The first scene, where she’s sitting in her car, blaring death metal and glaring at the stupid popular twits – well, that was me eight years ago. Haven’t changed a whole lot, either. Just better music.
At the moment I’m feeling like ‘The Third Gangstar from the Left’ in “Kill Bill: Vol 1”. Currently I look like a stretched out Jacky Chan, have the mental mindset of Terry Pratchett’s Magrat and try to be as prepared as Batman.
Ya know, I’m gonna revise my earlier post. I’m only like Bernard Black when I’m pissed. Reading my other posts, I’m apparently Allie McBeal. And I can’t stand her!
In some, but by no means all respects, the lead character in James Blaylock’s The Last Coin. Or perhaps it is more accurate to say I related to that character to a more than usual extent.
Well, I was once described (on the boards, by garius) as the love child Granny Weatherwax and Mustrum Ridcully never had. So, I’m the fictional love child of two fictional characters.
Otherwise I’d probably go with my namesake from the Discworld. Except for the werewolf thing. And the man who understands everything and is totally non-judgemental.