I want to do something normal like answering a meme!

[fpb]

swunked from curia_regis

LAYER ONE
Name: Fabio Paolo Edoardo Vigilio.
Birthdate: 24 July 1962
Birthplace: Sesto San Giovanni, near Milan, Italy.
Current Location: Brockley, London, England.
Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair Color: Black with a tiny few white strands hiding away for dear life.
Height: one metre seventy-two.
Righty or Lefty: Righty
Zodiac Sign: born in the month of the Lion of the year of the Tiger. Explains a lot, doesn't it?

LAYER TWO
Your heritage: Italian. Which means I am the natural-born heir to half of planet Earth. And English, but that comes after.
The shoes you wore today: er... black.
Your weakness: Food.
Your fears: rejection.
Your perfect pizza: Any kind.
Goal you'd like to achieve: become a well-known historian before I die.

LAYER THREE
Your most overused phrase on IM: Someone else should tell me, I don't know.
Your thoughts first waking up: Grump ump ump. I am not at my best early in the morning.
Your best physical feature: Hair, eyes.
Your bedtime: 11PM-1AM.
Your most missed memory: the women I have loved.

LAYER FOUR
Pepsi or Coke: Diet coke with lemon
McDonald's or Burger King: There's a difference?
Adidas or Nike: probably Adidas.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Not a tea person.
Chocolate or vanilla: May I have both, please?
Cappuccino or coffee: both, so long as I am allowed to have sugar.

LAYER FIVE
Smoke: One of the few bad habits I do not have.
Cuss: Especially when alone.
Sing: Yes.
Take a shower everyday: a bath. But yes, every day.
Have a crush(es): If I felt it ever happen again, I would run away so fast I would break world records.
Do you think you've been in love: HELL YES1
Want to go to college: been there, done that, have the emotional scars to show for it.
Like high school: No. But on account of family break-up I did not have much of it.
Want to get married: I wish. But the female sex have collectively decided that no such thing will happen to me. Besides, I am middle-aged, short, poor, fat, and snore in bed.
Believe in yourself: Not very much, no.
Get motion sickness: Very rarely.
Think you're attractive: I KNOW I'm not.
Think you're a health freak: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...!!!!!
Get along with your parents: One of them.
Like thunderstorms: Yes
Play an instrument: sooner or later I will.

LAYER SIX: In the past month...
Drunk alcohol: no.
Smoked: no.
Done a drug: No
Had Sex: No.
Made Out: No.
Gone on a date: No.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No
Eaten sushi: No
Been on stage: No
Been dumped: No
Gone skating: No
Made homemade cookies: No, but I did a good deal of rather fancy cooking.
Gone skinny dipping: No
Dyed your hair: No.
Stolen anything: No

LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing:
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated:
Been caught "doing something":
Been called a tease:
Gotten beaten up:
Shoplifted:
Changed who you were to fit in:
ANSWER TO ALL LAYER SEVEN QUESTIONS: Minjerownbluddybizness.

LAYER EIGHT
Age you hope to be married: In my next life, if there is such a thing as reincarnation.
Numbers and Names of Children: See above.
Describe your dream wedding: My sister's. She got married in one of Rome's most magnificent churches, being ferried to and from the church in an open horse-drawn carriage. The omily at the wedding mass and the party afterwards were both perfection.
How do you want to die: It's not death that bothers me, it's what comes afterwards.
Where you want to go to college: Been there, done that.
What do you want to be when you grow up: Someone who does not piss people off quite so much.
What country would you most like to visit: all of them.

LAYER NINE: In a guy/girl...
Best eye color?: Grey, green or pale blue.
Best hair color?: Natural blond. It is rare for me to like bottle blondeness.
Short or long hair: depends on the face.
Height: I have a thing for small - five-foot - women, but I have fallen in love with women of every size. My first love was five feet eleven.
Best weight: Light according to height.
Best articles of clothing: No idea.
Best first date location: In a London park late on a summer day, or on top of Capitol Hill, Rome, just before sunset.
Best first kiss location: Ditto, with a soft cool wind blowing around.

LAYER TEN
Number of drugs taken illegally: None
Number of people I could trust with my life: My mother.
Number of CDs that I own: Couple of hundred, growing all the time.
Number of piercings: Don't be ridiculous.
Number of tattoos: Ditto.
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Do comics-related monthly magazines count?
Number of scars on my body: One or two.
Number of things in my past that I regret: Only the last forty-three years. Apart from that, everything's hunky-dorey.

Comments

[super-pan.livejournal.com]

1. You have the coolest name ever.
2. If you can tolerate one other human being's failings, there is a woman out there who will tolerate yours. There is alot to make up for you being a grumpy old man set in his ways: you are intelligent, have a sense of humor, you can be very kind and chivalrous, you are artistic and talanted, and I'm pretty sure I saw a picture of you on that site where you have your book, and you were very handsome.
3. My pregnancy hormones get out of control, and I feel an overwhelming urge to mother, nag, matchmake, fuss, and other sorts of interfering behaviors, so I apologize if I overstepped my bounds.

[annewrights.livejournal.com]

Besides, I am middle-aged, short, poor, fat, and snore in bed.


I do hope you're kidding. None of that would matter to an honourable woman who cared for you.

Well, maybe that last point. But not the others.

[fpb.livejournal.com]

You have an idealistic view of women. 8-)

[annewrights.livejournal.com]

Slightly, yes. And yet, not *entirely* divorced from reality, I hope.
Here's hoping that whatever circumstances have conspired to leave you feeling cynical abate soon.

[fpb.livejournal.com]

It is not wholly cynical. Women have a right to expect men to have some success, or at least stability, at work. The ideal couple, in my view, would tend to have children, and women, much more than men, have a profound concern with the future of their children. That is for instance why (a behaviour JKR caught admirably) most mothers will want their children to have a safe and respectable career, for instance in the Ministry of Magic, and will not approve of their going off in bizarre directions such as opening a joke shop. That is an entirely natural reaction, and as long as it does not become oppressive - and I do not think that Mrs.Weasley is ever shown to be oppressive - it has good motivations. By the same token, a woman who has to choose between a man who is making a steady way in the world and one whose life is a sickening sequel of thuds and partial little successes will obviously choose man no.1, even if she is fond of man no.2; nobody asks her to take the responsibility for man no.2's failures and zig-zags. Let us put it this way: a good woman will expect a man to make money for the sake of her children, a bad woman for the sake of herself. Either way, I stand all the chance of a three-legged horse at the Derby.

[annewrights.livejournal.com]

Agreed fully up until this point:
By the same token, a woman who has to choose between a man who is making a steady way in the world and one whose life is a sickening sequel of thuds and partial little successes will obviously choose man no.1, even if she is fond of man no.2

Because honestly, a loving and devoted man who *tries* to take responsibility for his family is a better choice than a well-off man one doesn't love. And, after all, many of us were raised in families that were stable in every respect *except* for the father's work situation; being erratically employed isn't the ideal way to raise a family, but financial stability isn't the only, or most important, kind. Even Mrs. Weasley must agree, as her own husband, though poor and perilously out of favour with his Ministry superiors, was her choice. His moral stability must've triumphed over any better-off swains.

Anyway, I seem to be poking at your personal life, which wasn't my intent, except for the minor transgression of wishing you the best, and hoping that whatever thuds you're experiencing ease up soon.

[fpb.livejournal.com]

You sound like a sweet person to me and have nothing to apologize for. If I had had any problems with this sort of comment, I would, a) not have written the meme as I did, and, b), let you know. Mind if I friend you?

[annewrights.livejournal.com]

No, of course I don't mind. I've already friended you--perhaps I should have asked first? It just seemed the easiest way to remember to read your journal.