We saw you lying in the road, we tried to dig a decent grave, but it's still no way to behave

[girlanachronism]

INSTRUCTIONS:

1. Leave me a comment telling me you want QUESTIONS.
2. I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your journal with the answers to the questions. Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.


From sarcasticsra :

1. You've just discovered a time machine. Problem is it only has one round trip left in it. What period of time do you decide to visit? Who do you meet? What do you do? How long do you stay?

Woodstock. Because music is my life, and that is the festival to end all festivals. (Well, to begin them I suppose... oh bugger off, semantics are not my specialty! Incoherent cliched ranting is!) I would stay for the whole thing, and meet everyone, and give them weirdly accurate predictions, and be remembered as the crazy high chick who KNEW THE FUTURE.

2. If you had to strike three words from your vocabulary, never to be used again, what would they be?

"like" (because it is a scourge I cannot, like, rid myself of), "cute" (overused and now practically meaningless) and "discombobulated" (when am I going to be able to use that and not come off as a wanker? Exactly.)

3. Is your hair really green, or is your username a lie? =P

In the strict, technical sort of definition by which 'truth' is an objective and unbending ide- OH HELL, YES YES IT'S A LIE. Sort of. My hair was at one point very short and pixie-ish, but it isn't any more. The username is in reference to a fun...occurance... staged by me and some friends, involving an official school speech day, guest politicians, and bewilderment at the fact all the award winners had bright green, yellow, pink and purple hair.

They were very realistic, for 5-buck wigs.

4. I'll be mean: Jon or Stephen? You can only have one! Which?

I hate you.

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Stephen. He needs loving more. *pets Stephen*

5. Stealing this question again: five favorite artists and your favorite song by each?

Suffragette City - David Bowie

Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers

Michael - Franz Ferdinand

Have To Drive - Amanda Palmer

Rebellion (Lies) - Arcade Fire

THAT WAS SO HARD AND I FEEL LIKE I'VE REJECTED SOME OF MY OWN CHILDREN OR SOMETHING... *sobs quietly*




From sirdrakesheir:

1) HOW DOES AN AUSTRALIAN LIKE YOURSELF COME TO BE INTERESTED IN AMERICAN AFFAIRS?

THE POWER OF TDS AND TCR. NOT KIDDING. STUMBLED ACROSS THEM ON THE COMEDY CHANNEL AND DECIDED THEY WERE AWESOME, AND THEN REALISED IF I WAS GOING TO GET ALL THE JOKES I MAY NEED TO BE A LITTLE MORE INTERESTED IN INTERNATIONAL NEWS.

(Yes, I'm a highly superficial induvidual. Do not judge me. Or if you do, do it quietly so I can pretend not to notice.)

BEFORE THEM, MY OPINION OF AMERICAN COMEDY WAS...NOT GOOD. I HUMBLY CONSIDER MYSELF CORRECTED.

2) HOW WILL THE WORLD END?

SETTLE YOURSELF IN THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG HAUL.

Ok. Comfortable? You see, I know exactly how the world is going to end. I saw the signs early, but no one believed me. I really don't know why... can you get more self-evident than High School Musical Three as a sign of oncoming apocalypse?

Anyway, the next sign is going to be when Dick Cheney disappears, then reappears with horns, but nobody notices because come on it's Dick Cheney, closely followed by North Korea disbanding all nuclear weapons and sending all it's diplomats to give sunflowers and daffodils to everyone at the UN. People freak, and justifiably so, but it turns out the whole thing was just a distraction so we wouldn't notice the spaceships until it's too late.

We run and scream, but actually it's ok. The zombies rise up to take care of the aliens. Of course, then we have a new problem. Luckily, some nerd who watched Jurassic park too many times has a solution in the form of cloned dinosaur-robots. Pity he never thought of a way to stop them breeding.

In the end, though, while the dinosaurs and zombies and dino-bots fight it out, a very normal, nondescript guy wanders down a tunnel. At the end of the tunnel, there's a button. It's big. And shiny. And red. It has a sign above it. "END OF WORLD BUTTON. DO NOT PRESS."

It's just human nature, really.

3) WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?

MY SKINNY TIE. To quote Vince Noir: "A tie is a multi-purpose accessory! You know, Howard, schoolboy, belt, Rambo...yes, I need the jacobean ruff!". I've done schoolgirl, I've done oh-so-rebel-half-undone, I've worn it as a belt, but never Rambo...

(Please note I was so, so tempted to write 'rahm-bo' instead of 'rambo')

4) HAS ANY SONG EVER MADE YOU CRY? IF SO, WHAT SONG?

MAD WORLD THE GARY JULES VERSION. BECAUSE I SOBBED MY EYES OUT AT THE END OF DONNIE DARKO AND EVERY TIME I HEAR IT I FLASHBACK.

Lots of other songs too, but that's the most recent.

5) Five fave musicians [bands, etc.], fave song(s) by each.

Aha. I'm lazy, and i've already done this. LOOK UP!




From duckgirlie :

1) How old were you when you first started in fandom?

Um. Fifteen? Sixteen? It wasn't so long ago. Probably sixteen. I come to everything late :)

2) Waffles (potato or regular) or pancakes?

PANCAKES. Pancakes, big and thin almost like crepes, slathered in honey and rolled up into little packets/rolls of joy.

3) Favourite Dylan Moran line?

"You know what you are? You're a beard with an idiot hanging off it."

4) Have you ever been to a full screening of Rocky Horror?

Not at a cinema, no, but I have had Rocky Horror themed sleepover party type things involving dressing up, ODing on eyeliner and having the film on loop until 4am. *sings loudly* Science fiiiccctionnn, doubblle feeattuurreee...

5) When you were seven, what did you want to be when you grew up? (This question presumes that you were once seven, but that that is no longer the case. If either of these assumptions are wrong, feel free to answer an approximation of the question based on the truth.)

I was never seven. I was made from wood shavings, old velvet curtains and chocolate milk, put together by a mod-rocker shaman and stolen just before completion by the agents of the Acorn Queen. I came into being, fully formed, at the age of fourteen years and two point seven three months.

However, if I ever was seven, it is highly probable that I wanted to be a pony or a wolf or an elf or something of that nature. I (would have been) a late emerger from the land of fantasy. As it is, I never was seven, and hence never did emerge. Now excuse me, I need to finish an argument with a racist badger.