FreeBSD, because it's become such a large part of my life. If I'm not writing applications to run on it, I'm promoting it. Sad, because it seems no matter at what point of life I've been at, there's always been something to make me depressed. It's not necessarily a bad thing. I like being sad. It's better than feeling nothing at all. Writer, because that's what I want to be When I Grow Up (tm). Opinionated, and that really needs no explanation. Hell, read the blog. Proper, which I didn't even really know I was until I met Mike. I'm very picky about manners, social graces, etc - although you wouldn't know it by reading the blog. I would have been fabulous in high society. Damn blue bloods.

I was born September 8th, 1981. At the time of writing this, that makes me 23. I've been online sa far as BBS's go since I was 12, and I've been on the internet since I was 14 and my step sister got an AOL account. I lived out in the middle of nowhere, and even AOL was long distance, so it was all that was available to me until I was 16.

I would definitely not call myself goth. Not at all. I do dress up moderately goth sometimes, but that's because I like corsets and velvet, and black makes my skin look good. I'm naturally about as pale as it gets without being an albino. I love old fashioned clothing such as velvet dresses and whale boned corsets though. The are so extremely feminine, they make me feel good about the way I look.

God, it's been so long since I've read that book. Not Hiro, but the chick. The one that sleeps with the hardcore dude. I'm not sure why I like her. Hm. I'll re-read the book tonight.

It would be something so abstract, it would make people blink and look away. I don't want anything normal. I don't want something other people could possibly understand. I just want to go where life takes me, and I'm sure that's going to be somewhere unconventional. Once before, I compared my life to a car accident on I-285. Traffic slows down for no reason at all so people can gawk at the chaos. That's where I'm at right now, I think. Fortunately, it's not fatal.

Probably never. I decided I don't really like distributing my code. Maybe when I think I'm a better coder; I'm not sure.

Only if your desires involve giving me hardware, alcohol, and/or money. Anything else is probably out of the question.

No.

Because those 80 pictures span about 7 years. :)

UnderNet: #codehozers, #c, #coders, #openbsd, #freebsd, #freebsd-ot, #ubixos, #learnjapanese, #hackphreak. EFNet: #plan9, #freebsdhelp, #atlrave

Most of the pictures are from years ago. I went through my cam-whore phase, sure. I don't take many pictures of myself anymore, at all. I played with them in photoshop because I used to have a horribly low self esteem, and I thought I was ugly. To borrow a quote, "anyone can look good in 640x480 in black and white".

I think you forgot your turban at home. I live in the US. I don't have to have a husband to mean something. Apparently you can't read all that well either. I had a husband, and I divorced him. Marriage ain't all it's cracked up to be. As far as my technical knowledge goes - that's an arguement I've fought one too many times. Troll. :)

Hm. #freebsd/efnet, because they are wankers.

Which one? I still have a LiveJournal, although I have not updated it since I started with freebsdgirl. sektorgrl.net was run off of my DSL line, and it was getting way too much traffic, so I just got my own server and started a new site.

Definitely. I used to live in an old farmhouse, and I would hear things all the time. I still have a lot of the beliefs I had when I was a kid. Most people grow out of it; I don't think I ever will. I'd rather be openminded and be wrong than have no spark of imagination whatsoever.

wtf is a kielbasa? No.

I used to live with people that were totally psychotic about making it roll underneath, so most of the time I still roll it underneath. Really though, I don't care. It's toilet paper. I don't see what the big deal is.

I'm fierce with glowsticks. I tried to dance on NYE, but it was a horrible disaster. You can take the kid out of the rave, but you can't take the raver out of the kid.

Things not suitable to be writing about on a site read by my coworkers and relatives.

Well, no. But I'm dating one, anyways. It does kind of give the bad-boy-rebel appearance, but you also risk having the aol-tard look as well.

Two. My firstborn is Victoria, and she was adopted by friends. Nathan is my son, and Chad is the father of both children.

The winter clearance sale at a Victoria's Secret. I leave destruction, angry women, and confused men huddled in the corner wherever I go.

Getting on IRC. Heh, just kidding. I've never really made any decisions that I regret now. I wish I hadn't let the relationship with James drag on so long, I suppose, but our experiences shape who we are now. I'm pretty happy with who I am, so regret just isn't a part of my life.

Um, I wouldn't have sex with a computer. Get a girlfriend.

Once someone I was dating told me I wasn't driven. I think he was just jealous because I made more money than him.