It isn't even Friday. But it's sort of like Friday in my head. Therefore, Gems of Knowledge!

[featherynscale]

I saw this little request pop up here and there on my list, and it looked like fun, so I'm posting it here. If it's the sort of thing that gives you hives, you are, of course free to ignore it. I'm re-posting the text as-is (as-was?), mostly to preserve the line about she-turnips, which I didn't write, but I like.

I know very little about some of the people on who read my journal. Some people I know relatively well. (Some I know too well. You know who you are.) I read your journals, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you read me and I thank you for your interest in my words.

But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...they listen in rapture to the love-music of she-turnips." I might feel compelled to mock your musical taste, but I'll certainly remember you.

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. If you would like, post this in your own journal and see what gems of knowledge appear.

Extra added bonus: Comments are screened. (I'm hoping someone will tell me something juicy.) If you want commentary on your comment, please mention that it's okay to un-screen (de-screen?) the thing.

Comments

[celtic-elk.livejournal.com]

I'm a sucker for moments of fictional heroism and nobility. There are parts of Lord of the Rings that still move me to tears, even after the Nth viewing. (The sure-fire one - Theodred's funeral scene from the extended cut of The Two Towers. Why Peter Jackson cut that 90 seconds of film from the theatrical version, I will never understand.) Even somewhat-mediocre novels can do this to me, if they catch me in the right way (cf. Gael Baudino's elf books).

Me too.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I am also a vast sucker for that sort of thing. I probably cried eight million times in the various Lord of the Rings films. The big one for me is the charge of the Rohirrim, where they make the "Ride to death and the ending of the world" battle cry.

Also, Gael Baudino's elf books are, indirectly, the way I became Pagan. I was talking to someone about that wacked-ass religion they have and how it seemed a lot more reasonable than 'real' religion to me, and the person I was having the conversation with turned out to be a Wiccan. I was 15 or 16 in this conversation. I don't think I could read those books at all now, though. I think I would toss them against the wall like I always do with Sherri Tepper, and for many of the same reasons.