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Oh noes! I'll write seven things about you meme!

Comment and:

1. I’ll respond with something random about you
2. I’ll challenge you to try something
3. I’ll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours!

Because fannishnej did it for me. I warn you that I reserve the right to make it all up on the fly, without actually knowing anything about you.
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1. Three years ago, on that cross-country road trip you took, the car got a flat in Utah somewhere south of the Wyoming border. You stood at the side of interstate 80 and watched your friends change the tire. A thunderstorm had rolled past you earlier, heading south as you drove northeast. The sky had cleared, but the roadside where you stood gleamed wet under the sun, runoff still draining down from the rocky hills.
2. Smile brilliantly at the next stranger you meet. The woman at the supermarket who's choosing cornflakes while you're looking at oatmeal. The college boy who steams the milk for your latte. The pedestrian who crosses six inches beyond the hood of your car at the four-way stop.
3. Blue. Deep blue. Blue overtones on a photo of ASH with a beard. The beard is scruffy, soft white hairs mixed with the stiff brown when not viewed in blue. You're thinking of asking him to shave, but secretly you like the stubble burn he leaves on your face and neck.
4. When you were six, you shared your Barbie with your best friend. And it was your best Barbie, not the one with the smudge mark across its face.
5. Prompting.
6. The American pika.
7. What's the silliest fic to win a Bodice Ripper award?
1. Three years ago, on that cross-country road trip you took, the car got a flat in Utah somewhere south of the Wyoming border. You stood at the side of interstate 80 and watched your friends change the tire. A thunderstorm had rolled past you earlier, heading south as you drove northeast. The sky had cleared, but the roadside where you stood gleamed wet under the sun, runoff still draining down from the rocky hills.
-- I've never actually been west of Indiana, but this almost exactly describes something that happened to me here one summer.  Spooky. 


2. Smile brilliantly at the next stranger you meet. The woman at the supermarket who's choosing cornflakes while you're looking at oatmeal. The college boy who steams the milk for your latte. The pedestrian who crosses six inches beyond the hood of your car at the four-way stop.
-- Yep.  I did that earlier today to a guy sitting in his car at a traffic light.  I think it freaked him out.

3. Blue. Deep blue. Blue overtones on a photo of ASH with a beard. The beard is scruffy, soft white hairs mixed with the stiff brown when not viewed in blue. You're thinking of asking him to shave, but secretly you like the stubble burn he leaves on your face and neck.
-- Ooooh.  How did you know I like facial hair?

4. When you were six, you shared your Barbie with your best friend. And it was your best Barbie, not the one with the smudge mark across its face.
--  This made me laugh.

5. Prompting.
--  Somehow, I knew that.

6. The American pika.
--  Huh???

7. What's the silliest fic to win a Bodice Ripper award?
-- It's a toss up between two fics. What the Pig Knows and He Started It!. Both made me laugh out loud.


1. When you were a freshman in college, in your second semester, your history class had an unutterably boring professor. He last said something interesting in 1974, and that was by accident. You used to sit toward the back, where you could doodle in the margins of your notebook to keep yourself awake while he droned on about the Triple Entente. One morning, you turned to try to hide a huge yawn, and you noticed this cute guy three chairs over. He had on a t-shirt for a band you hated, but you liked his little glasses and the way his hair flopped over his nose. From then on, you would wait to see where he was sitting before you picked a desk, so you could watch him without having to turn. Sometimes you'd have to hover outside the classroom until he showed up. One day he sat all the way in the last row. That sucked.
2. Give Giles a problem to solve. Have his solution make things worse. Then when he tries to fix the new worse problem, show how that makes Buffy really mad. Then make it all better. End with smoochies.
3. The reddish tan of California desert sand. The yellow of the gourd. The sage greens of the joshua tree and the cholla. The deep blue of the sky as it shades down to sunset, while Giles sits crosslegged, drinking tea and worrying.
4. You take my suggestions! I totally will have enjoyed the story you wrote in response to the challenge in #2.
5. Downloading "My immortal" so I could figure out what the heck was going on with your songfic.
6. The red panda.
7. What's the coolest sentence you ever wrote?
1. Love this.
2. will try this maybe once the c4 sequel is done
3. this wouldn't be influenced by my banner now would it? *grins*
4.Well they're such good ones!
5. I still can't believe I got you to beta that. I really don't think of it a songfic, in my mind it's always a darkfic.
6. Really? They are kinda cute.
7. Now I don't know about coolest, but I do have a fondness for this: "The sound of blood dripping echoed in the empty basement." It's the first line of an orignal fic that I wrote in HS/College. My abortive attempt at writing horror. It turned utterly craptastic and I don't think I'll ever return to it.
1. Your stomach drops away at the sound of the ticking of the chain that pulls the roller coaster to the top of the first hill. Tick-a-tick-a.
2. Those shoes you bought on impulse and only wore once before burying them at the back of your closet, yes, those shoes: pull them out and wear them tomorrow. They'll be perfect.
3. Pink. Giles, why are you PINK?
4. You pointed me toward "Nothing like Hoffman"!
5. When we first met, at that nameless truck stop on 70 in western Kansas, you managed the exchange smoothly. The briefcase with the documents was a battered Samsonite, in one of those mustard brown colors that were the rage in 1977. Probably you'd bought it in a thrift shop, just for this assignment. I imagined you picking it out, taking it up to the counter, making small talk with the tiny gray-haired woman in the cardigan while she made slowly counted change from a ten. You wiped it clean of your prints in your motel, hours before you showed up here. The metal latches were loose. I could have picked the locks with a hairpin. But I didn't. I ate syrupy cherry pie, and you drank ditchwater coffee. You poured in three packets of sugar before you could stand it. Five minutes after you'd left, the waitress had forgotten you were ever there. But I couldn't.
6. The kangaroo mouse.
7. What did Giles say right before he undid the first button of Willow's sweater?
2) I don't have any shoes like that. I will wear a pair that I don't wear often though.

7) "I'm ashamed to admit how long I've been dreaming of this."