. This occasionally leads to massive rationalizations and massive, massive crack.
Analise
Sam
Sam is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oldestbeloved, my oldest and dearest loved (heh, username) RP character. He's a living archetype, not in the sense of being a born-embodiment but in the sense of being a manifestation of an archetype, and he's been my constant companion for several years now. Also the source of some of what I think is my best writing.
cats
I have two. And I have an affinity for cats; I've been cat-affiliated since I was about thirteen, I've grown up with cats. Always lived with them. Interestingly, I'm actually allergic to cats. If I'm around too many strange cats with strange cat dander I get sneezy and red-eyed and so on. It's only a mild histamine reaction, though. Heh. When I was a kid I used to go over to a friend's house in summers, and they had five or six cats. And half of them would come over and sit on me, one would sit on top of my head. Lots of sneezing. I didn't mind.
the word sorcerer
The Sorcerer is the archetype to which Sam *points up* adheres. It's both an old and new archetype, the archetype of the intelligent, manipulative, destructive person, the archetype in its own way of the Fallen From Grace. The archetype is part of a set of archetypes I call the Arcana, and apparently it's sort of... memetic? Contagious. Something. Because now, as you can see by the fact that two people have given that word, people think of Sorcerers in that sense as well. I'm not sure what to think about that.
amazing writing
... I, er. Thank you?
I write a lot. I don't know how good I am at it, being as, well, it's my writing. Anyone who writes at all and possibly even people who don't know that we are our own worst critics at writing. It's a lonely, demented process. Being associated with amazing writing is incredibly flattering. So, thank you. :)
an awesome hat
AHAHAHAHAHHATHEHAT. Oh god. Okay, so, the last time I was in DC I went out withanalise and hung out for an evening. We then learned that there was going to be a clubbing event going on the last night I was in town, and she was invited, and I was invited to tag along. Earlier that day there was to be a Celtic festival, so we determined we would go to the festival, then I would drag her out to go clothes shopping because she had no clubbing clothes. We'd splurge, it would be a well-deserved holiday. And we did. We were at Hot Topic looking for things to finish out my wardrobe and hers, and we found a hat. It was pinstripe, which went with my idea of being all in pinstripes and kind of goth gangster (not gangsta). And it was, in fact, pretty awesome. Later that night that hat got passed around the club so many times, it was hilarious. It was like the scepter of cool, only it was the hat. Afterwards her friend Jeff seemed the most enamored of the hat, so I gave it to him.
And that is the story of the hat.
Kikibug
Plot bunnies
Plot bunnies. We have them. We get them so much, just by talking, going 'what if' and then running with that. One of the coolest RP plots we did with the Wizard Royalty verse and a few characters therein sprung out of random prompts and plot bunnies therein and thereof. We breed them. We have our own plot-bunny farm. Yes.
Boxes that hold muses!
This actually goes back pretty far, to when I was first writingoldestbeloved. Sometimes he'd get rambunctious or overly chatty and I wouldn't be able to shut him up, or, worse, overly emotional. So I developed a sort of a mental box I'd put him in. A big steel box two feet thick or something like that. The bigger and stronger, the better. Nowadays my strongboxes are more comfortable, mostly because the muses are better behaved. But it's a good mental exercise for me to organize my headspace.
Dedication
Ahhh... hmm. Dedication? I tend to think of myself as more stubborn and bitchy, or just persistant, but dedication could apply? I'm not sure what in particular this refers to, but. I am persistant. And stubborn. I will try something three or four times and still, even if I don't succeed, not give up on it as a good idea. I don't give up on people very much either, not really. I may ... well, see that further down.
Questions
Questions, questions, too many questions. I'm a big believer in learning. I try to make my questions timely and appropriate and hold them back, but I'm a very big believer in learning, and how will you learn if you don't ask? And, then, too, if this refers to the CS questions, I'm also apparently a believer in making people think by asking them questions they have to then come up with answers to. I think this method is usually referred to as Socratic, but I could be wrong.
Deciding how much is enough
Among the other things life's taught me is that sometimes you just have to step back and say, enough is enough. I'm never sure where that point is but I've learned to recognize it when it sneaks up on me and hits me upside the head with a handbag with a brick in it. I don't give up on people easily, but there are times when I will decide, enough is enough. I cannot keep doing this, banging my head against a wall, trying to force communication when they would prefer not to talk to me, trying to help when they don't want to be helped. Apart from people, I'm decent at learning when enough is enough for me in terms of food, rest, some kinds of activities. Sometimes I'm better or worse with some things I really like, like... eh, Chinese food. Minor vices, I should think. Mostly, I'm a big believer in moderation, and in paying enough attention to myself and my surroundings to know when moderation turns to excess.
Of course, if any of those aren't what people had in mind, feel free to explain! Oogh. Now I get dressed and head to work. Stupid adjectives. Stupid suffixes.
1. Где чёрные ботинки?
2. У меня есть зелёная футболка.
3. Где старые очки?
4. Это хорошее пальто.
5. У вас есть большой словарь?
6. Это синяя машина.
7. Вот маленькие часы.
8. Тут большое окно.
9. У тебя есть синяя ручка?
10. Вот голубая шапка.
OOgh. I'm going to leave it at that and see if I got that right, first. In the meantime, have the word-association meme. Three people's words that they associate with me; comment and I will give you five words that I associate with you, and then you have to explicate them. Or something.
Nic
Wraith
Oh, the Wraith. Further proof that this is why I can't have nice things. As a species, the Wraith were pretty interesting. They're the space vampires on Stargate: Atlantis. I was all in favor of the humans kicking Wraith ass until they started performing really anti-Geneva Convention experiments on the Wraith. Um, they're supposed to be the monsters, guys? Then I started rooting for a cool two individual Wraiths. Michael. And Todd.
Sorcerers
... ahahahahahaha. Um. Hmm. *files this under the next one*
Mystery Novels
I like writing 'em. I like reading 'em. I'd like getting mine published even more, but, all in good time. If I'm not working on one mystery novel I'm working on another. Writing or reading. Pulp is the one I can't get enough of, but I can curl up with a nice cozy, too.
Courtesans
I'm going to blame this one on courtesan school. Courtesans... among other things, yes, including the sex, were women who carved out a place for themselves in society when they didn't fit the narrow roles assigned to them. They were their own woman, the best that they could be, to the best of their ability at the time. I find that inspiring.
RP-Crack
In RP, as in writing, I am willing to do just about anything if it can be reasoned out in such a way as to be in character with all involved. This occasionally leads to massive rationalizations and massive, massive crack.
Analise
Sam
Sam is
oldestbeloved, my oldest and dearest loved (heh, username) RP character. He's a living archetype, not in the sense of being a born-embodiment but in the sense of being a manifestation of an archetype, and he's been my constant companion for several years now. Also the source of some of what I think is my best writing.cats
I have two. And I have an affinity for cats; I've been cat-affiliated since I was about thirteen, I've grown up with cats. Always lived with them. Interestingly, I'm actually allergic to cats. If I'm around too many strange cats with strange cat dander I get sneezy and red-eyed and so on. It's only a mild histamine reaction, though. Heh. When I was a kid I used to go over to a friend's house in summers, and they had five or six cats. And half of them would come over and sit on me, one would sit on top of my head. Lots of sneezing. I didn't mind.
the word sorcerer
The Sorcerer is the archetype to which Sam *points up* adheres. It's both an old and new archetype, the archetype of the intelligent, manipulative, destructive person, the archetype in its own way of the Fallen From Grace. The archetype is part of a set of archetypes I call the Arcana, and apparently it's sort of... memetic? Contagious. Something. Because now, as you can see by the fact that two people have given that word, people think of Sorcerers in that sense as well. I'm not sure what to think about that.
amazing writing
... I, er. Thank you?
I write a lot. I don't know how good I am at it, being as, well, it's my writing. Anyone who writes at all and possibly even people who don't know that we are our own worst critics at writing. It's a lonely, demented process. Being associated with amazing writing is incredibly flattering. So, thank you. :)
an awesome hat
AHAHAHAHAHHATHEHAT. Oh god. Okay, so, the last time I was in DC I went out with
analise and hung out for an evening. We then learned that there was going to be a clubbing event going on the last night I was in town, and she was invited, and I was invited to tag along. Earlier that day there was to be a Celtic festival, so we determined we would go to the festival, then I would drag her out to go clothes shopping because she had no clubbing clothes. We'd splurge, it would be a well-deserved holiday. And we did. We were at Hot Topic looking for things to finish out my wardrobe and hers, and we found a hat. It was pinstripe, which went with my idea of being all in pinstripes and kind of goth gangster (not gangsta). And it was, in fact, pretty awesome. Later that night that hat got passed around the club so many times, it was hilarious. It was like the scepter of cool, only it was the hat. Afterwards her friend Jeff seemed the most enamored of the hat, so I gave it to him.And that is the story of the hat.
Kikibug
Plot bunnies
Plot bunnies. We have them. We get them so much, just by talking, going 'what if' and then running with that. One of the coolest RP plots we did with the Wizard Royalty verse and a few characters therein sprung out of random prompts and plot bunnies therein and thereof. We breed them. We have our own plot-bunny farm. Yes.
Boxes that hold muses!
This actually goes back pretty far, to when I was first writing
oldestbeloved. Sometimes he'd get rambunctious or overly chatty and I wouldn't be able to shut him up, or, worse, overly emotional. So I developed a sort of a mental box I'd put him in. A big steel box two feet thick or something like that. The bigger and stronger, the better. Nowadays my strongboxes are more comfortable, mostly because the muses are better behaved. But it's a good mental exercise for me to organize my headspace.Dedication
Ahhh... hmm. Dedication? I tend to think of myself as more stubborn and bitchy, or just persistant, but dedication could apply? I'm not sure what in particular this refers to, but. I am persistant. And stubborn. I will try something three or four times and still, even if I don't succeed, not give up on it as a good idea. I don't give up on people very much either, not really. I may ... well, see that further down.
Questions
Questions, questions, too many questions. I'm a big believer in learning. I try to make my questions timely and appropriate and hold them back, but I'm a very big believer in learning, and how will you learn if you don't ask? And, then, too, if this refers to the CS questions, I'm also apparently a believer in making people think by asking them questions they have to then come up with answers to. I think this method is usually referred to as Socratic, but I could be wrong.
Deciding how much is enough
Among the other things life's taught me is that sometimes you just have to step back and say, enough is enough. I'm never sure where that point is but I've learned to recognize it when it sneaks up on me and hits me upside the head with a handbag with a brick in it. I don't give up on people easily, but there are times when I will decide, enough is enough. I cannot keep doing this, banging my head against a wall, trying to force communication when they would prefer not to talk to me, trying to help when they don't want to be helped. Apart from people, I'm decent at learning when enough is enough for me in terms of food, rest, some kinds of activities. Sometimes I'm better or worse with some things I really like, like... eh, Chinese food. Minor vices, I should think. Mostly, I'm a big believer in moderation, and in paying enough attention to myself and my surroundings to know when moderation turns to excess.
Of course, if any of those aren't what people had in mind, feel free to explain! Oogh. Now I get dressed and head to work. Stupid adjectives. Stupid suffixes.