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Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger set for you and then make 11 new ones.
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1) How do you feel about ghosts?
Every ghost walk I’ve ever been on has scared the SHIT out of me. I was terribly spooked by one of the colleges I visited during my senior year of highschool for no reason I could pin down; I found out later it’s famously haunted. We had the woman who was the inspiration for the show Ghost Whisperer come and speak to my college course on Magic, Witchcraft, and Religion. She was incredibly casual about it and we all left with a sense of the dead. I talk to dead relatives and animals like they are still around, just in case they can hear. I’m Catholic, and believe there’s something more after life has gone.
I don’t know. I really don’t.
2) What is your go-to (or imagined) karaoke song?
Ahahaha. I Kissed a Girl because I know my friends would die laughing? Though man, I hate that song. Probably The Cave by Mumford and Sons, because I know it pretty well even though the range isn’t ideal. Wagon Wheel if by some goddamn miracle they have it.
3) Would you rather win best Director, Screenplay, Actor, or Supporting Actor?
Screenplay. Some very minimal experience tells me I’m a piss-poor director, and a reasonably solid actor, and a fucking hilarious writer, though I suspect mostly by accident.
4) Favorite cracky fandom idea.
I think that’s probably the idea I occasionally entertain of a John-Seb-Sherlock threesome. That’d work, right? Right?
5) Give me two names for your imaginary or potential children (even if you don’t want kids, surely the idea has crossed your mind in your erstwhile youth).
Edith and Mackenzie.
6) If you had to go back and change something about your life, gun to your head, what would you chose?
I—okay, guys. When I was really young, like thirteen or fourteen, I was caught up by this girl Cris who totally ruined my life and pushed me into coming out to a lot of people before I was ready, long before. She wrecked fandomish roleplaying for me for something like eight years, she was abusive and awful and in college I burned every letter she’d written me and everyone expects me to say I would change those three years.
I wouldn’t. Not for the world I wouldn’t because I’m not me, without that time.
What I would change is sleeping with my housemate Clara during college because OH MY GOD SHE WAS FUCKING INSANE DO NOT SHIT WHERE YOU EAT GUYS.
7) Take the first fictional character that pops into your head. That person shows up outside your door one morning, and stays for 24 hours. What do you do?
Captain Will Laurence from Naomi Novik’s Temeraire novels. I would be so sad if he had not brought his dragon and would ask him how long he’d been sleeping with Tenzing Tharkay and generally make him be Incredibly Offended at everything I said and did.
If he brought Temeraire we would go flying.
8) Favorite meal.
Oh god, a glass of milk and a perfectly ripe macintosh apple and the leek-pea-and-bacon pasta Boyfriend and I make sometimes.
9) Tell me a story of a moment in which you felt either real fear, pure delight, a dreamlike state of absurdity, or complete control.
When I was a kid I had a pony, from age eleven to nineteen. My mom and I would go out riding fairly often, me on Rory and her on a borrowed horse called BT. We had a couple of incidents, because BT was sort of like the simple dog, but nothing really big (he did fall off a footbridge once, but it was onto soft ground only a foot down and no one was hurt) until the day we went to Delaney Park. In order to get in or out of the park, you have to go across a half-mile of sand-pit and a raised dirt path maybe fifteen feet wide on foot or horseback; it’s fun, you can race in the sandpits, etc., and then there are woods and streams and a ton of paths and it’s awesome.
So mom and I are finishing up our ride—mind, this was in the days before cellphones were a real big thing, and the only one we carried was shoved down the side of my half-chap—and we come out of the woods at the top of the slope down into the sandpit.
And we look up to a yellow-dark sky and the smell of rain and thunder, very close. You cannot be out with a horse during a thunderstorm, and we had to cross this wide open space to get to the trailer and hi, lightening! and BT hated to load at the best of times and that is when my mother roared at me to gallop my pony across that half-mile and get the trailer open and him on, and she’d follow.
Running before that storm is easily one of my most terrifying and most incredible memories, hands up and tangled in his mane, knees tight to the saddle and sneaking looks backward under my arm like a jockey to check on my mom.
10) What is your favorite spot upon which to be kissed?
The back of my neck, which is also my favorite place for someone I trust to put a hand.
…there is no number eleven. J!
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