theladysnarkydame: (special snowflake!)
I'm making an effort to make an effort to post more often -- stay connected, you know.  To that end, I thought I'd start slowly, with a meme.  :D

If you would like to play, leave a comment saying you want to do the meme, I give you an age (please tell me how old you currently are as well), and you fill out the meme questions at your own journal with what applied to you back then, and what applies to you now. "

[personal profile] naye gave me 17 

When I was 17,

I lived in: Raytown, MO, USA
It's an older suburb of Kansas City, full of ordinary houses and big yards, streets with big ditches and few sidewalks.  Lots of kids walking to parks, and hanging out at school playgrounds after hours -- there wasn't a whole lot to do around there.  I was going to a high school on the same street as my old middle school, and my old elementary school, with kids I'd been in classes with since kindergarten.  My older brother had moved out by then, but there were still three of us kids (though my sister may have been close to leaving), with my parents, three or four cats (I can't remember if the fourth one was there yet or not) and two dogs -- it was a full house, and largely cozy.

I drove:  
a Honda Civic  It was, I think, an '86 -- it was used when my dad bought it, and both my big brother and my big sister had driven it for a while.  It was a pale sky blue hatchback with hail damage on the hood, and it mostly looked like an old roller skate.  It was fun enough to drive -- cornered well, and only shook a bit when you were going more than 60 mph.  I'd only been driving for a few years, and hadn't yet gotten any speeding tickets.  I'd only been in a ditch once -- a gentle slide over snow, and a friendly neighbor who helped me shove the car back onto the road. Sometime before I turned 18 I got a new car -- a '92 Civic, still a hatchback, but this one was bright red and -- gloriously -- it was a stick shift.  My dad taught me how to drive it in empty parking lots, which was nerve racking because parents, but it finally clicked driving around my neighborhood all by myself, and from then on, I loved it.  I called that car Annabell, and put in Spider-man floormats and a Spider-man steering wheel cover.  I washed it every week, and waxed and polished it.  I took long drives around the city, just to enjoy the radio with the windows down and the way Annabell felt flying down the highways.  I adored that car.

I was in a relationship with:  nobody.  I didn't really date in high school -- there was a kid in middle school I'd "gone out" with for a few weeks.  He gave me presents, and we talked on the phone (twirling the cord and sitting against the hallway wall) but he stole my wallet out of my locker and I stopped talking to him.  When I was 17 there were a few boys I flirted with, and a few that flirted back, but I wasn't much interested in more.  I turned down a date for homecoming, and didn't go to prom.  I did have a crush on the president of the art club, but it was a quiet thing.  

I feared: not much.  I had a comfortable, secure sort of life -- good grades, amiable classmates.  I was, perhaps, afraid of being embarrassed, as most teenagers are, and I was nervous about college, which I was starting to look into.  But real fears just weren't something I had experience with.

I worked at:  Doc's Sorbet and Ice Cream Shop.  Which was a summer job, mostly -- it closed every winter.  This would have been my second season there -- the sweet spot.  They'd just given me a raise ($7.50 an hour!) and I hadn't yet gotten tired of the smell of malt powder and the bleach we used to clean the place after hours.  It was a tiny shop, that used to be a garden shed owned by a couple of chiropractors.  Often I was the only one there, and would have to lock up to go get some food at a nearby McDonald's, or to go to the restroom in the chiropractors' office.  There was a patio with ivy climbing over trellises, and twinkle lights woven over it all.  The ice cream and sorbet was delicious -- they sold a lot to hotels and restaurants in the city. 

I wanted to be: a professional photographer.  I was taking photography courses in school, and really loved the darkroom, and looking at the world through a camera lens.  I had vague ideas of starting up a portraiture studio, or taking nature shots for magazines.  I was in an Explorers program (kind of a job-placement Scout thing) with Hallmark, and once a month there'd be a class, and twice a month there'd be a field trip and we'd all use a few rolls of film, which they'd develop and then go over with us for technical and artistic advice during the class.  It was a lot of fun.

Now, I'm 32.

I live in:  Kansas City, MO, USA.  In an apartment I mostly love, in the heart of downtown.  I have a bit of a low key antagonistic thing going with a loud neighbor, but that's mostly a matter of truce right now, because the landlords have her on a three strike list and she's used up two of them.  The apartment itself is within walking distance to a lot of cool stuff -- the River Market, the grocery store, the Alamo Drafthouse movie theater, the Kaufman Performing Arts Center, the main branch of the Kansas City Library -- which is good because

I drive:  Nothing.  :(
 I lost Annabell the Civic years ago, when I fell asleep at the wheel (no one was hurt but the car). For several years I drove my mom's old Mercury Villager -- a mini van.  I never much liked it, and about nine months after I moved into this apartment I got t-boned at an intersection and lost that one too.  I mourned a lot more for Annabell.  Since then I've taken the bus, which is often a pain in the ass, but is certainly cheaper than buying a new car, and paying for insurance, gas, and downtown parking.  I still love to drive though, and do so every time I get the chance.

I am in a relationship with:  My husband Chad!  We were married just a few weeks ago, but we've been together for about two and a half years.  He's a musician, who does mostly Industrial Metal type stuff he puts together on his computer -- it's not entirely to my taste all the time, but I can see how passionate about it he is.  He also does a sort of bluesy, electronic jazz I like quite a bit. He's really skilled at it, and collaborates with other musicians across the country.  He also plays the guitar, and the drums, and the piano . . . 

We both play a lot of video games.  He likes to watch me play, and likes to play together when we can.  Its a good bonding thing. 

He's allergic to cats, which is unfortunate since I have three of them, but nevertheless, he's bonded to the furballs.  Luckily, he's gotten somewhat accustomed to them -- his allergies don't bother him as much as they used to.  :D

I fear:  falling back into debt.  I'm THIS CLOSE to paying off an ill advised loan, which will let me start paying down my credit cards and actually putting money aside for once.  I haven't had a savings account for something like 9 years.  Finances are the largest source of stress for me by far, and until I get some cushion under me they will continue to be so.  At this point, I have bad dreams about unanticipated vet bills, broken ankles, and lost jobs that would make me take out another loan, and continue the paycheck scraping tension for years to come.   I can see the corner just ahead, but I haven't turned it yet, and that scares me. 

I work at:  Half Price Books  It's a used book store that started out of Dallas, and is now a Privately Owned chain across the country.  I really like it -- I like the philosophy behind it, I like that it's environmentally conscious -- we recycle a LOT, and take pains to make green choices -- I love that there are no shareholders to appease, which means I like the way they treat employees, and I love the job itself.  I work at one of the larger, more eclectic locations, since it's near an art district and a couple of universities.  It makes for some interesting buys, and interesting clientele.  Pretty much all the employees here are tattooed liberal musicians/artists, which is awesome.

I want to be:  a bookstore owner.  I want to own a tiny used bookstore that specializes in science fiction, and that has a room set aside for table top games and nerd themed beers.  A little bookstore/gameshop/bar sort of thing.  One day maybe.  It could happen!

It's fun, sometimes, to see what's the same, what's different, what you've almost forgotten and what feels like yesterday.  And to think of what might be totally different in a year's time.  In five years.  In six months.  
theladysnarkydame: (Default)
 So I've seen a couple people do this as an extension to that 21 First Lines fic meme, and go figure!  It also looks fun.  :D

21 last lines from my fic, in actual chronological order )

It seems I may be slightly more likely to use names in the last line than the first, and the last sentence is often quite short (except when it isn't).


Apr. 11th, 2013 11:37 pm
theladysnarkydame: (special snowflake!)
I like this meme!  

21 first sentences from my fic, in reverse chronological order )

From 11 different fandoms (Geez, Yuletide sure encourages diversity).  Is there a pattern?  I can't really tell.  Maybe a predilection for prepositional phrases.  I think I like to try to set the scene with the first sentence, if I can, so they tend to be longish.  Except when they aren't.  

theladysnarkydame: (Amazing)
I am dragging today, which is a real shame -- it's lovely outside.  I'll probably turn in early instead of walking around.  

But in the meantime, a meme!

meme )

theladysnarkydame: (Default)
Late to the party but what the hell.

Pick a number from the list and I'll answer it in the comments.

1 - Your current OTP.
2 - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind.
3 - A pairing you have never liked and probably never will.
4 - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.
5 - Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?
6 - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?
7 - Do you remember your first OTP? If so who was in it?
8 - Do you prefer characters from real action series or anime series?
9 - Has the internet caused you to stop liking any fandoms? If so, which and why?
10 - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr your social network sites.
11 - How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom?
12 - Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request. What do you ask for?
13 - Your favorite fanart or fanartist.
14 - Your favorite fanfiction or fanauthor.
15 - Choose a song at random. Which OTP does it remind you of?
16 - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).
17 - A ship you’ve abandoned and why.
18 - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships.
19 - Show us an example of your personal headcanon.
20 - Do you remember what your first fanwork was?
21 - Self-rec: What's your favorite fanwork you've created?
22 - Are you one of those fans who can’t watch anything without shipping?
23 - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms.
24 - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms.
25 - A fandom you’re in but have no ships from.
26 - Any other fandom related question.

I might answer from any number of fandoms!  While I've only written in a handful, I've read a lot, and watched a lot.  A lot a lot. 
theladysnarkydame: (special snowflake!)
I'm throwing my hat in the ring, because I can't resist a good photo meme.  I'll just have to make sure that this week is not one of those weeks where i do the same thing more days than not . . .

ANYWAY. photos and such )

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