Posting challenge

[magnetic_pole]

First, a fannish announcement: wrisomifu is back again! Not up for NaNoWriMo and 1667 words a day? For wrisomifu, you need only commit to writing for ten minutes every day throughout November, and you're encouraged to complain bitterly about it the whole time. New members are accepted on October 30 and 31--check out their introductory post here.

Belatedly following on delphi's and perverse_idyll's example:



1. In 2000, while staying at a hotel, I tripped over the corner of a king-sized bed and fell on the floor. I broke my fall by putting my arm out, and my elbow snapped about 90 degrees in the wrong direction. I was reassembled by an orthopedic surgeon who treated injured members of the local football team, and I now have about twenty screws in my elbow holding me together. Despite several months being stretched out in a rack (really, the medieval kind), my left arm no longer fully extends.

2. My first name in RL is one of the most common for women born in the US in the decade in which I was born. During elementary school, every class had two or three girls named [First Name,] and so I often think of myself as [First Name Last Name,] because it's been so important to clarify which [First Name] I was. I asked my parents once why they'd chosen it, and they said they simply thought it was a beautiful name; they had no idea so many other young parents in their generation were choosing it.

3. I find it disturbing how easily I write Dumbledore, and how much fun I have doing so. You draw your own conclusions.

4. I can name all the stops in my local subway system. (Though, lest my head swell too much, I should point out I don't live in New York, Seoul, Shanghai, Paris, or London.) As you might expect, this is a sign I'm fascinated by transit systems. It also means I used to have a good memory--though I suspect these days I couldn't memorize the list.

5. I can be surprisingly ignorant of pop culture. Many years ago, while working at a book store, I hesitated to lend a pen to a customer. "We only have two left up here at the counter," I said. "You'll bring it back, right?" Turns out it was Damon Wayans, signing autographs. He was very gracious about it and returned the pen. My coworkers laughed at me.

I've abbreviated the challenge from "Ten Random Things" to "Five," lowering the barrier to entry for those of us who have led unusually unremarkable lives. Anyone want to join me?

Comments

[boxofdelights]

2. ME TOO. In French class I got to be Solange because girls who came earlier in the alphabet got Susanne and Susette, but for most of my primary education I was Susan R.

[magnetic_pole]

That [First Name Last Initial] approach makes me smile--such a reminder of my childhood. I was also called Big [First Name], both because I was older than the other [First Names] and also always a bit taller and, well, rounder. Didn't bother me a bit back then, though now I look back and cringe.

Meanwhile, I like Solange! You were lucky to miss out on the common first names. :) M.