&* -NAME/NICKNAME: Campbell (I’m a pretentious tumblr wanker so I use my middle name here)
&* -GENDER: Female and agender, or maybe gendervague, or maybe I’m a tree or something ASK ME ABOUT MY PERSONAL GENDER SYSTEM, I’M A COMPLETE CRACKPOT
&*- HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hmm tricky. Pottermore stuck me first in Slytherin and then in Ravenclaw, but if I understand it correctly according to this site http://sortinghatchats.tumblr.com/post/121904186113/the-basics, I’m probably some kind of mutated burnt Griffindor/Hufflepuff primary with Ravenclaw secondary and oh god I don’t even want to get into the models & performances.
&*- FAVORITE COLOR/S: Dark green, cobalt, some browns, dark red, amber, black, almost anything that isn’t too bright and has complexity. It’s a migraine thing.
&*- FICTIONAL CHARACTER I’D LIKE AS A SIBLING: This depends--is it the fictional kind of sibling where you’re each other’s best friends, or is it the real kind where your shared childhood was a mess of shrieking and fighting and now you’re awkward at best? I don’t know, I can’t even imagine.
&*- NUMBER OF BLANKETS I SLEEP WITH: ....as many as I need? Actually sometimes more than I need, I love pressure and without a blanket I feel like I’m about to drift away. I should probably get a weighted blanket or something.
&*- DREAM VACATION: Finland, or Tuva, or Mongolia, or--wait, why do I want to go places where I’d freeze my ass off and I would hate the food? I guess anyplace beautiful and different from where I’m from, with a lot of interesting animals and plants and maybe cool rock formations. Or a place where you can collect interesting rocks, I’m addicted to that.
&*- WHAT I’M CURRENTLY WEARING: A godawful combination of a pink-and-blue-and-yellow-and-white-striped long-sleeved shirt (highly unusual: most of my shirts are black, red, dark blue, or brown), nasty olive-brown house pants (by which I mean soft, stretchy, messy pants that were probably office pants maybe 15 years ago but lost their shape and got pilly), basic black socks that I have 6 pairs of so it’s easy to find matches for them, my glasses, a small barrette that lost its fake-tortoiseshell coating and is now just metal.
&*- WHAT I POST: Whatever I feel like. Okay fine, Starfighter and complaints about my personal life mostly (these are the two things I came to tumblr for) and then whatever else happens to catch my attention. A mixture of sloppy essays (I think I’m supposed to call this “meta” but I refuse to, “meta” is when there are layers of reference), crappy attempts at art and edits, random thoughts, reblogs, whatevs.
&*- DO YOU GET ASKS ON A REGULAR BASIS? I wouldn’t say on a regular basis, but I do get a few. It surprised me when I started getting them because I thought no one was reading me! I like them even though it sometimes takes me days to answer.
&*- AESTHETIC: Is this like those “aesthetic” posts? WAIT I KNOW, THIS IS AN ATTEMPT TO ESTABLISH MY BRAND. Okay so you know those fancy pictures of Slavic ladies in complex multi-tiered flower crowns and embroidered dresses and wild vivid costume makeup? That stuff, but on, like, a rhinoceros. And an iguana, and an elephant, and a put-upon bison, and a sarcastic-looking Komodo monitor, and a very melancholy toad. Also the insides of fruit held up to the light. And old knives & swords. And those glacial caves in Antarctica that look like giant ice twats.
&*- STAR SIGN: Aquarius
&*- LAST THING GOOGLED: “gpoy,” from the tumblr accent challenge meme
&*- FAVOURITE MUSIC ARTISTS: oh god too many to list here. Maybe I should talk about genres instead? I’m into Balkan and Nordic and Mongolian and British folk and klezmer both traditional and updated. I fucking love genre crossovers, especially if it’s something harsh with something sweet (folk metal and folk rap are awesome!). I’ve been told I like complicated rhythms (which makes sense given the Balkan thing). A couple months ago I discovered electroswing and I’m really into that now. Cheesy Serbian pop keeps my heart beating. I also just have all kinds of random songs in my itunes because of an irl friend with eclectic tastes who posts mixes a lot on LJ. What will get me to like a song: any combination of pungent, urgent, or longing. Also cellos, jaw harp, or throatsinging. What I don’t like: modern jazz (and anything else without discernible patterns), bland stuff, whiny male vocalists, high-pitched metallic noises.
&*- DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BLOGS? I have an LJ but I almost never go there anymore. I’ve thought about starting a music blog here but I suspect no one would be interested.
&*- WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL? Everything I wanted was taken except for the names I usually go by, and I didn’t want to use those. Earlier that day I’d read an article about tardigrades that mentioned “tardigrade death posture”--i.e. straight and stiff as a board, and I just thought it sounded kinda metal. It was probably stupid of me because people irl associate me with tardigrades for reasons. Yes, I have eight stubby legs and the face of a Lovecraftian horror--you guessed it.
&*- AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP? I have no sleep schedule but I sleep to cope, so....probably a lot usually.
&*- LUCKY NUMBER: I like 7 but I have no idea what numbers may or may not have been lucky for me. I just like it because it’s green (I have a bit of synesthesia).
&*- FAVOURITE CHARACTER: I can’t ever pick just one, aaah. But you’ll know who I like by who I post about! Let’s just say I tend to like side characters and be underwhelmed by protagonists. This is probably because side characters have actual personalities instead of being a bland stand-in for as many readers as possible. There are notable exceptions, of course. Just like with real people, I go wild for grumpy or dorkily enthusiastic.
&*- DREAM JOB: time cop hunter/gatherer meter maid illustrator occupational therapist these all depend heavily on me being able to do the job in question, and I’m not functioning too well at this point in my life, ugh ugh ugh. Frankly I was terrible at getting things done even in my better days--it’s the central plague of my life.
&*- FOLLOWING: Following implies the ability to keep up, ahahaha.
