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Location: Massachusetts, United States
Interests: Very geeky things like mudding, gaming of all sorts, anything to do with herbistry, and drawing. Pockets and hedgehogs. Engaging in intellectually stimulating and meaningful discussion on the web (HA!), ie, forumposting. Addictions: Books. Books books books. About two and a half dozen webcomics. City of Heroes, Shadowmud, making things from fabric, Babylon 5, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and larps.
Expertise: Biology...working on it. Also, making pineapple upside-down cake or any kind of pie.
Why can't I put Meddling Witch or Mad Scientist as my occupation? Nuts.
Message: message me
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AIM:  aylild
Yahoo:  rykilde
Member Since:
5/10/2005
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| I'm not mad, I'm just galled.
After much trial and error, I remembered my login info. Go me. Not yet having premature senior moments from exposure to mild radioactivity and hazardous chemicals is a small victory.
It's good to savor life's little victories.
The yearly update was long overdue, so here are 1.5 updates:
I graduated and managed to abscond from campus with a diploma and a truckload of debt. Then I found a job as a cloning technician (not nearly as cool as it sounds, I promise). Next I found an apartment of my own. That's right, no roommates unless you count my houseplant Charles Alexander.
I've gotten much more into larping and red faire stuff. Or, rather, I have the time and resources to get into them to the extent I've wanted to. I'm falling out of the habit of online gaming. I'm too busy with real-life social activities. Yes, larping counts as a social activity. I've been spending a lot of time in realspace (or meatspace, or irl, or whatever name you like) Doing Stuff with my fellow larpers and assorted Cool People Who Live In or Near Boston. It's good.
I've also mostly stopped blogging, either here or on LiveJournal. The way I figure it, important things ought to be told and talked about personally with the people who matter. If someone wants me to know things about them, they'll tell me. If they can't be bothered to send me an email, call me, have a coffee, or even just IM me, it can't be that important. Facebook lets me coordinate things and let people know I'm still alive. Zeta Channel lets me have discussions. LiveJournal lets me chatter about my ideas and read other people's, but really... it's not a good fit for me. The stuff that matters, I don't want to throw out onto the internet, and that leaves stuff that doesn't matter for the journal. Or the weblog.
I mean, you all really don't want to listen to me gripe about my job or talk about Fanta commercials or brag about what amazing tea and cake I just make. That's just silly surface nattering. It's not something only I can say or think. It's just everyday angst and happiness. Honestly now, I don't care if you just had a tasty dinner; why should you care if I did? Sure, I'm glad you had some small good thign happen, but is this really vital and compelling information?
I can't help but think that if I'm taking the time to type this all out and you're taking the time to read it, I at least owe both of us some substance or at least some entertainment. I respect your time and my effort too much to have either of us waste it.
Seems reasonable, right? Well, now the problem becomes that generally I'm not going to want to talk about the things that really matter to me in this format. I'll happily discuss explosive, even personal topics... on a discussion forum. That's the place for it in my mind. But a journal should be, well, personal. And personal things, to me, deserve to be discussed personally.
So. If you miss me, you know how to find me (there is this amazing thing called Google, and this other thing called Facebook). If I miss you, I'm fairly certain I too can track you down on these here interwebs. Other than that...
See you 'round.
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| ... dead.
... now living in a pagan community in Wisconsin under the magical name of HedgeRose.
... now living in England.
... now living in Arlington, MA with 7 other people.
... now living in Fountain Hills, Arizona.
... shacking up with married men.
... destroying the American Family Association from the inside out using only a digital camera and a red sharpie.
... designing mutant killer viruses with which to conquer the world and force the human race into a state of horrible sanity.
... forgiving and merciful.
... addicted to any online games.
... taking any goddamned wannabe high priestess's crap.
... building a harem of attractive young men who shall clean my house, make me tea, give me backrubs and footrubs, drive me places and carry my things. Also, with the sex.
... in the hospital.
... in ur genome, splicin ur allelez.
... pasting captions to your cat.
... besotted with a goldfish named Sushi.
That is all. See you next August. | | |
| I'm not really here anymore. It's unlikely that I'll be posting anything in the future. I had both this and a livejournal account, and for various reasons only the livejournal's receiving any activity. If you want to know what my livejournal name is, or are just plain curious about why I've left (not that it's that interesting, I promise), drop me a line at rykilde at gmail dot com.
Have fun out there, everyone. | | |
| My, uh, lipstick color, from OOC's blog...
You love to frequent coffee shops and cafes undiscovered by others.
Independent and strong-willed, you're a deep thinker and an avid dreamer. Others find you intriguing and are attracted to your mystique. You are often found with your head buried in a great novel, drawing on your sketch pad or writing in one of your many journals.
(the test can be taken here)
Usually I take online tests only for shits and giggles, but this one was so spookily accurate that I decided to put its results up. It's clearly a feel-good marketing schtick, I know. But still... That's spooky, and if you know me you might agree with my assessment of the results. Well... let's see. The bit about coffeeshops is right, the last sentence about books and sketchpads is right, and the middle bit I will not exactly disagree with, but instead leave it up to others to vote yea or nay.
So. Have finished the paper I needed to write. Am working on a problem set. Do I want to miss House and go to office hours? Or do I want to blow off a little? We shall see. | | |
| So... Um. We have a new couch, courtesy of my parents, who are moving. And I got what is basically the last of my stuff from their house. This only excludes my telescope (since I don't know where I'd put it here and there's so much light pollution I'd need a filter to even use it) and the last box of books.
I refused to take any more books until I get more/bigger bookcases. Anyone who knows me understands exactly how...pressing my need is. I'm a hopelessly addicted bibliophile, you see.
We did, however, separate out books I did not want. Mostly latin texts or english translations thereof, from when I took latin. And xanth books. Dear sweet lord. So many xanth books. Mom and I took these all to a used book store around the corner, where I racked up $53.25 in store credit. Whoooo! I sense many new Pratchett and Nix and...and...*mind boggles* Well, many new books in my future.
I love my books, yes I do. I hug them. Yes, I am serious. I hug my books! Mainly the rare or out of print ones, but I do! Don't judge my love! I was just made this way. | | |
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