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Profile and introductions to various writerly activities still not written. I'll get around to this after I've burnt away more of this anger at my stupid alma mater. Until then... I have some more pictures of my lovely window garden now. My peas have gotten huge. And I have a tiiiiiiiny tomato sprout, finally. Along with more sunflowers and basil than I'll probably know what to do with. (And a stormtrooper poaching elephants.) By the way, that sweet potato? I bought it for Thanksgiving.
Aaaand since I have nothing else useful to say, here is a meme via![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flutingfrenzy.
Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
Chicago... Ah, what can I say? Chicago and I get along better now that we've known each other for a bit longer, but I'm not letting my guard down yet. For all I complain, I really love showing people around... as long as no one complains about how Chicago isn't like New York City. I mean, yeah, downtown Chicago is boring as crap, and the urban sprawl makes it look like there isn't much here. Chicago's charm is its neighborhoods, which is why it's also possible to carve out a little niche somewhere and exist without honking and rushing and craziness. And I'll admit, I love living in Hyde Park at least partially because I look like a complete Old Town/Wicker Park/Boystown hipster and commute into and out of the south side. It's the best opposite to how I felt commuting into and out of Humboldt Park, which was like some kind of Business-Casual Harbinger of Neighborhood Gentrification and Doom.
Live music... What can I say? It's kind of an addiction, especially since last.fm started recommending concerts based on listening stats. Once I knew exactly when the ridiculous number of bands I idolize were going to be in town, I had to start going. And... yeah. It's only getting worse. All the extra money I've gotten this year from raises and the salary tax cut? I'm pretty sure it's all gone towards concerts. Which, I mean, when it comes down to the debate on what that extra $20 per pay should go to, concerts really aren't the worst choice. I just need to figure out how to get back from the ones that end after my bus stops running.
Mandolin... Oh! My favourite thing to elaborate on. Guess what guys! Rook is going to be here this week! Did I mention that yesterday? (I named him Rook once I realized that calling him "Blue Remy" was kind of like naming a kid after their older sibling. And I feel like it's okay that I've named him already, because I had named Remy before I got him, too, and I ended up with the only Remy-appropriate mandolin in the entire school, so I'm hoping things work out the same way with Rook.) I've been toying with the idea of getting a little lo-fi tape recorder and dragging it out to random, probably-sketchy places and writing songs with lyrics like "Please don't shoot me." I especially want to sing that into an abandoned warehouse, and chase the echo with one of the four chords I know. As a corollary to this and the Chicago section, the Old Town School of Folk music is a wonderful place, and I'm glad that it exists. (It seriously is probably all that kept me sane during election season.)
Hughes... I know exactly how to explain why Hughes gets associated with me, and at the same time... I can't, either. It started out with a "I love this guy, he's like a cross between Sherlock Holmes and Hamlet!" I... okay, that warrants explanation. I am of the school of thought that believes that Hamlet's insanity is a ruse. Hughes takes that kind of insanity, subtracts all the emo and cleverly hides his brilliance behind an actually real obsession with his family. It's a personality that loops around and eats its own tail... >.>, and so naturally this guy ended up as my muse for a pretty long amount of time. Then I abused him a bit too much and he ran away and I'm pretty sure what Neil Gaiman didn't creativity-vampire from me when I met him, Hughes stole when he ran off on me.
LJ RP... This will haunt me forever! I actually really miss rping, but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
omg_alchemist is a really hard thing to replace. I get the impression that most people don't end up living with the people they rped with, and keeping up with almost all of them years after the whole thing broke up. It'd be a good way to get some of my other muses some exercise, though. (I've got this terrible itch to dump Mitchell Hundred into a pan-fandom rp somewhere and see what happens but oh man, I don't think I could write him.) And, for anyone that's wondering, no, I haven't progressed any farther with that project I was thinking of starting, on account of limbo morphing and taking on more evil shapes. And the fact that I can't register "stepbeforeprofit" as an LJ name because it's one character too long. I mean, seriously, it'd be like, the only rp journal name I've come up with that I actually like, and so I'd have to use it. But since I can't... I have no motivation to create my giant city experiment. At least until the weather gets nice enough for me to get on my bike and ride around Kenwood shooting stock photos.
Aaaand since I have nothing else useful to say, here is a meme via
flutingfrenzy. Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
Chicago... Ah, what can I say? Chicago and I get along better now that we've known each other for a bit longer, but I'm not letting my guard down yet. For all I complain, I really love showing people around... as long as no one complains about how Chicago isn't like New York City. I mean, yeah, downtown Chicago is boring as crap, and the urban sprawl makes it look like there isn't much here. Chicago's charm is its neighborhoods, which is why it's also possible to carve out a little niche somewhere and exist without honking and rushing and craziness. And I'll admit, I love living in Hyde Park at least partially because I look like a complete Old Town/Wicker Park/Boystown hipster and commute into and out of the south side. It's the best opposite to how I felt commuting into and out of Humboldt Park, which was like some kind of Business-Casual Harbinger of Neighborhood Gentrification and Doom.
Live music... What can I say? It's kind of an addiction, especially since last.fm started recommending concerts based on listening stats. Once I knew exactly when the ridiculous number of bands I idolize were going to be in town, I had to start going. And... yeah. It's only getting worse. All the extra money I've gotten this year from raises and the salary tax cut? I'm pretty sure it's all gone towards concerts. Which, I mean, when it comes down to the debate on what that extra $20 per pay should go to, concerts really aren't the worst choice. I just need to figure out how to get back from the ones that end after my bus stops running.
Mandolin... Oh! My favourite thing to elaborate on. Guess what guys! Rook is going to be here this week! Did I mention that yesterday? (I named him Rook once I realized that calling him "Blue Remy" was kind of like naming a kid after their older sibling. And I feel like it's okay that I've named him already, because I had named Remy before I got him, too, and I ended up with the only Remy-appropriate mandolin in the entire school, so I'm hoping things work out the same way with Rook.) I've been toying with the idea of getting a little lo-fi tape recorder and dragging it out to random, probably-sketchy places and writing songs with lyrics like "Please don't shoot me." I especially want to sing that into an abandoned warehouse, and chase the echo with one of the four chords I know. As a corollary to this and the Chicago section, the Old Town School of Folk music is a wonderful place, and I'm glad that it exists. (It seriously is probably all that kept me sane during election season.)
Hughes... I know exactly how to explain why Hughes gets associated with me, and at the same time... I can't, either. It started out with a "I love this guy, he's like a cross between Sherlock Holmes and Hamlet!" I... okay, that warrants explanation. I am of the school of thought that believes that Hamlet's insanity is a ruse. Hughes takes that kind of insanity, subtracts all the emo and cleverly hides his brilliance behind an actually real obsession with his family. It's a personality that loops around and eats its own tail
LJ RP... This will haunt me forever! I actually really miss rping, but
omg_alchemist is a really hard thing to replace. I get the impression that most people don't end up living with the people they rped with, and keeping up with almost all of them years after the whole thing broke up. It'd be a good way to get some of my other muses some exercise, though. (I've got this terrible itch to dump Mitchell Hundred into a pan-fandom rp somewhere and see what happens but oh man, I don't think I could write him.) And, for anyone that's wondering, no, I haven't progressed any farther with that project I was thinking of starting, on account of limbo morphing and taking on more evil shapes. And the fact that I can't register "stepbeforeprofit" as an LJ name because it's one character too long. I mean, seriously, it'd be like, the only rp journal name I've come up with that I actually like, and so I'd have to use it. But since I can't... I have no motivation to create my giant city experiment. At least until the weather gets nice enough for me to get on my bike and ride around Kenwood shooting stock photos.
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This will haunt me forever! Hee, I thought you might say something like that. But, well, it came to mind.
The peas are so tall. How quickly they grow up.
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Alas, it is a large, unforgettable part of my sordid LJ past. I imagine it always being one of those space-filler paragraphs at the bottom of the article that will eventually describe my Great American Novel or crazy work-related flip-out.
I can't wait to train them up the railing on my back porch. They're going to be so cute!
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Hehe I'm morbidly curious.
Isn't it obnoxious how
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- Scarecrow
- Dr. Neato Crane (and the future fate of the Magnificent Mile)
- Brussels sprouts
- Annoyingly indigenous fruits and vegetables
- All right, fine. Food. I still associate nearly all edible things with you. But mostly brussels sprouts are the only thing with an immediate "... Dar should be here to cook this for me" reaction.
I feel bad that two of those are villians/pseudo-villians, and the rest are food, but... I'm braindead after work, and even at my best mental capacity, the list would probably still be mostly villainy and food. (-;
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And stepbeforeprofit! ????? <3! I like, aww damn it sucks that it's too long... suppose you could abbreviate? Like, stepb4profit? Although maybe that's not quite as cool.
...Uh, I guess maybe this is a comment? If you can actually think of five things about me, go right ahead... I missed this meme the first time it went around.
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Five things... I'm so bad at this in the first place. These are going to be incredibly random.
- That green jello desert with the celery in
- Mountainous, naturey places
- Cake and coffee together (especially when eaten after claiming to want pie and tea)
- Clara Smith, and anyone fitting her character type
- Taekwon-Do
Bwahaha I made it to five! (-;
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- Brendan
- Wolves
- The need for pictures of kittens and children (this also counts as a not-so-subtle hint)
- Hunting
- High school
Oh gosh, obvious answers are obvious!