What's Your Story?

[Cramulus]

Oh God, Another "Getting To Know You" Thread

When you meet somebody new, you often end up trying to communicate who you are in like 3-4 sentences.

I find that extremely difficult. If I communicate my basic "profile info", it doesn't really carry much of my identity. You know, the basic demographic questions: Where did you grow up? where do you live? where did you go to school? what did you study? where do you work?

Whenever I'm having this conversation, this cartoon comes to mind:



And usually that's why I don't talk about my job unless asked. It's probably one of the most boring things I can talk about.


Anyway, so I'm curious... What do you do, Pee Dee?


I ask for two reasons.

• There are a bunch of you here who I don't know very well
• I am inspired when I hear about the cool stuff that other people do. It makes me go "shit, I gotta get off the couch this week."

I'm also not really sure how to answer it for myself. I guess here's what I think is, even though it may be a bit out of date...

• I make funny, surreal, or just plain weird pamphlets, posters, and booklets
• I maintain a few blogs that I seldom post on, mainly about LARPing and Discordianism

• I hack my neighborhood by putting up signs and posters which do not belong. I'm trying to make my neighborhood a sillier place over time.
• I make card, board, and role playing games
• I write and direct live action role playing games

Disclaimer: Post which might be considered "Attention Whoring" or "Being Outlandish" are A-OK in this thread; I am specifically asking for that kind of stuff. Brag your spag asses off.[/list][/list]

[BabylonHoruv]

I make strange music, which usually centers around someone else's voice which I have chopped up and reproduced.

I run a weekly GURPS game with a group of friends that has been going on for years.

I've just started helping to run a pagan forum that hopefully wont go down in the totalitarian flames that pagan forums usually go down in.

I brew beer (and sometimes cider, and sometimes mead).

I tell my daughter stories about as many gods and goddesses as I can manage (she likes Xochiquetzal, who, to my shame, I have no stories about, she's not so keen on Eris, despite my best efforts).

[LMNO]

I cook, I play music, I write, all with above average success rates.


I'm also a borderline drunk, and I have a lot of sex.

[Suu]

I'm an older sister, an oldest daughter, the oldest granddaughter, the oldest and the oldest grandchild.

I'm an aunt to a beautiful little girl whom I'm not related to by blood.

I'm not a girlfriend. I'm a friend-with-feelings-and-benefits, and I'm okay with this.

I'm an artist and a designer; graphic/fashion/costume.

I'm a novelist and a graphic novelist.

I'm a historian; a Romanophile and a Medievalist.

I'm a reenactor and a recreator.

I'm a businesswoman operating out of Cyprus in the 16th Century and a 3rd Century Roman Debutante.

I'm an Imperial Royal Guard serving Emperor Palpatine at the same time I serve the Rebel Alliance as a B-Wing Pilot. I've also smuggled artifacts for my father and killed my brother for becoming a Sith.

I'm a brewer and a patriot, just like Samuel Adams.

I'm American. Not Irish or Italian. United States of American. I can't change this, and no matter how much I complain, I'm probably not going anywhere else.

I'm also much more boring than you think I'd be in person.




I get paid for almost none of the above.

[Disco Pickle]

I read.  A lot.  Pretty much anything I can get my hands on.  Fiction, non-fiction, doesn't matter.  The less I know about a subject, the more I'm drawn to read about it.  I can't recall the last time I wasn't "in the middle of a book"

I draw when the muse takes me.  I haven't felt very inspired for some time and neglecting to at least practice a bit for the last year or so borders on abuse of the skills I've already acquired over the years.

I like to take 2d drawings and turn them into 3d models, whether I get paid to do it or not.

I used to dabble in electronic music but sold off all of my gear a year and a half ago.  I miss it terribly.

I've recently taken Kite boarding lessons and am contemplating buying some used gear and working that into windy weekends.  It's a fucking blast.

I'm also a borderline drunk at least 3 days of the week.

I don't have sex nearly as much as I'd like to though.

[Succulent Plant]

I paint mediocre paintings and show them off like they're Monet.

I grow as many uncommon plants as I can get seeds or roots for.

I read tons of books.

[Cramulus]

I was talking to this guy I went to high school with. Good friend of mine, by at the end of 12th grade, he looked like he was going to basically be a burnout and not go anywhere. Ten years later...


When he got out of high school, he followed Phish around the country. Dude drove back and forth across the states three times.

Then 9/11 happened and he felt that he needed to do something for the country. So he got a hair cut and enlisted in the marines. Months later, he was on the front lines, simultaneously firing a machine gun and screaming (as I understand it). What a fucking transition! Then when his term was up, he decided not to reenlist. He moved to Bermuda and started his own fishing company. Now he's living large over there, spending his days on a boat, making bank, and taking it easy.

INSPIRATIONAL, really! That guy has packed more life into the last 10 years than I've pulled off in 20. I hear about stuff like that and I go "Wow, what am I doing with my life?"

[Fredfredly ⊂(◉‿◉)つ]

I start stuff and never finish
i tried to learn violin and gave up
i start paintings and dont finish them cause something else comes along to distract me
I have a folder full of tattoos i designed for myself and never got cause i got sick of looking at them
i sit on the internet and wish i was doing something cooler
im still trying to find myself i guess.

[Sita]

I spend more time on the computer than I really should.
I do housework. I fix meals.
I occasionally play on the 360.
I read, though not as much as I used to.
I keep trying to learn to play the piano.
I easily get distracted and/or bored with stuff. Even things that I love doing.

[President Television]

I post on horrible internet forums about nonsensical and dangerous cults of chaos.
I listen to punk rock.
I play and run tabletop RPGs whenever my friends and I have the time.
I play guitar, with mediocre skill.
I have extreme mood swings and sit around the house hallucinating.
I contemplate whether to join the military or go to university for journalism.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I crochet, weave, and quilt. I am resisting the urge to take up knitting. Those lousy smug bastards! *shakes fist*

I collect out-of-print books on the above techniques.

I walk whenever I can and stare at the stars while doing it. I have twisted my ankle doing this only twice. And if you knew what sidewalks in Iowa are like, you would understand that as the god damn miracle it is. Where I lived in PA there were no sidewalks, so no problems there.

I make up rhymes and poems and stories in my head all day long.

Sometimes I write them down.

I'm a novelist and a poet.

I'm always singing (silently, usually) because my head is a warehouse for song lyrics and everything you can say reminds me of a song. Most of my conversations are punctuated by brief bits of song, depending on what word was said.

I dance, just one or two steps, when I'm around people and at work. It makes them stop and it keeps my knees strong.

I try to make every conversation I have with my customers just a little more funny or surreal. I also give random pop quizzes or polls and they don't get their meat or cheese until I get an answer. (The first one it was "Do you know who Sublime is?" The funniest answer was "Hell yeah! Ix-Nay to the Hombre!")

I reorganize stacks of stuff into more artsy-amusing piles.

I pick up litter in parks or malls as I walk.

I talk to trees, birds, and other critters like they can understand me. I had a conversation with a squirrel for about ten minutes. It stopped, put its nut down and delivered a very elegant counterpoint to my assertion that its bushy tail was just for getting the ladies. I think I got burned on that one, but I don't really speak squirrel so I can't say.

I used to fly kites and convince people I could control the wind while doing it. Sadly, my last kite got eaten by the hatch of a Honda Accord.

I used to read voraciously, all gluttonous in my consumption. Now I'm a literary anorexic and it sucks.

I hoard things that I KNOW will be useful for my next project. If I can just get these three projects finished up, everything will be fine. Yep.

I watch people. I don't understand how social interactions work when I come into the scenario so I try to figure it out by studying other people and how they interact but it usually turns into me attempting to lip read and make up what I think they are saying  . . .

I straighten up bookshelves in bookstores. I tidy racks of clothing and shelves of groceries.

I draw, sometimes, when no one can see. I doodle on pages until faces emerge and create all sorts of crazy landscapes.

I used to make 'sig tags' using Paint Shop Pro and make layouts for blogs. I was pretty fucking good at it, too.

I say a quick passing-over-peacefully for roadkill and a quick thank-you to food. When someone is hurting or in trouble or grieving, I light candles for them, hoping that their darkness will have at least one bit of light in it.

I can make leather, preserve meat, build a basic house, dig a well, dig a latrine, plow, plant, and harvest a field. I can raise livestock and butcher them. I can spin, poorly, but I can take what I spin and weave it into cloth, and sew that cloth into clothing. I can can, bottle, and otherwise preserve fruits and veggies without giving anyone botulism. I can make a bow and arrows good enough to hunt with.

I want to take up mask-making and book-binding. Paper and ink making as well.



ETA: Correcting grammar and spelling. Twitch twitch twitch.

[Adios]

I don't do anything anymore.

I think I'll try my hand at writing a fiction. Damn Nessie thread made me think I just might be able to.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I don't do anything anymore.

I think I'll try my hand at writing a fiction. Damn Nessie thread made me think I just might be able to.

[Disco Pickle]

I crochet, weave, and quilt. I am resisting the urge to take up knitting. Those lousy smug bastards! *shakes fist*

I collect out-of-print books on the above techniques.

I walk whenever I can and stare at the stars while doing it. I have twisted my ankle doing this only twice. And if you knew what sidewalks in Iowa are like, you would understand that as the god damn miracle it is. Where I live in PA there were no sidewalks, so no problems there.

I make up rhymes and poems and stories in my head all day long.

Sometimes I write them down.

I'm a novelist and a poet.

I'm always singing (silently, usually) because my head is a warehouse for song lyrics and everything you can say reminds me of a song. Most of my conversations are punctuated by brief bits of song, depending on what word was said.

I dance, just one or two steps, when I'm around people and at work. It makes them stop and it keeps my knees strong.

I try to make every conversation I have with my customers just a little more funny or surreal. I also give random pop quizzes or polls and they don't get their meat or cheese until I get an answer. (The first one it was "Do you know who Sublime is?" The funniest answer was "Hell yeah! Ix-Nay to the Hombre!")

I reorganize stacks of stuff into more artsy-amusing piles.

I pick up litter in parks or malls as I walk.

I talk to trees, birds, and other critters like they can understand me. I had a conversation with a squirrel for about ten minutes. It stopped, put its nut down and delivered a very elegant counterpoint to my assertion that its bushy tail was just for getting the ladies. I think I got burned on that one, but I don't really speak squirrel so I can't say.

I used to fly kites and convince people I could control the wind while doing it. Sadly, my last kite got eaten by the hatch of a Honda Accord.

I used to read voraciously, all gluttonous in my consumption. Now I'm a literary anorexic and it sucks.

I hoard things that I KNOW will be useful for my next project. If I can just get these three projects finished up, everything will be fine. Yep.

I watch people. I don't understand how social interactions work when I come into the scenario so I try to figure it out by studying other people and how they interact but it usually turns into me attempting to lip read and make up what I think they are saying  . . .

I straighten up bookshelves in bookstores. I tidy racks of clothing and shelves of groceries.

I draw, sometimes, when no one can see. I doodle on pages until faces emerge and create all sorts of crazy landscapes.

I used to make 'sig tags' using Paint Shop Pro and make layouts for blogs. I was pretty fucking good at it, too.

I say a quick passing-over-peacefully for roadkill and a quick thank-you to food. When someone is hurting or in trouble or grieving, I light candles for them, hoping that their darkness will have at least one bit of light in it.

I can make leather, preserve meat, build a basic house, dig a well, dig a latrine, plow, plant, and harvest a field. I can raise livestock and butcher them. I can spin, poorly, but I can take what I spin and weave it into cloth, and sew that cloth into clothing. I can can, bottle, and otherwise preserve fruits and veggies without giving anyone botulism. I can make a bow and arrows good enough to hunt with.

I want to take up mask-making and book-binding. Paper and ink making as well.

I got all the way to that point and that's what popped in my head before I got to the rest.

I didn't look very hard for a good gif.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I walk my dog
I hike in the forest
I drink and cook with my friends
I fall in love and have my heart broken far too frequently, at least in the last few years.
I garden, and store food
I fuck around on the internet a lot.