Well, everyone else is including an “about me” section in their website so maybe I should too? I dunno. I'd rather force you to figure me out by getting to know me than by getting some shallow idea of me based on physical stats. In fact, skip the stats, you don't need them. No a/s/l. I hate the question. Till one knows someone well enough to have good cause to believe there's romantic potential, what difference does that info have anyway?
Hobbies, well mostly they've been eclipsed by the computer. I spend so much time on the computer some days that my ass goes numb and my hands ache from typing. I don't do that in the summer, then I spend a lot of time outside doing things in the sun. I've got my A+ on the computer and often get called on by impoverished acquaintances to barter my tech skills for whatever they can afford. I don't mind. Theoretically I could earn more money but money and I really don't have much in common and I'd rather just give it away and let it flow back. Mind you, I am still very frugal. I have to be, my living budget is very tight.
Other hobbies include painting on glass, you can see a couple pics of that in the personal pictures page. I'll be trying to sell paintings on ebay under the name freyren periodically. I like to play with broken mirrors, you can see some of that in the pics of my attic. I sometimes get out my tatting shuttles and whip up some lace. Other times I dive into a sci-fi or fantasy novel (sometimes just ordinary drama). I take pleasure in housekeeping when I actually get into it. I love to cook, but again, only when I get in the mood. Another sporadic hobby I've taken up sometimes is wood carving. I wish I had a dremel moto-tool. Chisels are just too tedious for me! I don't do much on a daily basis really. I also have the garden, house and some pets. Most of the time I have a lot of trouble pulling myself away from my computer.
What do I do on my computer? Well I'm on several email lists and involved in a couple chat communities. I have my cyberworld, subrosa. It's a rainy place with a giant snowcapped mountain, fog and huts with cozy fires and magical things hiding here and there. Feel free to check out Active Worlds where my world is located but you'll have to buy a membership to get into mine and many other worlds. Then of course there's just the general tweaking, installing, testing, maintaining and so forth that goes with this whole thing.
That in fact is a good next topic. The computer running this website is an athlon 1.7Ghz with 512MB RAM and 100GB of HDD space. I have it hooked to a switch behind the modem. Also connected to the switch is an AMD450 with 256MB of RAM and 5G of HDD that burns cds, answers the phone, runs a 2nd webcam stuff. I can also use it if this one is down to get out to the net. The athlon runs win2k pro and the other runs win98SE Both computers have Cirque Cats instead of mice. There's a learning curve to start but DAMN it's a nice pointing tool!
There is also a hub with 2ndary NICs in the computers and wires going all over my little Villa Sub Rosa. This allows me to be away from the computer station with my laptop. It's a 25mhz 486 Versa E laptops from NEC. The batteries are shot and it has to be plugged in to work. There are other machines I can setup and run but I haven't had time yet. It has a 250MB hdd compressed to 400mb and 20MB of ram and runs win95. There is no cdrom drive on it. Like the two towers, this tiny machine uses a cat, not a mouse. I use it all over the house for reading and writing. It spends most of it's time in my bedroom loaded with the Novel du Jour. Work, hmmm. Underemployed due to timing and my Asperger's Disorder and ADD. Or maybe I'm just too damn annoying. Or maybe I'm too something else or not enough of another thing. After 25 years of struggling with it I just don't give a damn anymore. I get contracts for painting or housecleaning now and then and have a steady gig as cleaner at a theatre (pics from main page). I also get paid for my computer skills. Someday maybe I'll figure out how to get someone to pay me for writing, if my hands don't fall off from doing it volunteer first! Feel free to use the paypal button in the menu frame to send me a dollar or two if you like reading what I write. In winter I'm on nightshift, in summer day shift. I kinda like it that way.
In pets I had a beloved cherished rabbit, Freyr. He was more important to me than anything else, but time of course does not care. His time finally ran out and I held him as he went down into sleep at the vet's and later that day I sang him into the sunset to play in the summerland. Since then I've discovered that much of what I cherished about him was rabbit qualities. Rabbits are the only thing/creature/person I've ever known that never fails to make me feel joy bursting over. Even just to think about them. I went out to the SPCA and rescued two new rabbits. One was the last survivor of a batch who'd gone nuts from the confinement and been put down. She's a little neurotic but very loveable. ~The other was an older fellow of 2 who's been neutered (saved me $$) and he was quite sick from hairballs. When a rabbit gets plugged, it's bad, nothing comes up, it must go through. My Freyr used to get it all the time so I was able to medicate the little guy but he's never forgiven me. Neither rabbit is very affectionate with me but I manage a quiet moment of bunny snuggles now and then when they're mellow and feeling ok. Watching them snuggle each other is pretty cool. I think their shared jail time made them bond more quickly, as well as being male and female and both neutered.
I lost the dog, Christi, a bichon frise in punker hair. She died of a terrible infection internally that went unnoticed till it was too far gone, Feb. 14, 2002. I used to groom her myself and was always amazed after a bath at how lovely-squishy-soft her fur was, she was like a living plush toy. I don't miss her anymore though because Sarah Noelle has moved in. I brought her home from an ad in the paper, Shi'tzuranian Cockapoo-poo, AKA toy sized mutt. She was born on Nov 1 2002 and is astoundingly bright. I can't get over how fast she learns! She has medium long fur, longer enough to run your fingers through and comb but pretty low maintenance in black and tan coloration. I have a few pictures of her here on the site. I should get some updated ones, She's gotten a bit leggier and healthier and more mature but still puppy of course.
Of birds the only things left are two finches and an aquarium. I keep guppies and neon tetras in it and one snail. sometimes I take delight to put the webcam behind it and let folks watch the fish swim but I've been using the cam for private video conference and then now I have to scrape the algae so the tank isn't much good for it right now.
Something I like knowing about people, their housekeeping! I used to be annoyingly exacting about my housekeeping. Well, sort of. I've gone back and forth between perfection and abject foul messiness! I prefer to be neat. I certainly am fussy about what goes where. These days I'm fairly precise if not visually tidy. Everything has it's place, it is just cluttered. The cleaning is allowed to get a bit slack then caught up on. I don't let it get smelly or grimy, I just let the dishes pile up till there's a “full load” and stuff like that. I think it boils down to comfortable. The big trick with housekeeping is preventative maintenance techniques.
My goals in life? I want to be a really cool old lady. There's been other dreams come and go and sometimes to return, but that's one I think I can actually achieve!
Morals and ethics? Yeah, I do actually have a very strong ethical code that guides me. I try to take the high road, to be a perfect gentleman even though I'm female. I'd rather be disliked than a liar, even though this is part of my economic condition. I'd rather die under a bridge than compromise my honour. I don't think sex is sinning, but I do think that abusing it is sinning. Sex is sacred, you don't just run around rutting with anything that triggers your hormones.
I was born believing with every fibre of my being that there is no excuse to raise your hand, no reason big enough to allow for violence against another. Unfortunately I've got a lot of passion including a loud temper. I was dreadfully abused by my peers in my childhood and often found myself in a red haze attacking back. This filled me with remorse. Somehow in all this I've always seen the real person inside the bully and felt some compassion through my hatred and anger. I can hate what someone does and who they project to be, but when push comes to shove, I discover I care about them. Still, I can be as cold as the Saskatchewan winter.
I have incredible self control outside of my emotional reactions. I cannot stop from feeling how I do, but I can stop from acting out of those feelings. I have no real fear of personal pain. Maybe because I'm familiar with it, maybe just because I'm so damn stubborn. I fear the pain but not enough to back down from it. I just cry and keep going forward. I don't mean to be concieted or prideful or insulting but I honestly don't think I've met anyone as strong as me in character. My father maybe, but then no, because he won't admit when he's wrong. He can't take it to be the bottom rung of the ladder. I can. But then I am seen as weak because I cry over almost anything. Yeah, I cry. But it is like sweating palms, my eyes sweat. It doesn't stop me. It is not a precursor to some permanent harm. When I do something, be it to go forward or back off, it's a conscious choice. Nothing ever “makes me do it” for anything. I dont believe one ever lacks choices, only that sometimes the choices suck.
Something I never put up with is guilt tripping, projecting your problems onto me, or just plain taking it out on me, trying to control me, etc. I demand that I am treated with respect, honour and dignity and I promise the same in return, even if you don't do same. The worst thing I will ever do to you is cease to interact with you.
For love, yeah, I'm in love. His name is Dan and we've been working on it for 2 years or so. I hope to meet him soon. Well, for someone who wasn't going to write an “about me” page I sure wrote a lot huh?
I was born at 6pm, Monday November the 11th, 1963, and I will die at 2:35am, Tuesday February 17th, 2071.
A lovely write-up about HFA/AS which shows what makes me so different yet also points out that I may be impaired by my situation in life, but I'm not disabled.