Lifted from Bookczuk, who stole it from Yoko, who nicked it from...

[skyring]

Who are you?
Are we friends?
If we've met, when and how did we meet?
What social event or place would you like to go to with me?
Would you kiss me?
Describe me in one word.
What was your first impression?
Do you still think that way about me now?
What reminds you of me?
If you could give me anything what would it be?
How well do you know me?
When's the last time you saw me?
Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?

Comments

Re: Cripes, Wren! Where's that closing tag?

[whytraven.livejournal.com]

Awww, now I'm all blushy. ;-)

I pretty much don't take passengers, but having added 3000 miles to my riding experience in the equivalent of three weeks, I guess I might have a few more skills kicking around these days. We'll see.

Did you really say that I was your hero?

EXTRACT: Raven's Roads, (c) 2005 Linda Raven Moore


So the first ice-breaker of the 2005 North American Book Crossing Convention was a Book Crossing baby shower for Marina, which started with a casual, only half-serious comment by email. It was a delight. I had asked people to contribute books, which in keeping with Book Crossing style did not have to be new, and should be registered; there were many books, and also many presents of a more general style, including a baby cowboy suit, which took the biscuit. People showed up a few at a time and there were hugs and helloes as new friends were made and old ones were renewed.

Most of us don't see one another except for online during the year, and it was wonderful to put faces to screen names and find out what the real names were. Pete-Skyring from Australia wandered in and immediately recognised me. “My hero!” he cried, having been following my adventures on Live Journal all along, and immediately scopped me up in a big hug and kiss. I was incredibly touched.

Often, people recognised me long before I recognised them, mostly because I post lots of pictures and am perhaps a bit more open about sharing my life online, at least with my friends. I have been playing in the online world since 1992, and I guess I am not nearly as shy as most...I save my shyness for the real world. Feeling like an unutterable geek, I frequently had to ask people what their user name was first, but with Pete the soft-spoken Australian accent was an immediate and dead giveaway.

Re: Cripes, Wren! Where's that closing tag?

[skyring.livejournal.com]

Crikey! Do I have an accent?

I've been following your life for a year or more now, and in that time you've gone further afield than I ever had, and you've persevered with learning to ride a motorbike in difficult conditions. You've done or are doing some bold and magic things and I've sought inspiration from you in my own life, though not to the extent of riding a motorbike. Fair suck!

You've gone whipping off to the UK at the drop of a hat, and maybe that was in my mind when I decided to fly to Washington in January. Your joy in travel and taking photographs and Bookcrossing and general geekiness matches mine, and it was YOU I wanted to see most of all in Fort Worth.

We both seemed to be having adventures on the way to the convention, and I might have flown two thirds of the way around the globe to get there and had a wonderful Bookcrossing adventure of my own, but it was all comfortable chairs and cities and a roof over my head.

In comparison, you were out there in the vast wilderness, just you and a bike and a couple of saddlebags. I was enormously impressed at your courage, and even more so when I flew to San Francisco and looked down on the great deserts and mountains you'd crossed.

I scopped you up in my arms, did I? Looks like that manuscript needs proofreading, and you may send it along as soon as ever you like!

Re: Cripes, Wren! Where's that closing tag?

[whytraven.livejournal.com]

I think I will save this as one of my all-time favourite posts. ;-)