Sententiola

Summary: a meme where I say ten things about myself.  Press J to skip down (or K to skip up).

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I’m actually not tagging anyone because, after subtracting Alex and the people Alex already tagged, I haven’t actually got ten tumblfriends who do memes!  But, er, if you want to do this meme, consider yourself tagged.  :)

Okay, ten things about me.  Hmm.

1. I picked up the complete Buffy DVDs in the sales and I’m part of the way through the first season.  I’ve actually never watched it properly, in the right order and stuff.  I watched some episodes from later seasons when they were on television the first time round, but not enough to really know what was going on.  So yay, catching up with late-1990s pop culture at last!  After this I might even read some Harry Potter books or something.
2. (Speaking of Buffy, you know the Moloch episode?  You know the bit where Moloch brings up Buffy’s student record on the screen, and then sends it to the kid who’s in his thrall and says ‘watch her’?  Is there a theory about why when it comes up on the first screen it says she’s a sophomore and her date of birth is in October 1980, and then when it comes up on the kid’s screen it says she’s a senior born in 1979?  Or is it just an inexplicable continuity error?)
3. (I’m not counting number 2 as a thing about me, by the way, I just wanted to start a new paragraph and I’m in list-format so it has to have a number.  So don’t count number 2.  Or, er, number 3.)
4. (So just to be clear, the next one should be counted as number 2, and then you go on counting from there.  This one doesn’t count either.  So here comes number 2…)
5. My breathing is still kinda wonky sometimes.  Long-term followers may remember that when I moved into my current flat I thought I was allergic to my bedroom because I was having trouble breathing at night.  And then I realized it might be my nice new duvet, and it was.  It’s definitely a lot better since then, with my even newer hypoallergenic duvet, but still sometimes if there’s a lot of dust or if it rains overnight or for no discernible reason I’ll have a few nights when I cough a lot and have to prop myself up on a big pile of pillows to sleep.  Pear keeps telling me I should see a doctor, which is correct and I’ll try to do that soon.
6. Pear is lovely and takes care of me and I love them.
7. There are so many people I wish I had time to follow on Tumblr because I keep catching glimpses of them being awesome all over the place.  I can’t even remember who they all are, but if you follow me and are awesome and I don’t follow you then you’re probably one of them.
8. I like my eyebrows.  They’re good eyebrows.  I wish I had slightly better motor-control over them, for irony / comedy purposes.
9. Pear says I should mention that I speak Latin, because some of you who are new may not know this.  So that’s a thing.  I haven’t really done it for a while because my main Latin-speaking occasion is the London Latin Circle, which meets on Thursday evenings, and Revels also rehearses on Thursday (and Tuesday) evenings from October to mid-December.  But I’ll go to the next session, next week, and hopefully I won’t find I’ve forgotten how to say anything.
10. (Remember, this isn’t actually number 10, this is number 7, because 2-4 don’t count.  Er, also this one doesn’t count, so it isn’t number 7.  Number 7 is the next one.  Yes.)
11. Pear also says I should say that I have hetasomethingsomethingchromia.  Which is apparently the fancy name for the fact that the colour of the outer edges of my irises (irides?) is different from the colour near the pupils.  Or something.  I don’t know, you might need to ask Pear about that one.
12. And I only wear blue, black, white, and grey.  I don’t really remember why, it’s just become a thing.  It makes matching clothes easier, which is useful because my sense of colour is not that great.  I mean I can tell the difference between colours — I think I’m probably fairly average at that, not especially bad — but I haven’t got great instincts about what colours don’t go well together.  Of course not all shades of blue or black or grey go together but the odds are better.
13. I nearly collided with the Secretary of State a couple of days ago.  I was going down in the lift and reading Through the looking-glass, and the lift stopped so I just sort of assumed it had reached the floor I wanted to get off at and I started going out of the lift, and he was looking at his phone and started trying to come into the lift.  But we noticed each other in time and didn’t crash, which is good because that would probably have been treason or something.  He was quite apologetic about it, even though it was at least half my fault.  He looks better in person than he does on television.
14. (So, I’m sure you’re already totally on top of it by now, and I don’t want to be annoying, but just in case you’ve lost track, this next one is going to be number 10, which is the last one.  Okay, so, yes, good.)
15. I had a great-aunt whom I always called Aunt Audrey and every single other person in my family called Vera.  I’d always thought it was a bit odd that everyone else kept getting her name wrong, but it was only some time after she died that I thought more carefully about it and realized that it was really a very curious thing.  I asked Dad (her nephew) and he explained that when I was born he asked her whether she would like me to call her Auntie Vera, like he and his sisters did, or Great-Aunt Vera, or something else.  And she revealed, rather to his surprise, that not only did she not really like being called Auntie Vera but she didn’t especially like being called Vera at all.  She much preferred her middle name, Audrey.  But no one had ever asked her what she wanted to be called, and she had never said anything.  So I called her Aunt Audrey.  And now ever since Dad told me that story I try to check with people from time to time that I’m calling them what they want to be called, ‘cause I have this sort of horror of one day finding out that I’ve spent decades calling someone by a name they don’t like.  D:
16. (That was the last one.  That was ten things.)
17. (I’m pretty sure it was ten.)
18. (Yup, I just counted again, that was definitely ten things.  So it’s over now.  That’s it.)
19. (Bye.)

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