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emperor, if you would like me to pick three of your profile interests that I'd like to hear you talk about, comment on this post to say so.
I was a bit apprehensive about participating in this meme, as the bulk of my profile interests date from the creation of my livejournal back in 2000, when I was an angsty, pretentious teenager, and definitely selecting them as much to make myself seem interesting and cool as to accurately express who I was. I'm actually slightly surprised, looking back at them now, how many of them do still capture aspects of the world that I find appealing or interesting. Anyway,emperor asked me about:
nothing
Hah. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that this was me being angsty and goth. Or, more charitably, seriously depressed. I think there was probably some deliberate double entendre - on the one hand a sweeping ennui that meant I couldn't really sustain interest in anything, and on the other a real and active longing for oblivion as an end to the pain I was in. But whilst neither of those feelings trouble me now, I still have an interest in a different kind of nothingness - the pursuit of that self-emptying entry into the cloud of unknowing that stands between us and God.
readthroughs
Now, this was obviously a slightly later addition, because I don't think I started going to readthroughs until around 2004 or thereabouts, but since then they've become one of my favourite things to do with my clothes on, and the vehicle through which nearly all my closest friendships either began or developed. I simply cannot imagine what my life would look like now if Bardcamp hadn't been part of it.
the cusp of seasons
This phrase comes with an intensely striking image - I don't think it's a memory of a real moment, but I could be wrong - of walking through Cambridge on a bright crisp day towards the end of Michaelmas, with bright red and golden leaves piled high, and maybe a few still left on the trees, but a bitter cold that threatens snow just around the corner. I am much more at home in autumn and spring than I am in summer and winter; not just because I don't like extremes of temperature, but because somehow the world always feels more filled with possibilities.
emperor, if you would like me to pick three of your profile interests that I'd like to hear you talk about, comment on this post to say so.I was a bit apprehensive about participating in this meme, as the bulk of my profile interests date from the creation of my livejournal back in 2000, when I was an angsty, pretentious teenager, and definitely selecting them as much to make myself seem interesting and cool as to accurately express who I was. I'm actually slightly surprised, looking back at them now, how many of them do still capture aspects of the world that I find appealing or interesting. Anyway,
emperor asked me about:nothing
Hah. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that this was me being angsty and goth. Or, more charitably, seriously depressed. I think there was probably some deliberate double entendre - on the one hand a sweeping ennui that meant I couldn't really sustain interest in anything, and on the other a real and active longing for oblivion as an end to the pain I was in. But whilst neither of those feelings trouble me now, I still have an interest in a different kind of nothingness - the pursuit of that self-emptying entry into the cloud of unknowing that stands between us and God.
readthroughs
Now, this was obviously a slightly later addition, because I don't think I started going to readthroughs until around 2004 or thereabouts, but since then they've become one of my favourite things to do with my clothes on, and the vehicle through which nearly all my closest friendships either began or developed. I simply cannot imagine what my life would look like now if Bardcamp hadn't been part of it.
the cusp of seasons
This phrase comes with an intensely striking image - I don't think it's a memory of a real moment, but I could be wrong - of walking through Cambridge on a bright crisp day towards the end of Michaelmas, with bright red and golden leaves piled high, and maybe a few still left on the trees, but a bitter cold that threatens snow just around the corner. I am much more at home in autumn and spring than I am in summer and winter; not just because I don't like extremes of temperature, but because somehow the world always feels more filled with possibilities.
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Discordianism is, as you may know, a joke religion centred around Eris Discordia. This one's definitely in the department of "I wrote this list 20 years ago". For a long time, it was the case that I'd never lost https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/859/illuminati when allowed to play the Discordian Society; once winning having taken over a position that someone else had walked away from in despair.
Sexy Losers started life as "The Thin H Line", a webcomic which was partly black humour and almost entirely rude. Typical of it is the one with Luke being told Vader is his father and Leia his sister, with the final panel showing him musing, trousers around his ankles and Leia kneeling, "gee, I think I'll confront Vader first", although my personal favourite is a Poe parody guest strip which ends "It is the fapping of his hideous hand!" (It may, in fact, have invented the "fap fap fap" onomatopaeia...)
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