Dreaming

I had a dream about Aziraphale, Crowley, trains, and an enormous hard backed red book that had been compiled by gay lovers. It was one of those vivid dreams that leave you feeling worn out and muddled. Even when I was woken up by the phone, for a minute I was sure it must be Crowley on the other end. Then I remembered that Crowley isn't real and I had one of those moments of minor heartbreak you have when you know something will never happen or be true.

Moving on from dream induced slightly obsessive melancholy, I'm working at home today, and have cleared our junk off the kitchen table to celebrate, and so I can work on it. Junk: nail polish (from daegaer! it's currently decorating my toes) a penknife, hair band, face cream samples, pile of bills, books, matches, camera, newspapers, receipts. It's a wonder we could even see the table before, but we tended to push everything up to one end to form a scree of detritus, leaving two plate-and-book sized areas for us to use.

Eee! I got some fonts in my email today, that a friend has designed. They're based on other fonts, but look sort of half eaten by rats, or destroyed by the elements, the sort of thing that explorers might find blowing around on a scrap of paper on some post nuclear holocaust version of the earth. The 'Westminster' font version of this is particularly like that, because it's obviously so modern in a sixties (?) way.

Questions

Time for a tea break and a meme, gacked from luthien67. I've done this on a couple of people and have got fascinating answers. I can't guarantee that with mine, but I'm happy to give it a go.

There is a huge chunk of you that I don't even have a clue about your first name. I don't know how old a lot of you are, or where you live, or basic normal things.

This is the problem with LJ, we all think we are so close, and we know nothing about each other.

So, I'm going to rectify it.

I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. I promise, I will not make fun of you, or say who asked what.

I then invite you to do the same. Remember, seriously basic stupid questions, don't be embarrassed, you would be really shocked what I don't know about you.


[Poll #309241]

Answers

Q. How do I like my coffee?
A. Decaffienated and milky. Yeah, I'm a coffee wimp.

Q. When will I will I be famous?
A. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday, and someday soon.

Q. What did you want to be when you grew up?
A. I truly had no idea. I never had a big plan or an ambition. I sort of drifted along in a dream world. I always thought being a writer might be good, but never did anything to work towards that, like, er, writing.

Q. How long have you been in fandom?
A. Since September 2000. I can remember the day. I'd just finished my MA and had nothing much to do. I remembered reading an article in the Independent about Britslash. It occured to me that today I should look them up on the net and see what slash was. Nothing seemed to appeal to me until I read a Mulder/Krycek story by Sebastian.  Mulder! He was gay! Oh my god, my world changed and I was addicted. It was brilliant and perfect and very very entertaining. It was also a way to escape from more difficult world outside. I got into HP fandom about 8 months later, in the middle of  2001. It was still quite  small then, with a smattering of Snape stories.

Q. What is it you do all day? I know you're another academic type, but I have no idea what you do!
A. I work as the main reseacher for a funded project that helps small manufacturing companies in the West Midlands with design. I also have to write academic papers to prove that we're not just spending all the money on Gucci handbags and trips to the Caribbean.

Q. Where were you born?
A. In a small town called Long Eaton, which is just outside Nottingham, UK. Long Eaton isn't noted for much, but it was the birthplace of Dame Laura Knight, an artist. I lived there till I was 19. Our house is on the edge of town, not far from the river and a nature reserve. Long Eaton is quite poor - it used to make all its money from textiles and there are several enormous old mills dating from the mid 19thC. Now people mostly commute to Nottingham and Derby to work. I spent all the time I could as a teenager in Nottingham and I still adore the place.

Some quickies

Two minutes, over at impulsedriven

Remus

Crowley

Aziraphale