Did I mention dogs yet? Dogs. I spend a lot of time with dogs. Dog training is kind of my thing. My dogs are pretty much the coolest thing in the universe. Haven (the white aussie) is fully deaf, partially blind, and creepily brilliant. She makes dog training feel like honest-to-god magic sometimes. Coda (the darker aussie) is the "clever, lovable goof" type, and the closest thing I have to a best friend. Independence (the sheltie puppy) is clever, patient, enthusiastic and utterly fearless. Training with my dogs is one of my greatest joys in life, and also something that I geek out over a lot. (No, really, a LOT.)
I am fascinated by geek culture, but I seem to enjoy it vicariously more than directly. I like to spend time with people who are really involved in geek culture and I like to spend time on the periphery of it, but rarely feel comfortable actually partaking of the nerdery. That said, I play a handful of truly terrible video games that you've never heard of (yes, they're really that bad, and no, you've really never heard of them), and I can geek out about Doctor Who or Dragonriders of Pern with the best of them. I've also intermittently played a dog show simulation game for the past decade and show no signs of stopping.
My house flooded a few months back and I am currently living in a garage. I have chosen to view this as an ~adventure~ instead of a massive inconvenience. I had better be getting some serious experience points for this.
I've written novels, taught a rat to shake hands, spun yarn from dog fur and made dinosaur noises during sex (for the record: he started it). I am a proud creature, but I have a healthy dose of flailing idiot running around in my head, too. I don't like being trapped in any single worldview, be it silly or serious, masculine or feminine, old or young, hatefully misanthropic or irrepressibly idealistic. I like to play puppets with life and I adore people who will match me without question in any emotional arena we happen to stumble upon.