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May. 13th, 2008 01:28 pmI am not a geek. If I say this often enough, it will be true. Just because I read certain books and have played certain games makes me well-rounded, not a specialist in such things.
It's not that I don't want to be a geek. It's just that really and truly, I'm not one. I lack advanced geekly skills and I even more sadly lack advanced geekly obsessions. I'm revisiting the whole of Stargate, for instance, but I will never remember episode names or birthdays.
I want to be a folkdancer too, and folkdancing has to be on hold for a bit. Even when it wasn't on hold I lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. I have a letter to prove it. I can dance Bulgarian rhythms with great exactness, but I look imprecise when I do so.
Also, just for the record, just because I own three skulls (four, including the one I carry my brains in) and one of them is disarticulated and in a 1903 box next to a nineteenth century book containing household hints and next to some handmade lace and Indian arrowheads (not scavenged - I discussed techniques with the maker - why don't I ever use this knowledge in my writing?) does not make me a Goth.
All the food history and cooking doesn't make me a chef, as anyone knows who has tried one of my less-successful experiments. I can cook better than I can play computer games and way better than I can emanate gloom, but I'm still not cheflike. Besides, chefs don't tell nice people that they're eating caterpillars when really, they're eating dried white mulberries.
Add everything together, and what you get is a Gillian. This Gillian is about to take an hour off to watch The House of Eliott and to read another volume of Ex Machina. The combination is sure to resolve any incipient identity crisis.
PS If you think this post might be tongue in cheek then you're entirely correct. I wrote 350 really words about the effects of haunting on one of my characters, late last night and as a result I had interesting dreams. Not - oddly- about ghosts. I see many interesting dreams in my future because I do most of my fiction late.
It's not that I don't want to be a geek. It's just that really and truly, I'm not one. I lack advanced geekly skills and I even more sadly lack advanced geekly obsessions. I'm revisiting the whole of Stargate, for instance, but I will never remember episode names or birthdays.
I want to be a folkdancer too, and folkdancing has to be on hold for a bit. Even when it wasn't on hold I lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. I have a letter to prove it. I can dance Bulgarian rhythms with great exactness, but I look imprecise when I do so.
Also, just for the record, just because I own three skulls (four, including the one I carry my brains in) and one of them is disarticulated and in a 1903 box next to a nineteenth century book containing household hints and next to some handmade lace and Indian arrowheads (not scavenged - I discussed techniques with the maker - why don't I ever use this knowledge in my writing?) does not make me a Goth.
All the food history and cooking doesn't make me a chef, as anyone knows who has tried one of my less-successful experiments. I can cook better than I can play computer games and way better than I can emanate gloom, but I'm still not cheflike. Besides, chefs don't tell nice people that they're eating caterpillars when really, they're eating dried white mulberries.
Add everything together, and what you get is a Gillian. This Gillian is about to take an hour off to watch The House of Eliott and to read another volume of Ex Machina. The combination is sure to resolve any incipient identity crisis.
PS If you think this post might be tongue in cheek then you're entirely correct. I wrote 350 really words about the effects of haunting on one of my characters, late last night and as a result I had interesting dreams. Not - oddly- about ghosts. I see many interesting dreams in my future because I do most of my fiction late.