I believe an introduction is in order...

Usually the first thing people do when starting up a blawg is introduce themselves to their intended audience.  I am confronted by two issues here:

a) I am not entirely sure who my readers will be, should there be any that haven't been coaxed (threatened) by me to read it in the first place;

and b) I am terrible at introducing myself in a way that doesn't convey the notion that I have no idea what I'm talking about...when I'm talking about myself.


To simplify matters, I am going to make a bulleted list of things I feel are noteworthy about myself.

Firing bullets.....NAOW:

I am a person.  I cannot stress this enough. The last thing I want anyone to do is come away from this introduction confusing me for an android or a Proboscis monkey.

 Proboscis monkey-->







<-----Android.






I draw things.  Sometimes I draw things that make people stand in shock and awe of my skills. My artwork can make grown men weep in deep appreciation of the finer arts and what I have contributed to the world.  And then sometimes, I draw things like this:

I am bipolar. I have more good days than bad days thanks to modern medicine.  I am just balanced enough to still recognize my own craziness, which I try to channel into my art when the chance strikes.

I am colorblind. I am still a trichromat, but my color seeing abilities are skewed at best.  I have my manperson (husband) preapprove my paint selections before I set off on a new canvas adventure.  In the digital world, I rely heavily on RGB values.

I am a gamer.  No, I don't mean I play Peggle while waiting for the laundry to dry like a good little housewife.  I play games where things fall over and bleed when I stab them or cast magic missile on them.  Some members of the male species find this extremely attractive in a woman.  You try living with a girl who hasn't brushed her hair in 3 days because she hasn't beat Dragon Age yet.

Just in case the former bulleted facts haven't made this next point painfully obvious; I am a huge nerd.  I love all things Star Trek and Doctor Who.  I love science and video games and reading and the smell of static bags from newly shipped computer parts.

I have 2 cats and one very stoopid dog.  My cats are mostly awesome even though they have their own mental issues. My dog belongs on the short bus.  With a helmet.

I am an outspoken atheist.  Some people feel this isn't worth bringing up.  You try living in the southeastern United States. People around here don't like others who don't believe exactly the same things they do. Because I am who I am, I take great joy in rubbing people the wrong way after they've belittled and berated me for not sharing in the hive mind.

I firmly believe that somewhere in my brain is a tiny black hole that randomly steals pointless things from my memory.  I can remember playing with my Mickey Mouse canteen from when I was 2 years old, but I can't remember my manperson telling me about our plans to have dinner with my in-laws next week.  It's not that I just forgot and need a reminder, noo...it's much more pathological than that. I have no recollection that the topic came up.  Some people might call it a selective memory.  I say it's a black hole.

And last but not least, I am a stay-at-home housewife that really sucks at being a responsible adult.  Half the time I can't cook a dinner without begging mom for help with interpreting the recipe, and she still folds laundry for me because wardrobe origami is not in my list of skill sets.

That is me, in a nutshell.  There is lots more, I assure you, but I need to save things for future stories and ramblings. Now, I must go make Tea. Earl Grey. Hot. Make it so.