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Oct. 12th, 2004 09:22 pmAnswers so far...
muffinbutt -- What do you love most about playing Aziraphael?
There are a hell of a lot of things I love. Apparently "Sophie's Crowley" won't do as an answer so... hmm. I love the challenge of not swearing. I love his blush reflex. I love... suppressed emotion, and the way that little things mean so much more between Aziraphael and Crowley because of who they are. I love being able to quote poetry at random. I love making icons of Paul Bettany. I love being an English cliche. I love that... he's completely invaded my head, and now apples have far greater significance and I keep reading things and thinking ooh, must quote that. He's completely broadened my horizons as far as poetry goes, and that's fantastic.
sealgair -- Casting: Who should play Rita Skeeter?
ALAN CUMMING! I can't be the only one that thinks this, right? The boy would be absolutely perfect.
shati -- D'you remember any clapping games?
Clap left right clap cross clap together. Hi low middle low middle low middle low high low middle low middle low high. Um... not really, no.
clumsy_auror -- Tell me about the best class you ever took.
Wasn't so much the class as my teacher, Graeme. He was my tutor, too, and used to call us bastards when we came in late. He was loud, and had this annoying snorting thing he did when he was enthusiastic about something. He told me about wearing eyeliner and listening to echo and the bunnymen, and told me that I should really date my mate John, and was one of the very very few people I've ever trusted enough to cry in front of. He lent me a book by Raymond Carver, which was amazing, and let us do pottery in the last lesson instead of revision, and looked at the little face with sewn up eyes and mouth and laughed and gave it to me, saying he didn't even need to look at the initials- he knew it was mine. He let me write slash instead of doing an exam paper, and then made me hand it in, and then gave me constructive feedback. He told me to always keep writing.
One lesson in particular stands out. He made us write something, anything. A whole lesson of writing, bent heads and busy pens. And then he took us up to the art department and put all our work in a trolley and burned it. It's not the paper that matters. It's not the individual words. It's the ideas, the things you describe. You can always find a new way to say something, if it means something to you. I forget that too often, place far too much importance on the structure of every sentence, and forget what it feels like to enjoy writing.
I wish I had his email address.
r_becca -- what is your favorite kind of pie?
I've only had it once, when mum was in hospital. Dad carved a pumpkin, far cooler than the usual faces that decorated the street- a bat in lights, most impressed. And then he made pumpkin pie which... well. We were dubious to say the least. And I have never tasted anything so good, ever. Mmmmmm.
resonant8 -- Are you a real villain?
Who, me~>? Nah. Whatever gave you that idea? *grins evilly*
akukorax -- What is your favorite movie?
That depends entirely on what day of the week it is, really. Long time favourites are Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Hard Core Logo and Pi. At the moment I'm loving Shaun of the Dead with an intensity that I'm convinced cannot last- if that has longevity then we may have a new contender. *g*
bythebrook -- What are you happiest about right now?
This very second? I'm not majorly happy. It's that time of thenight morning where everything starts to ache and I get grumpy. But in my life in general at the moment, it's
milliways_bar. If that makes me sad I really don't care. I'm learning a lot about what keeps people interested, about what turns people on and off in writing, about character development and different voices. At least... I hope I am.
And then there're the players. I've made some bloody good new friends through that place. People that don't necessarily share my interests, and that I wouldn't have thought to talk to in any other context. People I knew a little but have got to know better through this and so many people I don't nearly know well enough yet.
And then there's me. It's made me more outgoing, in RL. It's very odd. It's given me more confidence, and made me more at home with who I am. And it's affected my reading matter, too, and developed an appreciation for poetry I really didn't know I had. Yeah. It makes me happy.
There are a hell of a lot of things I love. Apparently "Sophie's Crowley" won't do as an answer so... hmm. I love the challenge of not swearing. I love his blush reflex. I love... suppressed emotion, and the way that little things mean so much more between Aziraphael and Crowley because of who they are. I love being able to quote poetry at random. I love making icons of Paul Bettany. I love being an English cliche. I love that... he's completely invaded my head, and now apples have far greater significance and I keep reading things and thinking ooh, must quote that. He's completely broadened my horizons as far as poetry goes, and that's fantastic.
ALAN CUMMING! I can't be the only one that thinks this, right? The boy would be absolutely perfect.
Clap left right clap cross clap together. Hi low middle low middle low middle low high low middle low middle low high. Um... not really, no.
Wasn't so much the class as my teacher, Graeme. He was my tutor, too, and used to call us bastards when we came in late. He was loud, and had this annoying snorting thing he did when he was enthusiastic about something. He told me about wearing eyeliner and listening to echo and the bunnymen, and told me that I should really date my mate John, and was one of the very very few people I've ever trusted enough to cry in front of. He lent me a book by Raymond Carver, which was amazing, and let us do pottery in the last lesson instead of revision, and looked at the little face with sewn up eyes and mouth and laughed and gave it to me, saying he didn't even need to look at the initials- he knew it was mine. He let me write slash instead of doing an exam paper, and then made me hand it in, and then gave me constructive feedback. He told me to always keep writing.
One lesson in particular stands out. He made us write something, anything. A whole lesson of writing, bent heads and busy pens. And then he took us up to the art department and put all our work in a trolley and burned it. It's not the paper that matters. It's not the individual words. It's the ideas, the things you describe. You can always find a new way to say something, if it means something to you. I forget that too often, place far too much importance on the structure of every sentence, and forget what it feels like to enjoy writing.
I wish I had his email address.
I've only had it once, when mum was in hospital. Dad carved a pumpkin, far cooler than the usual faces that decorated the street- a bat in lights, most impressed. And then he made pumpkin pie which... well. We were dubious to say the least. And I have never tasted anything so good, ever. Mmmmmm.
Who, me~>? Nah. Whatever gave you that idea? *grins evilly*
That depends entirely on what day of the week it is, really. Long time favourites are Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Hard Core Logo and Pi. At the moment I'm loving Shaun of the Dead with an intensity that I'm convinced cannot last- if that has longevity then we may have a new contender. *g*
This very second? I'm not majorly happy. It's that time of the
And then there're the players. I've made some bloody good new friends through that place. People that don't necessarily share my interests, and that I wouldn't have thought to talk to in any other context. People I knew a little but have got to know better through this and so many people I don't nearly know well enough yet.
And then there's me. It's made me more outgoing, in RL. It's very odd. It's given me more confidence, and made me more at home with who I am. And it's affected my reading matter, too, and developed an appreciation for poetry I really didn't know I had. Yeah. It makes me happy.
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 05:12 am (UTC)Okay, I know, they're not called the little buttmen. But they should have been.
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:19 am (UTC)The little butt men are tree spirits (kodama). But, if buttmen works for you *grins*
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:56 am (UTC)I know what you mean about the happiness of Milliways, too. It's been a challenge, a good one, and I'm thrilled to be stretched in new ways. It's also made me ponder some things, faith-wise...which you and I can talk about in our open-ended conversation, at some point. :) But yeah. Good friends, good fun.
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Date: 2004-10-13 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 11:22 am (UTC)Me too!
Kind of. It's so weird!
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Date: 2004-10-13 02:27 pm (UTC)*dies*
Actually, yes. Yes, it would. YES.