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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2. Andy M. Stewart's "The Errant Apprentice."

Cos it's the story of my life? ;-)

Seriously--did I tell you that I sing it? Or is there something cosmicish going on here? ;-)

3. You translate beautifully.

Thanks!

4. When you wrote out your username, I thought it was Welsh.

I remember that, also.

5. Des Helani, from Doris Egan's Two-Bit Heroes.

I don't know that one. Will have to read it.

6. What is your native accent?

I'm not sure, to be honest. I just... sound the way I sound. I can try to make myself sound American--Southern being the most effective--but it sounds faked, particularly the rhythm.

I have nightmares sometimes about starting to remember, say... growing up in an America where the mid-Atlantic and parts south became as thoroughly Recusant as colonial New England became Puritan, or rather more so. Cos I'd not know if I were going insane, or quite the opposite.

7. When you get one, I’ll let you know . . .

True. ;-)

I should do somethign about that.

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Seriously--did I tell you that I sing it? Or is there something cosmicish going on here?

Blame the cosmos: I hadn't even heard the song when I met you.

I don't know that one. Will have to read it.

It's the second of three, The Gates of Ivory, Two-Bit Heroes, and Guilt-Edged Ivory, which are unfortunately not a trilogy, but an open-ended series whose publisher stupidly let fall out of contract and into obscurity. They follow a futuristic scholar named Theo who comes to Ivory, the only known planet where magic is supposed to work, to collect stories for her PhD. She is promptly rolled in an alley, loses her passport, her return ticket, and all her money, and spends the next few years working as a market fortuneteller; until the day when a stranger shows up with a deck of cards that it seems she genuinely can read. His name is Ran Cormallon, of a well-known sorcerous (and more than slightly mob-like) family, and he wants to hire her. Chaos ensues. They are wonderful. The author is tightropegirl.

I should do somethign about that.

Yep.