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Roedhunt's Interview
Friday, May 12th, 2006 09:53 pmOkay! So... here Auntie is, sitting in her chair, being interviewed by Annie... let's make sure my drawl is in order! Here we go!!
What is the one thing – or more – that peeves you most when
reading a fic?
Well! The one thing that really, truly ticks Auntie off is reading an intriguing, interest-catching summary, only to find the author couldn't be arsed off to properly write the thing. I mean, here's this great summary, and the story is flat. Dead. Like the ADULT version of the Dick and Jane books we read in first grade. "See Harry get horny. See Malfoy smirk. See Harry and Malfoy have wild monkey sex in public place and get caught by Snape. See Harry, Malfoy, and Snape become threesome. The end." And that's a good one! Why can't the people who write in this two-dimensional, flat, BORING styles write sucky summaries, too, so I won't bother with the damn thing?? Augh!
Poor spelling or grammar doesn't bother me all that much, if the story is interesting, or just good. But good grammar, excellent spelling, and proper syntax can't improve poor writing at all.
Out of everyone in the world – real or FanFiction – who would you jump in the sack with, no question asked? Why?
Heh, heh, loaded question...well... let's see...hmmmmm in Fan Fiction? Severus Snape. Why? Those hands, that voice... even Rickman's version gets to me sometimes. I figure hands that can manipulate potions ingredients can manipulate ME in ways that...well... leave it to your imagination, but Auntie would be quite willing! And in RL? Trent Reznor... perhaps. That voice of his...}}shiver{{ And he's just so... SNAPE!
If you could be the opposite sex for a day, would you? Why? And what would you do? *evil grin*
If I could be the opposite sex for a day? Hell yes!! Why? So I could get a handle (no pun intended) on what is going on in their pointy little heads! Okay, Auntie is one of those rare females that speaks Guy. When I was a little girl, and a complete tomboy, I spoke Boy, quite fluent in it, actually, and then I spoke Teenage Boy, then 19 Year Old Walking Erection (remember those, girls?), and then Guy. And even so, I have learned more about the male half of our species since I had a son than I have in the previous forty-some years of my life!! I figure if I can learn that much just HAVING a son, what MORE could I learn by actually being one?? What would I do? Hmmm, I could do like my husband and spend a mind-boggling amount of time in front of the mirror inexplicably examining my biceps... I could spend time opening pickle jars in the kitchen... nope, wait, I already do that. I could try to find privacy for a nice wank ...the possibilities are endless, and no, I don't think I'd find some random female to have sex with. Can you imagine if Auntie got her pregnant, trying to explain exactly how that happened to the Husbandly One? Of course, knowing him, it wouldn't bother him much, except that (1) he didn't get to watch or (2) sell tickets. Heh, heh...
Of all the Harry Potter fics out there, which is your absolute favourite? Why?
Actually, there are two. The Indago series by LDDurham, and "Cambiare Podentes: Invocare" by Jordan Grant. I can't quantify why, exactly, because I usually have trouble with the "Harry's life is out of his control, out of his hands" sort of story lines. In fact, LDDurham will tell you, in my comments, that I was fairly nervous reading Indago. As I was reading Annie's "Death of a Soul" series. I mean, there I'd be, sitting at the computer, my heart pounding, adrenaline surging through my system because I wanted to rescue Harry, or start bashing some skulls in, or SOMETHING!! Probably because the thought of anyone's life being out of their control bothers me. As a former anorexic, I can say control is a big issue for me. Not as big as it used to be. I have learned to let go, thanks to the Husbandly One, and the chaos two children can bring to life.
What was the happiest moment of your life?
There are three, actually. The first happened at my wedding, as my mother, and my father walked me up the aisle to where the Husbandly One was waiting for me. I was so nervous, because I am basically a very shy person, just like my dad, and everyone was looking at me, my heart was pounding and I had this irrational fear that I looked like a big poufy pastry walking down the aisle (I didn't) and then, I saw his eyes, looking straight into mine, waiting for me so joyfully, so happy, so sure of what we were doing, and it suddenly dawned on me that I was going to spend the rest of my life going to sleep next to this man, and waking up next to him, and arguing with him, and making up with him, and all of that, and it was so overwhelming I thought my heart was going to burst! It was terrifying, and empowering all at the same time! And when he took my hand, he knew exactly what was going through my head, because he said softly, "I was wondering when it was going to hit you."
The second was the day my daughter was born by emergency c-section. I heard that first cry after they lifted her out of my body, and I thought, "This is real!" and was utterly terrified. How could I be responsible for another person?? I was barely responsible for me!! Then they laid her across my chest, all bundled up, and she opened her eyes to look at me, her little wrinkled face so solemn. I said uncertainly, "Hello there, I'm your mother." Her face smoothed, and she stared intently into my eyes, wriggling in her swaddlings until she worked a hand free, then she reached up and touched my chin, a tiny smile on her face, and I was caught. It was okay. I could do this. And you know, ever since, whenever she's emotionally overwhelmed, she'll come sit in my lap and stroke my cheek and chin and say, "I love you, Mama."
The third was the day my son was born. Again, an emergency c-section, after 24 hours of grunting and pushing. His heart stopped, and well, you know the drill. He was blue when they lifted him out, but wonder of wonders, the doctor started to giggle as she handed him over to the pediatrician, because his little "tallywacker" (as his grandma calls it) went up, and a stream of urine shot over her arm to hit the pediatrician in the middle of her chest. Somehow I knew he was going to be okay, and when they laid him next to me, my first thought was, "oh dear, I gave birth to my dad. How weird is that?" because the Impossible Son looked like all of my father's baby pictures. Then, I worked his blankets loose for the traditional Finger and Toe Count, and began to sing Happy Birthday to him, and was stunned when the operating room personnel joined in. But what made me happiest was after I was in my room, to see my daughter sitting happily with her new brother in her arms, telling him, "I waited a long, long time for you, and I'm so glad you're here!"
Yeah... definitely my happiest moments.
How's that, Annie? Hugs, Auntie!
(You know, I can't help but get the sinking feeling that I'm forgetting something... I know I am... but... my head's like a lumber room sometimes; thing wanted always buried!)
What is the one thing – or more – that peeves you most when
reading a fic?
Well! The one thing that really, truly ticks Auntie off is reading an intriguing, interest-catching summary, only to find the author couldn't be arsed off to properly write the thing. I mean, here's this great summary, and the story is flat. Dead. Like the ADULT version of the Dick and Jane books we read in first grade. "See Harry get horny. See Malfoy smirk. See Harry and Malfoy have wild monkey sex in public place and get caught by Snape. See Harry, Malfoy, and Snape become threesome. The end." And that's a good one! Why can't the people who write in this two-dimensional, flat, BORING styles write sucky summaries, too, so I won't bother with the damn thing?? Augh!
Poor spelling or grammar doesn't bother me all that much, if the story is interesting, or just good. But good grammar, excellent spelling, and proper syntax can't improve poor writing at all.
Out of everyone in the world – real or FanFiction – who would you jump in the sack with, no question asked? Why?
Heh, heh, loaded question...well... let's see...hmmmmm in Fan Fiction? Severus Snape. Why? Those hands, that voice... even Rickman's version gets to me sometimes. I figure hands that can manipulate potions ingredients can manipulate ME in ways that...well... leave it to your imagination, but Auntie would be quite willing! And in RL? Trent Reznor... perhaps. That voice of his...}}shiver{{ And he's just so... SNAPE!
If you could be the opposite sex for a day, would you? Why? And what would you do? *evil grin*
If I could be the opposite sex for a day? Hell yes!! Why? So I could get a handle (no pun intended) on what is going on in their pointy little heads! Okay, Auntie is one of those rare females that speaks Guy. When I was a little girl, and a complete tomboy, I spoke Boy, quite fluent in it, actually, and then I spoke Teenage Boy, then 19 Year Old Walking Erection (remember those, girls?), and then Guy. And even so, I have learned more about the male half of our species since I had a son than I have in the previous forty-some years of my life!! I figure if I can learn that much just HAVING a son, what MORE could I learn by actually being one?? What would I do? Hmmm, I could do like my husband and spend a mind-boggling amount of time in front of the mirror inexplicably examining my biceps... I could spend time opening pickle jars in the kitchen... nope, wait, I already do that. I could try to find privacy for a nice wank ...the possibilities are endless, and no, I don't think I'd find some random female to have sex with. Can you imagine if Auntie got her pregnant, trying to explain exactly how that happened to the Husbandly One? Of course, knowing him, it wouldn't bother him much, except that (1) he didn't get to watch or (2) sell tickets. Heh, heh...
Of all the Harry Potter fics out there, which is your absolute favourite? Why?
Actually, there are two. The Indago series by LDDurham, and "Cambiare Podentes: Invocare" by Jordan Grant. I can't quantify why, exactly, because I usually have trouble with the "Harry's life is out of his control, out of his hands" sort of story lines. In fact, LDDurham will tell you, in my comments, that I was fairly nervous reading Indago. As I was reading Annie's "Death of a Soul" series. I mean, there I'd be, sitting at the computer, my heart pounding, adrenaline surging through my system because I wanted to rescue Harry, or start bashing some skulls in, or SOMETHING!! Probably because the thought of anyone's life being out of their control bothers me. As a former anorexic, I can say control is a big issue for me. Not as big as it used to be. I have learned to let go, thanks to the Husbandly One, and the chaos two children can bring to life.
What was the happiest moment of your life?
There are three, actually. The first happened at my wedding, as my mother, and my father walked me up the aisle to where the Husbandly One was waiting for me. I was so nervous, because I am basically a very shy person, just like my dad, and everyone was looking at me, my heart was pounding and I had this irrational fear that I looked like a big poufy pastry walking down the aisle (I didn't) and then, I saw his eyes, looking straight into mine, waiting for me so joyfully, so happy, so sure of what we were doing, and it suddenly dawned on me that I was going to spend the rest of my life going to sleep next to this man, and waking up next to him, and arguing with him, and making up with him, and all of that, and it was so overwhelming I thought my heart was going to burst! It was terrifying, and empowering all at the same time! And when he took my hand, he knew exactly what was going through my head, because he said softly, "I was wondering when it was going to hit you."
The second was the day my daughter was born by emergency c-section. I heard that first cry after they lifted her out of my body, and I thought, "This is real!" and was utterly terrified. How could I be responsible for another person?? I was barely responsible for me!! Then they laid her across my chest, all bundled up, and she opened her eyes to look at me, her little wrinkled face so solemn. I said uncertainly, "Hello there, I'm your mother." Her face smoothed, and she stared intently into my eyes, wriggling in her swaddlings until she worked a hand free, then she reached up and touched my chin, a tiny smile on her face, and I was caught. It was okay. I could do this. And you know, ever since, whenever she's emotionally overwhelmed, she'll come sit in my lap and stroke my cheek and chin and say, "I love you, Mama."
The third was the day my son was born. Again, an emergency c-section, after 24 hours of grunting and pushing. His heart stopped, and well, you know the drill. He was blue when they lifted him out, but wonder of wonders, the doctor started to giggle as she handed him over to the pediatrician, because his little "tallywacker" (as his grandma calls it) went up, and a stream of urine shot over her arm to hit the pediatrician in the middle of her chest. Somehow I knew he was going to be okay, and when they laid him next to me, my first thought was, "oh dear, I gave birth to my dad. How weird is that?" because the Impossible Son looked like all of my father's baby pictures. Then, I worked his blankets loose for the traditional Finger and Toe Count, and began to sing Happy Birthday to him, and was stunned when the operating room personnel joined in. But what made me happiest was after I was in my room, to see my daughter sitting happily with her new brother in her arms, telling him, "I waited a long, long time for you, and I'm so glad you're here!"
Yeah... definitely my happiest moments.
How's that, Annie? Hugs, Auntie!
(You know, I can't help but get the sinking feeling that I'm forgetting something... I know I am... but... my head's like a lumber room sometimes; thing wanted always buried!)
