(no subject)
Dec. 11th, 2003 03:03 pmI nabbed this from
jenavira and I would appreciate it if you all would respond. For we are all Friends, here. You can even tell me something I already know.
To wit:
I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, 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 friended me and I thank you.
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...she likes spinach."
I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.
ETA: my mood, because
elke_tanzer asked so nicely, is now appropriately quixotic.
To wit:
I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, 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 friended me and I thank you.
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...she likes spinach."
I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.
ETA: my mood, because
no subject
Date: 2003-12-11 04:29 pm (UTC)I'm not sure. I hope that if I lend it to Fi, she will like it enough to copy it, then copies can be sent.
I'm a sucker for 70s political thrillers, myself, American style.
Me too, oftentimes TV movies.
I can only assume the 80s in Britain comes with the same bad hair, low-rider automobiles and smarmy spies? With smart, funny banter and love-hate relationships between powerful women and caddish men?
Bad hair, wicked deeds and hate-filled sex. A former Special Branch officer who has a nervous breakdown after the death of his daughter and admits that he cracked an IRA terrorist by caressing him because the man had only ever experienced violent or paid-for touching in his adult life. A battle between good and evil. A main character who turns into flowers on a mountainside. (with music by Eric Clapton)
But you do suck at meeting people, though it's no fault but your own.
True alas. I can only keep working at it.