RULES: Tell your followers 11 random facts about yourself, and tag 11 people in return! Tag backs are allowed, but you mustn’t repeat any of the facts you mentioned previously!
I had the good fortune to be tagged by the wonderful @biberrymuffin! Thank you!
1. I have a lot of difficulty telling left from right, but I’m good with cardinal directions.
2. I don’t swear. When I was six I was making up words to make my baby brother laugh, and suddenly at a word I made up my mom whirled and demanded, “Where did you hear that?” And she was so shocked and upset that I.. just… can’t. Even though she doesn’t care now, and I have been in situations where it’s far more embarrassing and socially inappropriate to not swear. I’ve been trying to cultivate it a little, for fanfic, but my comfort level will only let me go so far.
3. I was homeless for two weeks in 1998, but like, couchsurfing homeless.
4. Before the latest toe incident - and that was never made official - the smallest amount of time that had gone between my breaking a bone and having it diagnosed as broken was two weeks. The largest, nine years.
5. People who see me in person tend to underestimate my age, my upper body strength, my level of physical fitness, and my smartitude.
6. I have written six novels. Three of them are about Ylvis.
7. In 1997 I snuck backstage after a Yes concert (because my Rush t-shirt was the exactly blue of the backstage pass) and met Alan Parsons, Ian Bairnson, Billy Sherwood, Alan White, and Jon Anderson. Jon shook my hand, but before we could speak one of his people let him know he was needed elsewhere. But he kept hold of my hand the whole time that they were talking, and then said, “Sorry, I have to go,” and blew me a kiss.
8. Back when I lived in downtown Toronto, my favourite thing to do on a Friday night would be to just walk out of my rooming house/apartment and go on adventures.
9. To me, everything that I do is perfectly sensible and logically laid out, but especially when I was a kid, people would see my workspace and think I was a trainwreck. I used to just accept that until someone I was working for called me organized, and when I protested, she said, “Well, stuff gets done.” (Come to think of it, most of my life has been this process of thinking I’m terrible at something, only to find out that I’m not nearly as bad as I thought I was. So maybe I should just be cockier.)
10. I’m ace, but I made an exception for this one guy once and it’s lasted twelve years. It blows my mind that it’s been that long, because I still think of myself as fundamentally single.
11. After eighteen years in Toronto, I’m living with my parents again, because jobs are ridiculously scarce, and because I trained for over a decade for a career in academia that I can’t pursue if I’m working full-time in a factory. I love my parents, and it is very comfortable here and it’s so nice to be comfortable, but I hope like heck it’s only temporary.
I tag @humbae, @hydie-von-shuffle, @chaoticellum, @charlies-drumming-on-miss-you, @surroundedbyselcouth, @it-is-baja, @krokomot, @alxhxmora, @nirnaed–arnoediad, @vegardisfinn, and @twoshotsofhappyoneshotofsad, if you want to!
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