totally madly stolen from countessmary
Icon meme
Comment on this post. I will choose seven userpics from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are using them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so others can play along.
1.
This pic...it defies description. Which is pretty much the point. It's a goofy shot (which I insisted on having my sister take, naturally) of me (in a horned helmet I'd just bought and blonde-on-blonde Helga Hair) and the troll statue outside the Old Sautee General Store near Helen, GA. I've always loved it, as we stopped there all the time when my sister and I were growing up and visiting Helen with our parents. Amy took this on our spring break trip...must have been 2002. It was the first time I'd been back to the mountains since my dad died the day he and I returned from my last mountain trip, and it's a part of my childhood that I wanted to keep into my adult years, despite the painful associations. It's a joke--troll? date? Funny!--and one at my expense, of course, but it's also a link to my past, presaging nostalgia when one sees it.
2.
This is a logical extension...if the eye is the window to the soul, then what do you see when you go deeper? It's so close up that you can't look away or hide if you wanted to...but it gives the lie to the window bit, since you really can't see anything more than pixels. And yes, it showcases the fabulousness of the colors in my hazel eyes. There's that.
3.
I do love a bad pun. I drew a larger, wider version of this on MS Paint at work (it's only skill if you use a mouse); it's good for when I'm feeling detached, vaguely philosophical, and comfortably numb.
4.
This was back from my early experiments with webcam picture-taking in 2001. I still had the blonde hair (my natural color, but highlighted and augmented), and I was going for a sexy look, naturally. I keep it, though, because it's humbling, being so obvious and pathetic. It was one of my first major experiments with fat girl camera angles and the rewards of careful gyrations to get that perfect camouflaging shot. And, well, BOOBS. I has them.
5.
So, this is my form of torture I practice on my kittycats. Kitten Cleo just wanted to sleep. Fine. But see...I had bought a little Eeyore from the Disney Store the day I missed Lil there, and I lifted her paw...and she snuggled down with it. I love Pooh stuff, and adding the kitten just makes it the max of cute. It's not quite as lethal as the video of her with the Heffalump (she licks his ear--it's so. damn. cute.), but it's a good call for when I'm babbling on about my fur-children or expressing the cuteness of something.
6.
I was going for something a little different the day I bought this wig; it's short black (the back and sides) and purple hair (side bits of hair and bangs)--and I haven't done either short hair or bangs since high school. I used the black and white setting to give it a more classic look...if it was in color, there would be soft yet deep red lipcolor and purple-dominant hair. I like how the shadows weave about my features. It's one I would use for my more androgynous days...I have one from that series that really does look right on the border between male and female.
(I'll confess I copied verbatim from myself...I'd just already written out explanations for the same two for Mary, but it's just two...And after re-reading this, self-absorbed and self-centered doesn't cover this by half. I need to change out some icons at some point. At least then I'll LOOK less like an egomaniac. Right...?
1.
I do love a bad pun. I drew a larger, wider version of this on MS Paint at work (it's only skill if you use a mouse); it's good for when I'm feeling detached, vaguely philosophical, and comfortably numb.
2.
This is one of my confidence pictures...I still look fat in it, sure, but it was one of the best nights I've had in a long time. I found this red dress on sale at Macy's, just in time for my 10-year high school reunion in September of last year, and I had people who'd known me for years asking who I was and being shocked to find out it was the weird smart glasses-and-bad-clothes-wearing fat girl, Karen. I settled some old grievances for good (and for better) after that night, and just remembering it makes me feel better about myself. Red dresses are magic.
3.
Fiery red hair, earthy hazel-green eyes...the colors were just so strong. It's one I'd use for something featuring intensity of emotion, with the eye to imply searching for something through the writing.
4.
A little goth-inspired flourish I painted before Spectral Erosa, the Augusta area's goth night (now running for five years this October!). Eyes and their various meanings are very important to me. There's the obvious joke of "eye-con"=icon, of course. But here I was trying to improve upon nature anyway, so I went with aesthetic experimentation. And preserved the results to keep in mind what worked and what could be vastly improved. It's a reminder to me to express myself more often.
5.
This picture is from Room 9, the current home of Spectral Erosa. I'm actually leaning back in a booth covered in red velvet; my hair is stringy from exertion--dancing around all stompily will do that--and I'm having a fabulous time. It's a Spectral Erosa-focused icon, but also a "socializing and taking part in life and being fabulous" icon.
6.
This is my icon when I'm feeling slightly naughty and predatory, and when I'm just BURSTING with innuendo. Out-uendo, even. With a side of multiple entendres. (I'll confess...I sucked in my cheeks a bit to get the cheekbones to that level of prominence.) Sometimes I wonder if these feelings are behind me...and I'm in a long-term relationship and feel I have to repress them. Makes me kind of sad, but that's another story for another time.
7.
This pic...it defies description. Which is pretty much the point. It's a goofy shot (which I insisted on having my sister take, naturally) of me (in a horned helmet I'd just bought and blonde-on-blonde Helga Hair) and the troll statue outside the Old Sautee General Store near Helen, GA. I've always loved it, as we stopped there all the time when my sister and I were growing up and visiting Helen with our parents. Amy took this on our spring break trip...must have been 2002. It was the first time I'd been back to the mountains since my dad died the day he and I returned from my last mountain trip, and it's a part of my childhood that I wanted to keep into my adult years, despite the painful associations. It's a joke--troll? date? Funny!--and one at my expense, of course, but it's also a link to my past, presaging nostalgia when one sees it.
(Hey, at least it's a post, right? Soon...soon...I PROMISE, I will put up the mother of all posts. Pic-heavy and news-tasty, even.)
Now, if you want me to do the same with your pics, then come on, play along, and comment away. I'd love to know more about what's behind some of your choices.
Comment on this post. I will choose seven userpics from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are using them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so others can play along.
1.
This pic...it defies description. Which is pretty much the point. It's a goofy shot (which I insisted on having my sister take, naturally) of me (in a horned helmet I'd just bought and blonde-on-blonde Helga Hair) and the troll statue outside the Old Sautee General Store near Helen, GA. I've always loved it, as we stopped there all the time when my sister and I were growing up and visiting Helen with our parents. Amy took this on our spring break trip...must have been 2002. It was the first time I'd been back to the mountains since my dad died the day he and I returned from my last mountain trip, and it's a part of my childhood that I wanted to keep into my adult years, despite the painful associations. It's a joke--troll? date? Funny!--and one at my expense, of course, but it's also a link to my past, presaging nostalgia when one sees it.
2.
This is a logical extension...if the eye is the window to the soul, then what do you see when you go deeper? It's so close up that you can't look away or hide if you wanted to...but it gives the lie to the window bit, since you really can't see anything more than pixels. And yes, it showcases the fabulousness of the colors in my hazel eyes. There's that.
3.
I do love a bad pun. I drew a larger, wider version of this on MS Paint at work (it's only skill if you use a mouse); it's good for when I'm feeling detached, vaguely philosophical, and comfortably numb.
4.
This was back from my early experiments with webcam picture-taking in 2001. I still had the blonde hair (my natural color, but highlighted and augmented), and I was going for a sexy look, naturally. I keep it, though, because it's humbling, being so obvious and pathetic. It was one of my first major experiments with fat girl camera angles and the rewards of careful gyrations to get that perfect camouflaging shot. And, well, BOOBS. I has them.
5.
So, this is my form of torture I practice on my kittycats. Kitten Cleo just wanted to sleep. Fine. But see...I had bought a little Eeyore from the Disney Store the day I missed Lil there, and I lifted her paw...and she snuggled down with it. I love Pooh stuff, and adding the kitten just makes it the max of cute. It's not quite as lethal as the video of her with the Heffalump (she licks his ear--it's so. damn. cute.), but it's a good call for when I'm babbling on about my fur-children or expressing the cuteness of something.
6.
I was going for something a little different the day I bought this wig; it's short black (the back and sides) and purple hair (side bits of hair and bangs)--and I haven't done either short hair or bangs since high school. I used the black and white setting to give it a more classic look...if it was in color, there would be soft yet deep red lipcolor and purple-dominant hair. I like how the shadows weave about my features. It's one I would use for my more androgynous days...I have one from that series that really does look right on the border between male and female.
(I'll confess I copied verbatim from myself...I'd just already written out explanations for the same two for Mary, but it's just two...And after re-reading this, self-absorbed and self-centered doesn't cover this by half. I need to change out some icons at some point. At least then I'll LOOK less like an egomaniac. Right...?
1.
I do love a bad pun. I drew a larger, wider version of this on MS Paint at work (it's only skill if you use a mouse); it's good for when I'm feeling detached, vaguely philosophical, and comfortably numb.
2.
This is one of my confidence pictures...I still look fat in it, sure, but it was one of the best nights I've had in a long time. I found this red dress on sale at Macy's, just in time for my 10-year high school reunion in September of last year, and I had people who'd known me for years asking who I was and being shocked to find out it was the weird smart glasses-and-bad-clothes-wearing fat girl, Karen. I settled some old grievances for good (and for better) after that night, and just remembering it makes me feel better about myself. Red dresses are magic.
3.
Fiery red hair, earthy hazel-green eyes...the colors were just so strong. It's one I'd use for something featuring intensity of emotion, with the eye to imply searching for something through the writing.
4.
A little goth-inspired flourish I painted before Spectral Erosa, the Augusta area's goth night (now running for five years this October!). Eyes and their various meanings are very important to me. There's the obvious joke of "eye-con"=icon, of course. But here I was trying to improve upon nature anyway, so I went with aesthetic experimentation. And preserved the results to keep in mind what worked and what could be vastly improved. It's a reminder to me to express myself more often.
5.
This picture is from Room 9, the current home of Spectral Erosa. I'm actually leaning back in a booth covered in red velvet; my hair is stringy from exertion--dancing around all stompily will do that--and I'm having a fabulous time. It's a Spectral Erosa-focused icon, but also a "socializing and taking part in life and being fabulous" icon.
6.
This is my icon when I'm feeling slightly naughty and predatory, and when I'm just BURSTING with innuendo. Out-uendo, even. With a side of multiple entendres. (I'll confess...I sucked in my cheeks a bit to get the cheekbones to that level of prominence.) Sometimes I wonder if these feelings are behind me...and I'm in a long-term relationship and feel I have to repress them. Makes me kind of sad, but that's another story for another time.
7.
This pic...it defies description. Which is pretty much the point. It's a goofy shot (which I insisted on having my sister take, naturally) of me (in a horned helmet I'd just bought and blonde-on-blonde Helga Hair) and the troll statue outside the Old Sautee General Store near Helen, GA. I've always loved it, as we stopped there all the time when my sister and I were growing up and visiting Helen with our parents. Amy took this on our spring break trip...must have been 2002. It was the first time I'd been back to the mountains since my dad died the day he and I returned from my last mountain trip, and it's a part of my childhood that I wanted to keep into my adult years, despite the painful associations. It's a joke--troll? date? Funny!--and one at my expense, of course, but it's also a link to my past, presaging nostalgia when one sees it.
(Hey, at least it's a post, right? Soon...soon...I PROMISE, I will put up the mother of all posts. Pic-heavy and news-tasty, even.)
Now, if you want me to do the same with your pics, then come on, play along, and comment away. I'd love to know more about what's behind some of your choices.