Meme. Baa.

[stillane]

Because I was righteously tagged by ignipes earlier:

Take a look at your LJ friends list, then list up to ten things you want to say to ten different LJ friends... Do not state who these people are. Do not confirm nor deny any "comment speculation". Then tag five people.

1. You are consistently sweet and alarmingly cool. So cool, in fact, that it surprised me mightily that you are younger than me; it isn't quite fair that you've managed to become so very together so early. *g* You are also one of those people who I feel utterly comfortable showing my words to, which is rare. I never worry about being uncool to you, because you manage to make it seem okay.

2. You surprised me by wanting anything to do with me. This is not because you are anything resembling rude or distant, only because I started out with a vision of you as one of the popular kids, and I've never really been among those. I soon got over being intimidated, though, and the ride has been unmitigated fun ever since. (And I still think you trump sliced bread.)

3. You are possibly my favorite of all the people I've met out here. You were one of the very first people to be openly affectionate to a strange little online wanderer, just venturing out into the void, and the one I'll always think of as my first online friend. I'm a little in awe of the way your mind works, and a lot in envy of the way your words do.

4. You will know who you are. You always do, and maybe always have. I've always admired that, among other things. The fact that you also know me very, very well might have something to do with the almost-not-hyperbole of 'always'.

5. I wonder sometimes if you like me. We exchange words, yes, but there are times I feel more humored than wanted. I'd like to ask whether you're just being nice, but doubt I ever will. (This is because I like you.)

6. You showed up one day out of the blue, and have made everything better ever since. You prop me up and make me laugh, and you know all the best esoteric things. It's kind of like finding a kitten on your doorstep, except this kitten has sharp claws and a very quick mind. I want to be you, I think, when I grow up.

7. We don't really get to speak very often, and yet I feel remarkably close to you. When life goes to hell, you're the type of person I want holding my hand. You find out there's a rough patch, and you put yourself forth to help without reservation. That means more than I'll probably ever get up the nerve to tell you.

8. I've said some very dumb things in your presence, and yet you persist in liking me. I would like to hug you for that. Also, because you are creative in directions that I can't fathom.

9. You are one of the few people to actively bridge the gap between this space and living interaction for me. Having a friend to share the sacred way of the fangirl with has enriched my world beyond measure, and I miss getting to squee with you.

10. The first time you left a comment to one of my stories, I gaped. Then I spent months fretting every time I wrote things in your vicinity, simply because what you write blows me away. The fact that you continued to like them has kept me in warm, fuzzy thoughts. Like socks.


Extra special bonus edition:

I'm not sure you're still trying this whole experiment, but if you are: You get first dibs on me, and have since the moment I met you. I think you question too much sometimes who cares for you; you shouldn't ever worry about whether I do. You are the best thing I was ever smart enough to ask for. Don't make me whap you up alongside your little blonde head to remember it.

If you wish to be tagged, consider yourself thus. I'm too lazy to actually single anyone out. *g*

Comments

[20thcenturyvole.livejournal.com]

... And now I'm insane wondering who's who. Though of course the whole point is that no-one knows.

*wishes she wasn't such a noser*

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Mwahahahaha. I am evil.

Really, though, I worried that I was making several of them too obvious. I was aiming for most of the people in question to be able to guess which was about them, even if they couldn't get the others. Think I might have flubbed that, though. *shrug* Then again, if no one knows, everyone can pick the one they'd most prefer. *g*

(And I'm just as bad with the dead-cat curiosity. I always want to know, dang it.)

[enname.livejournal.com]

No idea, and I don't think it matters so very much. They are all such lovely comments that anybody passing by and reading them is bound to pick up some sort of happy glow. Kinda like radiation, but without the deadly melting of DNA affect.



With that pleasant image, back to the salt mines of history. :)

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Avoiding the deadly melting of DNA affect is top priority. Yessirybob. *nods*

Happy radiation. *headshake* You are not right in the head. I like that in a person.

Have fun in the salt mines. Do you have your handy dandy little parakeet with you, just in case? Apparently they're useful in missing out on death. (Ooo, and on a side track: there's a town not so far away that experienced a mining disaster a long while back. Somehow, a fire began in the mines themselves, and has been burning its steady way through the ground for fifty years or so. The place is virtually deserted these days, but when I was little we drove through it a few times. Very creepy zone, with its dead trees and empty houses. Of course, those were coal-type mines, but the principle stands.)

I could loan you a fish, for watch-fish purposes. Just to make sure you don't hit a pocket of bad history. Although, I'm pretty sure the official term is "bullshit". *g*

[enname.livejournal.com]

What, you trying to afflict us all with unhappy radiation? Should I invest in a gieger counter? *suspicious*

You know, many people have told me I am not right in the head. *g* They could quite possibly be right, but I just take it as a compliment and trundle along merrily.

I have a flamingo. *nods* Although come to think of it the mass/size ratio of a parakeet to the toxic fumes would probably work better. Perhaps I should invest in one of those too. Or a sparrow - easier to find.

*stares* Your cool rating just hit one zillion - you live near there?!? I have done whole physics assignments on that town! Good thing you can't see me, because I just sat up straight and bounced. Oh man, we get coal mining accidents and end up with two very boring guys stuck down a hole (no pun intended, I didn't want the imagery either) for weeks eating out of a straw. You get.... natural disater!

Does the fish come with a little helmet and night stick?

Although, I'm pretty sure the official term is "bullshit". *g*

*falls off chair with laughter* Could you imagine a cave in with that?? Ergh.

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Only joyous radiation hereabouts, I swear. Pick up a complementary tin hat on your way through. *g*

I do, indeed, live near(ish) there. My mom was born and raised up in that zone. *buffs nails* But, people actually study it?! That's just odd. It's like having people speak of Hershey Park or Gettysburg as really big landmarks. I always think, "But I've spent every school trip since first grade at one of them." Wierd.

According to Wikipedia, though, we are apparently the state with the most mine fires. Huh. Who knew. Aside from you, of course, who has great and powerful knowledge of these matters. *g*

The Rodneyfish comes with a full compliment of accessories. You are required to take BambooJohn as well, however; the fish gets cranky when you remove his John. My parents - who are marginally more sane than I - have even confirmed this fact. I could not make this up.

[enname.livejournal.com]

*puts tin hat on at a rakish angle* Mon ami!

Oh, that is just wow. No, really I am still in awe. I tell you in the last two months there have been three documentaries on that zone and ginmar even dug up some pics and posted them. There are campaigns!

Yes, bow down to me, the Great and Knowledgable One. *snort* That was barely typed with a straight face. Instead I thought my fingers would work better.

I was studying it as a comparison to Chernobyl (large, deserted areas due to destruction) and to ease the fac that nuclear physics was so interesting. This depressed me somewhat because of the, oh, danger involved. :P Half life of 600,000 years people. HALF life.

Don't worry - people go 'kangaroos!' and I go 'oh yeah... menaces... now SNAKES..' Don't go round appealing to my inner historian by saying things like Gettysburg. I'm fragile ya know. :P

BambooJohn. Rodneyfish. Oh help, they even transfer well into the world of fish. Atlantis has broken me at last. However, for the sake of Rodneyfish (after all he will be doing a dangerous task, navigating history) BambooJohn can come along.

Just what does a cranky fish look like??

[feartheotter.livejournal.com]

My ego, having slipped its leash and run off wild, is currently gnawing on a distinct possibility on that list, which if true, is currently making it very warm and fuzzy. :) And if not, I'll try to tackle it while it's preparing to pee on that nice row of rosebushes you have out front, and it's going to have to sleep in the garage.

[stillane.livejournal.com]

*pets your ego* I will neither confirm nor deny, except to say that you have a very bright ego.

Seeing as I cannot be entirely sure which of the above your ego has claimed, this is only bending the rules. *g*

[feartheotter.livejournal.com]

Oh, he can be. But he has a nasty habit of tearing up the furniture sometimes. :x

And rules are meant to be bent *foolish grin & raised brows*