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Jun. 6th, 2009 12:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleGive me a character from any fandom, tv show, movie, book you know that I know and I will tell you:
a. My favorite thing about that character.
b. My least favorite thing about that character.
c. One person I would ship them with in their own verse.
d. One crossover ship for them I think would be neat.
e. One crossover universe for them I think would be even neater.
f. Their ship from hell.
g. Their song.
h. The title of their biography or autobiography.
i. The last bad dream they had.
j. How they're gonna shuffle off the mortal coil, if they haven't already.
In other news, I am seriously thinking about going back to school full-time. Not to do law (my parental-inflicted enemy of five and a half hideously boring years) or even english (my first love, and like the first guy I fell in love with, a lot of fun at the time but a total waste in the long run) but something practical. Automotive repair or something.
As things stand at the moment, I have absolutely no transferable skills from the three years I have wasted in call centres. So I give great customer service? All that really means is that I'm adept at taking shit from sub-literate fuckwits. And even with the promotion, so now I'm also good at supporting my team with difficult queries? Great, I have the ability to explain incredibly simple concepts to developmentally-challenged clods. Yay for me.
I've survived this long by telling myself I would take my experiances and shape them into a zeitgeist-capturing satirical novel about a phonemonkey who is driven to become a serial killer by the stupidity and rudeness of the general public, but more and more it feels like I might just skip the writing and go straight to the cutting of throats in real life.
If I could do something where I worked with machines instead of people, it might improve my day-to-day moods, if not my habitually grouchy disposition. Not to mention, I may develop the technical skills I need to build my dream invention, the Deppotron. It's the next generation of my initial dream invention, the Deppbot, but where the Deppbot was purely about sex with a robot that looks like Johnny Depp, the Deppotron comes with added features, like the ability to fly and cook and clean and perform household DIY. And of course it shoots lasers from it's eyes, for those inevitable days where sex and cake aren't going to cheer me up and all that will work is a massacre.
Because sometimes even sex with Johnny Depp isn't as satisfying as really fucking someone up.
a. My favorite thing about that character.
b. My least favorite thing about that character.
c. One person I would ship them with in their own verse.
d. One crossover ship for them I think would be neat.
e. One crossover universe for them I think would be even neater.
f. Their ship from hell.
g. Their song.
h. The title of their biography or autobiography.
i. The last bad dream they had.
j. How they're gonna shuffle off the mortal coil, if they haven't already.
In other news, I am seriously thinking about going back to school full-time. Not to do law (my parental-inflicted enemy of five and a half hideously boring years) or even english (my first love, and like the first guy I fell in love with, a lot of fun at the time but a total waste in the long run) but something practical. Automotive repair or something.
As things stand at the moment, I have absolutely no transferable skills from the three years I have wasted in call centres. So I give great customer service? All that really means is that I'm adept at taking shit from sub-literate fuckwits. And even with the promotion, so now I'm also good at supporting my team with difficult queries? Great, I have the ability to explain incredibly simple concepts to developmentally-challenged clods. Yay for me.
I've survived this long by telling myself I would take my experiances and shape them into a zeitgeist-capturing satirical novel about a phonemonkey who is driven to become a serial killer by the stupidity and rudeness of the general public, but more and more it feels like I might just skip the writing and go straight to the cutting of throats in real life.
If I could do something where I worked with machines instead of people, it might improve my day-to-day moods, if not my habitually grouchy disposition. Not to mention, I may develop the technical skills I need to build my dream invention, the Deppotron. It's the next generation of my initial dream invention, the Deppbot, but where the Deppbot was purely about sex with a robot that looks like Johnny Depp, the Deppotron comes with added features, like the ability to fly and cook and clean and perform household DIY. And of course it shoots lasers from it's eyes, for those inevitable days where sex and cake aren't going to cheer me up and all that will work is a massacre.
Because sometimes even sex with Johnny Depp isn't as satisfying as really fucking someone up.
