silverthorne

Stolen from

cluegirl. :)

"Reply to this meme by yelling ~~"Words!"~~ with ~~a couplet of rhyme~~ A favorite movie or book quote, and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you."

And my five words were:

Werewolves
I've always been a fan of horror flicks. Back in New Jersey, when I was home on my own because of snow days, about the only thing I'd want to watch was a PBS special called 'Matinee at the Bijou". And, very often, it would play old 50s horror flicks. My interest was helpfully peaked by my father, who bought me not a few books on old horror films and such actors as Boris Karloff and Lon Chaney (In fact, I still have that very first book!). As I got older, my taste for the scary things got more sophisticated, and I remember that the werewolf mythos never really hit that 'fear factor for me anyway...at least not until movies like The Howling, An American Werewolf in London and A Company of Wolves not only came up with more 'realistic' changes, but more frightening, animalistic designs as well. A human with fur plastered to their face and fangs stuck in their mouth had never convinced me to be afriad.

A bi-pedal wolf-monster with workable, clawed hands, human intelligence mixed with wolf cunning, and at least seven feet tall? Oh yeah, that was something I could be afraid of, especially since I'd had dreams/nightmares about something similar ever since I was six (and long before I watched horror flicks).

Over time, and due to other influences, including the original World of Darkness system, and the werewolf became something more than a random, slavering monster to me. In my mind now, they're creatures that are ruled both by wolf instinct and human social demands...and in a far more complicated mix than simply 'I be alpha! You follow me or die!" or the now old hat of 'animal magnetism' devolving into mad (sometimes beyond even 'kiny' or 'alternative') sex with a side order of 'woe is me! I'm an evil creature' emo trip. There's a lot of potential, both for exploring humanity vs. animality, as well as what a well integrated werewolf, whether monster or 'saint', could be like. But I do feel disappointed in how they're treated in story more often than not these days.

Cancer (Zodiac)
In high school, and for some time after, I was very much into astrology. I never put much stock into the prediction parts of it, but I could often see the whole-cloth patterns of expected behavior and traits each astrology sign carried with it. And when I was in high school, I did seem very much to embody the goofy, crabby, friendly, shy, crabby, moody, giving, clinging and so forth. Sometimes, I can still see it in myself (most often the crabbiness, heh,) but I don't feel as connected to the sign any more. It's sad in a way, because it defined me for a very long time, but I think between the changes I've been through, and avoiding my chosen path for so long (for the same reason a lot of things I used to do just stopped), it's more of a fond memory of a much younger, more naive me. What I am now, in symbols, because that's what it is to me now, I haven't a clue.

Gaming
This is, in some ways, my life's blood. From the first time I held the original Monster Manual and Player's Guide in my eight-year old hands, to now, where RP is often online, either as a co-written medium, or in brief interchanges in the environment of World of Warcraft, I have always, even in the worst of times, managed to role play. It went from entertainment, to an escape, to, sadly, defining me (yes, for a time, I was on of those players), to escaping again, when there were no other escapes, to once more being something I do to enjoy and to allow some of that interactive writing that I was so into in, yes, high school. I think out of all my 'loves', it has truly and honestly been one of a very few constants in my life, and I suspect that it always will be. That, and the image of an 80 year old granny sitting in the old folks home yelling 'give me a natural twenty!' as I roll the dice just brings a chuckle to my heart. ;)

Family
I have been blessed as well as cursed with family. Mom's side was, shall we say, a bit on the loopy and abusive side, and we'll leave it at that. Dad's side was and is the exact opposite in regards to support, love, and sanity. Sad;y, it took me moving away and going through a lot of BS to know just how valuable that really was, and how much I could have trusted them. There were a few 'oops' moments when Dad ran to mom because he wasn't sure what to do with me (He's since then learned why that wasn't such a great idea), but over all, I could have trusted them more than I did.

There are also certain friends I consider family (you know ho you are, or should), and these were the ones who stood by me when things got really ugly...and who also accepted me back once I'd managed to find my way back to them. That's a gift that goes far beyond standard friendship.

Ultimately, I love my family dearly, even if I'm often out of touch. I may not seem close to them, but I am.

'80's Rock
Oh wow...um...heh. I actually started as one of those 'pop' princesses. :P I blame ex-boyfriends and certain friends for my evolution into a rocker chick.

I'll be honest--I knew plenty about the music itself (I cold tell you one measure in what song was playing, even if it was relatively non-descript or very similar to another song), but I wouldn't have been able to tell you even the names of the lead singers. There were maybe one or two rockers I'd squeal over, but in the end, when I did see them, they all looked the same. Heh. It wasn;t until later years (or when someone screwed up enough to be on the evening news more than once in a row) before I learned names, and even now, I couldn't tell you who most of them are.

I still love it.