Name:
Half of what I say is meaningless
Birthdate:
3 October 1977
Location:
I have a Cambrian snail named after me. It is really tiny. Some day I will post pictures. Might even make a lol fossil. You never know.
I have three wonderful younger siblings. Two of them have livejournals:
lough_lough & ch3vy20. Lou is down in North Carolina doing post-doc things, Chevy is up in Vermont being awesome and my little brother just got a job working for an environmental consulting firm.
I don't drive. I don't even have a license. I have taken driving lessons, but have never taken the test. I suppose some day I will get off my butt and take it, but right now I am way too busy. I walk very quickly, and I take the T. Yay, public transportation.
I was raised by hippies! My first solid food was tofu and peanut butter all mashed up and rolled into balls. I get along well with my parents. I worked for my dad for a year, which was amusing. It was the other people I had to deal with that made it annoying. Plus, I didn't want to be a stockbroker. (Yes, my dad is a liberal hippie stockbroker. Really.) My parents have a really nifty-small-wonderful house up near Burlington, VT. I sometimes run away to VT for the weekend. It’s gloriously beautiful up there.
I am more fond of cats than I am of dogs, but would not call myself a cat person. I'm really more of a people person, despite the fact that people can be horrible. I don't mind cat sitting, especially for the cats that live down the street from me. They are all spotted and exotic looking. And purple. Well...lavender tinged.
I am easily amused, except when I am cranky. When I am cranky, it's usually a sign that I should eat something. So if I seem kind of violent and scary, feed me.
My icon is from the webcomic Return to Sender. The text reads: "What I could really use right now is some exposition." Go read it. It will melt your brain.
"What if Sleeping Beauty woke behind the briars alone, in the dark, to the knowledge that the curse was not sleep but waking, and that family, childhood, fairy godmothers and all were dreams spun to amuse a virgin mind in mothballs?"
-Bone Dance, by Emma Bull
I have three wonderful younger siblings. Two of them have livejournals:
lough_lough & ch3vy20. Lou is down in North Carolina doing post-doc things, Chevy is up in Vermont being awesome and my little brother just got a job working for an environmental consulting firm. I don't drive. I don't even have a license. I have taken driving lessons, but have never taken the test. I suppose some day I will get off my butt and take it, but right now I am way too busy. I walk very quickly, and I take the T. Yay, public transportation.
I was raised by hippies! My first solid food was tofu and peanut butter all mashed up and rolled into balls. I get along well with my parents. I worked for my dad for a year, which was amusing. It was the other people I had to deal with that made it annoying. Plus, I didn't want to be a stockbroker. (Yes, my dad is a liberal hippie stockbroker. Really.) My parents have a really nifty-small-wonderful house up near Burlington, VT. I sometimes run away to VT for the weekend. It’s gloriously beautiful up there.
I am more fond of cats than I am of dogs, but would not call myself a cat person. I'm really more of a people person, despite the fact that people can be horrible. I don't mind cat sitting, especially for the cats that live down the street from me. They are all spotted and exotic looking. And purple. Well...lavender tinged.
I am easily amused, except when I am cranky. When I am cranky, it's usually a sign that I should eat something. So if I seem kind of violent and scary, feed me.
My icon is from the webcomic Return to Sender. The text reads: "What I could really use right now is some exposition." Go read it. It will melt your brain.
"What if Sleeping Beauty woke behind the briars alone, in the dark, to the knowledge that the curse was not sleep but waking, and that family, childhood, fairy godmothers and all were dreams spun to amuse a virgin mind in mothballs?"
-Bone Dance, by Emma Bull
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