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lazy_hoor, 5 random things...
Terry Pratchett
One of my favourite authors for many many years. I love the discworld books, and the whole world he has created within them, especially the characters. Also, through Good Omens, he led to my discovery of Neil Gaiman.
However he has affected my life very strongly indirectly, through discworld mud, an online textbased game based on the books, wherein I have met many very good friends (including most of Flist here), leading to many adventures (often involving cider, oddly) in such diverse places as Reading, llantwit Major, F*ing Feltham, Hereford, Creewood and Sydney, to name but a few.
The fact that such a sharp mind with his cunning and often hilarious way with words is slowly being destroyed by disease is heartbreaking.
Horses
Yay horsies! I love horses. Have since I was a tiny little Hellison, galloping round the back garden and setting up show-jumping courses for the dog. My first horse was a mental rocking horse on springs called Gunson. It was great. Every birthday and Christmas I used to hope there'd be a horse in the garden waiting for me. There never was, which is possibly just as well, because I wouldn't have have had the faintest idea what to DO with one then.
These days, I have Ziggy, not owned by me, but I get to play with her and look after her and brush her and hug her and yell GETOFFMYFOOTYOUGREATBIGLUMPOFDOGFOOD and all the other fun things that go with horses. It goes a long way towards keeping me (relatively) sane.
Phobias
VERMIN. Mice and most especially rats. HATEHATEHATE. Used to also include dentists, but I'm mostly better about that now. Still hate going. The cats have done their best to help, by using dead, almost dead and zombie mice to try and acclimaties me to them, but still. HATEHATEAHTE the beady eyes and the scuttling and the teeth and the TAILS and eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I have to stop now.
Food
ahahahaahaha. This could be an entry all of it's own. I am Not Good With Food (not that you'd think it to look at me). Especially new, strange, foreign or slithery foods.
I am a terrible terrible person to cook for because people try so hard to think up lovely things that any normal person would enjoy and to almost all of them I go 'sorry, no' and then I feel awful. Especially when they are used to making tasty vegetarian food and are sure they are on to a winner but there will still be cheese or aubergines or sweetcorn or eggs or pasta or something EVIL involved. So mostly I avoid being cooked for where at all possible, it is easier on everyone! Just make some popcorn. And/or toast ;)
Snowmen
Very random! It's years since we've had enough snow here to actually make a snowman. I don't think I've made once since I was at school! I wonder if I have a photo of that one anywhere, I am sure I do!
Also now I have that bloody walking in the air song in my head.
And it is time to flee homewards and horsewards. Hurrah!
lazy_hoor, 5 random things...Terry Pratchett
One of my favourite authors for many many years. I love the discworld books, and the whole world he has created within them, especially the characters. Also, through Good Omens, he led to my discovery of Neil Gaiman.
However he has affected my life very strongly indirectly, through discworld mud, an online textbased game based on the books, wherein I have met many very good friends (including most of Flist here), leading to many adventures (often involving cider, oddly) in such diverse places as Reading, llantwit Major, F*ing Feltham, Hereford, Creewood and Sydney, to name but a few.
The fact that such a sharp mind with his cunning and often hilarious way with words is slowly being destroyed by disease is heartbreaking.
Horses
Yay horsies! I love horses. Have since I was a tiny little Hellison, galloping round the back garden and setting up show-jumping courses for the dog. My first horse was a mental rocking horse on springs called Gunson. It was great. Every birthday and Christmas I used to hope there'd be a horse in the garden waiting for me. There never was, which is possibly just as well, because I wouldn't have have had the faintest idea what to DO with one then.
These days, I have Ziggy, not owned by me, but I get to play with her and look after her and brush her and hug her and yell GETOFFMYFOOTYOUGREATBIGLUMPOFDOGFOOD and all the other fun things that go with horses. It goes a long way towards keeping me (relatively) sane.
Phobias
VERMIN. Mice and most especially rats. HATEHATEHATE. Used to also include dentists, but I'm mostly better about that now. Still hate going. The cats have done their best to help, by using dead, almost dead and zombie mice to try and acclimaties me to them, but still. HATEHATEAHTE the beady eyes and the scuttling and the teeth and the TAILS and eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I have to stop now.
Food
ahahahaahaha. This could be an entry all of it's own. I am Not Good With Food (not that you'd think it to look at me). Especially new, strange, foreign or slithery foods.
I am a terrible terrible person to cook for because people try so hard to think up lovely things that any normal person would enjoy and to almost all of them I go 'sorry, no' and then I feel awful. Especially when they are used to making tasty vegetarian food and are sure they are on to a winner but there will still be cheese or aubergines or sweetcorn or eggs or pasta or something EVIL involved. So mostly I avoid being cooked for where at all possible, it is easier on everyone! Just make some popcorn. And/or toast ;)
Snowmen
Very random! It's years since we've had enough snow here to actually make a snowman. I don't think I've made once since I was at school! I wonder if I have a photo of that one anywhere, I am sure I do!
Also now I have that bloody walking in the air song in my head.
And it is time to flee homewards and horsewards. Hurrah!
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Date: 2009-03-06 05:07 pm (UTC)and here, i cook for you and you eat it and all! Go me!
HAVE SOME MOAR SWEETCORN
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Date: 2009-03-06 06:24 pm (UTC)Or worse the 'I know you're vegetarian so I've made a seperate thing specially for you, what time will you be here?'
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Date: 2009-03-09 09:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-06 06:47 pm (UTC)Just chips.
I'll be safe with chips.
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Date: 2009-03-06 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-06 07:45 pm (UTC)Please send me your share, thank you.
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Date: 2009-03-07 05:44 pm (UTC)When I went veggie I actually found that if I cooked veg myself, I actually liked some of them (not many though).
I never stopped liking the smell of meat so it was upsetting when I'd go round someone's house and there'd be a nice meaty dish for meaty people, and beans for me. That my meat-free phase lasted three years is something of an acheivement, I think.
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Date: 2009-03-08 07:11 pm (UTC)2. just checked the news headlines for the first time since saturday afternoon.
oh.
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Date: 2009-03-09 09:56 am (UTC)EVIL SHITS.
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Date: 2009-03-09 10:28 am (UTC)2. W.T.F? jesus.