Everything we do tonight is wrong, wrong, wrong

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From kraada, a meme. I will be out of town for the weekend and potentially AWOI (absent without internet), so my replies may take a few days, but—

Comment and I will:

1. Tell you why I added you to my friends list and/or why I keep you there.

2. Associate you with something. A song, a color, a work of art, a character in a play, a piece of fruit. SOMETHING.

3. Tell you something I like about you.

4. Tell you a memory I have of you/us.

5. Associate you with a character from a book or a film.

6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. (Or else I'll just ask a random question. I reserve that right.)

7. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.

8. In return, you must spread this disease in your LJ.

Comments

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What the heck, I'm in. I'll get round to putting it on my page eventually.

Though now I'm trying to figure out what piece of fruit you are...

Everything we do tonight is wrong, wrong, wrong

Seconded.

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1. You are a polymathic geek of the first water. I think our brains pick up some of the same radio static. I have just lost my license to mix metaphors.

2. The kumquat.

3. More than occasionally, you react to particularly interesting information with an approving headbang and sign of the horns.

4. On observing me to bite the end off an ice cream cone and vampirize out the remainder of the ice cream, you declared that I must be your long-lost, alternate-universe twin.

5. Telemain, from Patricia C. Wrede’s Enchanted Forest Chronicles.

6. What is the first book you remember reading?

7. The photograph of you and . . . whatever it is you have on your fork . . . is particularly charming.

Though now I'm trying to figure out what piece of fruit you are...

Oh?

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1. Polymathic geek. Funny, that's what I'd say about you.
radio static Yeesh, I just used radio static as a metaphor in a non-public journal entry!
Heh. And, of course, your answer to Nine could've applied to me, too...HOW many people have you infected with this form of time-eating virus?

2. Don't think I've ever eaten one, oddly.

5. Haven't met him yet, have I?

6. I must have been about three, sitting in bed in some parent's arms, learning to read out of some book written more-or-less for that purpose: about some undersea creatures. I don't remember the details, only the last line "Spongey Sponge likes you too!" [This, of course, long before SpongeBob. Hm, a possible inspiration?]
...And the fact that whichever parent it was and I took turns reading passages, and I never wanted to be the one to read: they could read so much more fluidly, and do all the voices.

7. It's an octopus, silly!

What's this about being set up with a prince? Or have I heard this story? (Don't answer if you don't feel like it--this is not the meme. yet.)

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Funny, that's what I'd say about you.

Heh. Thank you. I am honored!

Yeesh, I just used radio static as a metaphor in a non-public journal entry!

You also use the sound effect "Yeesh." I am now trying to remember if Calvin and Hobbes is where I picked it up . . .

HOW many people have you infected with this form of time-eating virus?

Σωκράτη φησὶν ἀδικεῖν τούς τε νέους διαφθείροντα καὶ θεοὺς οὓς ἡ πόλις νομίζει οὐ νομίζοντα, ἕτερα δὲ δαιμόνια καινά . . .

Don't think I've ever eaten one, oddly.

They are small, pungent, orange-colored citrons, whose rind is sweeter than its enclosed fruit, as a consequence of which the kumquat is usually eaten whole. My grandmother used to buy them, and for some reason I believe I once had a marmalade made partially from kumquats. But my primary association with them is an exchange from The Fantasticks:

"You're standing in my kumquats!"

"Sorry!"

I am not sure either of these anecdotes adequately explains why I thought of you. But I did.

Haven't met him yet, have I?

Have you read / are you reading the series? If you do so in chronological order (rather than publishing: the last book in the quartet was the first written, and later revised slightly to match its predecessors), he is first sighted in the second book, Searching for Dragons. He is a theoretical magician with an intensely technical vocabulary and an enthusiastic disregard for the comprehension of his audience unless forcibly reminded; if he accidentally unraveled the fabric of the universe in the course of an experiment, he would take meticulous notes right up to the point his notebook ceased to exist. fleudelis28 and I have long agreed that, in this world, he would instantly gravitate to MIT.

It's an octopus, silly!

I thought it was spaghetti!

What's this about being set up with a prince? Or have I heard this story?

I don't think so. setsuled used my likeness and a partial acronym of my name for a minor character in his webcomic The Adventures of Boschen and Nesuko (which while it ran was one of the better things I had ever read online, and now that it's finished, I am eagerly awaiting the next project). As a natural consequence of the plot (which I will not get into, in hopes that you will just read the comic), my alter ego ended up with a prince. In that universe, much worse things could have happened.

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"You're standing in my kumquats!"

I associate them with the very strange YA novel Octopus Pie