DPP: Friending Meme!

[shah-of-blah.livejournal.com]

Alright you lot, for today I have something a little different.  The thing is, some of us remember fandom before this comm, and some joined just after the finale, and some have only just discovered the show...and just about every time I read the comments on this site I find new and unfamiliar faces (by faces, I of course mean usernames).  So I propose...(drumroll please)...a friending meme!

Now, I've just taught myself how to do this code box thing so let's hope it works.  Anyway, you can copy and paste the following code into your comments. 

I valiantly tried to do one of those code box things but the html was being very, very difficult and I gave up.  You guys can just copy and paste from here.  Remember that each line is, of course, optional.  Now go, talk to people, and be merry!

<b>Name/Callsign:</b>
<b>Age/Location (if you want):</b>
<b>What got you into BSG/Kara&Lee?</b>
<b>Favorite character(s):</b>
<b>Favorite episode:</b>
<b>Favorite scene:</b>
<b>Other fandoms:</b>
<b>What do you post on your journal?</b>
<b>Three random facts about you:</b>
<b>If you could meet any person (dead, alive, real, fictional) who would you choose?</b>
<b>Anything else you'd like to share?</b>

Comments

[coffeesuperhero.livejournal.com]

Okay, so, I can haz friendsfic? Please? *puppy dog eyes*

[kag523.livejournal.com]

Erin, of COURSE you can have friendsfic, and yours is actually a real one... not one I'm coming up with cold.

First off, you've mentioned cake at some point to me, so the friendsfic begins with a very young and naive Erin heading to Paris to learn the ancient art of pastry-making from a very meticulous and frustrating French chef named Jean-Jacques Robillard. This is one of the formative moments in your life, as you discover than not only are you truly gifted when it comes to creating delectable delights, you are also particularly skilled with photography. You spend your year in France taking classes at the Ecole Internationale de Patisserie during the weekdays and spending your weekends and evenings biking around the cobbled lanes which surround Paris, an old Pentax camera in hand and several rolls of black and white film in your pocket, photographing the many hidden gems of the area as well as elderly women wearing black kerchiefs and young fresh-faced children. These images are kept in an old shoebox until you return home; no sense of what they one day will become.

When you return to the States, you cash in your remaining RRSPs in order to start a small restaurant that serves fine French cuisine with a Cajun flair. (Of course you know the history of the area, and realize that Cajun is based in Acadia... so is actually French, only a few generations removed). During this time you meet your spouse, and the two of you settle in a beautiful three story brick, walk-up in the downtown core. Your home is warm and inviting and sports a rooftop garden where the two of you sit up there in the evenings, watching the sunset and sipping espresso.

Years later, a friend who is also a professor from the university is at dinner with you and mentions an upcoming visit to France. You dutifully pull out the shoebox. He falls silent, entranced by your photographs. Overwhelmed and awed. Three months later, you have your first show as a photographer at his Art gallery. Two years after that, the show is at the Tate, in London.

[coffeesuperhero.livejournal.com]

Hee! I approve of this fic in all ways! True to the fic, I did actually want to be a photojournalist for a long time, and I think we probably do have an old Pentax camera at my parents' house somewhere.

LOVE. Thank you bb! :D :D :D