I am an enormous geek. I hate wearing pants when I'm in my own room. I love food and symbolism and smells and textures. I am an open book. I am kind of hard to be around, a lot of the time. I am a feminist, an actual serious business one. I tell people shit to their faces. I believe that silliness should be paramount in the majority of social interactions. I do not enjoy engaging in "discussions" or "debates", instead I prefer to throw ideas out there and see if anything sticks. I am not, by nature, argumentative, but I am extremely stubborn. I am looking for someone to take care of me, who will let me take care of them. If I don't create something regularly I start to get depressed. I have problems with sadness and anger and keeping friends.

To continue my ramble, which I may or may not edit at some point:

I am a nice Jewish girl (reform) although technically I don't really believe in god and think organized religion is a bunch of crap. But I'm ingrained in the culture and have lots of guilt, not to mention an affection for social gatherings that involve lots of gossip and food. Judaism is just way too patriarchal for me accept, and I spent most of my life with a female rabbi.

Life-philosophy-wise, I will identify as a Taoist and cultural Jew when my hand is forced. Don't you dare talk to me about Israel unless you want to be offended, I'm not exactly a zionist if you get what I mean, but if your grandma is in the room I can keep my mouth shut.

When I have kids (a life goal of mine, biological is not imperative) I intend to expose them to a variety of religious options in the process of their overall cultural education, and if they want to take comfort in some big ol' sky dude, they can. I might try to wrangle them some kind of bar mitzvah racket if they want the cash, I know I did. As an atheist I'm not exactly hardcore, and think that the comforting, social aspects of religion have value that should be actively replicated in a non-religious way if at all possible.

My family is really important to me, family in general is, and I don't think there's anything more important in this level of existence than having people you know will be there with you through thick and thin. Whether that's by blood relation or not is pretty irrelevant, but I get filled with dismay if you're don't at least *know* about your third cousin from North Dakota or sommat.

My parents are really cool people and I love them very much. I have an older brother who is a theoretical physicist and a Japanese translator and a bigger nerd even than me, and he has had a huge influence on my tastes and life.

My mom and dad have always trusted me to, if not to make good decisions, at least make ones that won't harm myself in the long run. They always figured that they raised a person who was at least as smart as they were and that if I hadn't screwed up yet I should be given the benefit of the doubt.

They own a refurbished farmhouse in a tiny lake town in Maine called Sebago, in the foothills, and it is the most tranquil place I've ever been. My father is from Portland and the Maine attitude and lifestyle has rubbed off on me very much. My mother is from Houston, Texas, and I was born in San Antonio, spent the first seven years of my life there, and as such have Big Texas Hair, a penchant for Mexican colors and real tex-mex food and proper iced tea and beef ribs. When I get mad, I get a Texan accent. When I get mellow, I get a Maine accent. Ironically, my dad is the passionate one and my mom is the calm one. I spent the majority of my life in the hell that is Northern Virginia, just outside the Beltway, and I hope to never have to return there once my dad retires from working in D.C. and they move to Maine and Texas as is their retirement plan. Mom and Dad are in love like nobody's business, they are Sun and Moon, Leo and Cancer, and a whole bunch of other high-falutin' symbols, but long story short, I am from a very happy, drama-free family and this makes me feel quite strange most of the time, compared to everyone with problematic relatives. It also makes me feel guiltier about my own problems, but that's probably the jewish thing kicking in.

On geekery, I have collected at least nine thousand geek points. I worked retail at a tabletop and competitive cardgame store for two years. I mod forums and run livejournal communities. I write fanfiction and actively participate in fandom creation and organization. I make nerdy craft projects with hidden meanings. I helped run an enormous fanrun anime convention for five years, and love going to cons, although the anime phase is over for me and I just enjoy media, regardless of origin, that is compelling. I will probably end up working with small 500 people niche cons for the rest of my life, and often put myself in positions of leadership when I don't really intend to. I go to renfaires in anachronistic garb, and I know exactly what all those anachronisms are. I mourned Majel Roddenberry for months. I own and enjoy comic books, although I prefer trades. I marathon shows and have to read an entire series from start to finish or I get antsy. I name my computers after benevolent fictional supercomputers, including Ziggy, Holly and Alsatia (props if you get that last one.) My cat is named Scully. I wrote my undergrad thesis on dragons and identify as an amateur folklorist. I help other people cosplay and have cosplayed in the past as a Doctor Who companion. I knew about, and was sick of All Your Base about one year before it got popular. I am a Nerdfighter. If you don't know who the Grey Mouser is, you will learn if you get to know me. I have been called a BNF in a small TV show fandom. I keep an eye on, but refuse to participate in or create, internet wankery. I read nonfiction books about the history of fiction for fun. I know the meanings of flowers. I was a browncoat. I am terrible at video games but I still enjoy them. If you talk Physics at me or Linguistics, it gets me all hot and bothered. I am fascinated by haberdashery. I own action figures but I prefer to call them dolls as a matter of contrariness. My geekery will only continue to increase, so if this doesn't excite you, feel free to leave. I'm always pedantic but I try very hard not to judge people for their ignorance in geeky matters. Instead I always try to explain, or summarize, or at the very least let them know I'm going off on a nerd-tangent and that they should feel free to ignore me.

My profile picture, I feel, is super sexy. My plaid pajamas are hot. I know the etymology of the word pajama, so should you, and if you don't, you will, if you're my friend.

I am the type of person who can befriend someone and then not speak to them for five years, but if that someone shows up on my doorstep needing a meal and a couch, it's theirs. I trust others easily, and it usually works out because I am apparently charismatic enough. I never try to be charismatic, I'm just sort of relentlessly unapologetic.

I live with my very best friend, Ian. He is a curmudgeonly old geek man trapped in the body of a 25 year old guy. He is a bibliophile and my partner in crime, but a picky eater, which I cannot abide. Our families assume, incorrectly, that we will eventually marry, but we will not, as we have diametrically opposed views on too many things. Right now, we are each others' crutch. We met online when I was 16 and have lived together since I was 20. He is large and tall and physically intimidating, though light on his feet, soft-spoken, and overly critical. I am short and small and physically weak, though I trample around like an elephant, make noise constantly, and try to see every angle of a situation. It works, for now. People think we are a package deal, but we most definitely are not. However, to get to him you have to go through me, and to get to me you have to not set off Ian's douchebag radar.

Have I talked enough yet?

I am trying to figure out what to do with myself in this crazy world.

Addendum: I am moving from Cambridge, MA to Seattle, WA during the month of July. Once there, I will have one (1) friend and zero (0) jobs. I'll be living in Fremont. I plan to commune with the Troll on a regular basis, while I wait for responses to my carpet-bombing the neighborhood with my lackluster resume.

Bullshitting, cooking, exceeding character limits.

My hair is large. I am usually honest to a fault. I am occasionally vulgar. I have very colorful clothing, often ridiculously so.

All of them. No, seriously. If I tried to fill this out you would be reading for a year. Especially the food part of the question; one of my primary life goals is to eat everything there is on Earth that is edible at least once. If we're growing stuff on the Moon before I die, moonfood too.

Okay okay fine. These lists don't end in periods for a reason.

Books: The Brothers Grimm's Fairytales, The Once and Future King, Alphabet of Thorn, The Book of Flying, Un Lun Dun, Salt, Connections, Harry Potter, Last Call, Bone, Fables, Y The Last Man, The Fruit Hunters

Movies: Almost Famous, Harold and Maude, Star Trek, Beauty and the Beast, Howl's Moving Castle, Hook, The Royal Tennenbaums, Eat Drink Man Woman, Monty Python's Meaning of Life

TV Shows: All iterations of Star Trek (seriously), iCarly, The Adventures of Pete & Pete, Babylon 5, Red Dwarf, Sailor Moon, Firefly, Good Eats, Stargate SG-1, Frasier, M*A*S*H, Doctor Who (classic and new), Ugly Betty

Music: Paris Combo, Adam Ant, Elvis Costello, Pizzicato Five, Yoko Kanno, Squarepusher, Steve Reich, Phillip Glass, Anamanaguchi, The Beastie Boys, Bjork, Cat Stevens, Justice, Eartha Kitt, ELO, Sondre Lerche, Lemon Demon

Food: Raw english peas, lobster, chocolate rugelach, tacos, eggs, raspberries, strong black tea, honey

A food-related sexytime anecdote: I was once in Prague where I had the chance to dine at this amazing seafood restaurant. I ordered what turned out to be a bucket of completely raw seafood, enough to feed a family of twenty for a week. It was so fresh, briny, overwhelmingly quivering and indulgently fantastic, I honest to god came at the table. I was so fucking excited about the smell and the silky sensation of those raw oysters slipping down my throat, the way those scallops popped open in a buttery burst, melting on my tongue, how those shrimp smelled like sex on ice, I didn't care that I was sitting there across from my best friend's dad in a restaurant full of italian tourists. Good lord, that was unforgettable.

I hate this question. I'm too fickle for it. Instead I will answer the following question:

What are the six words that give you delight when you see them used?

qualm, gloaming, polyglot, widdershins, swimmingly, & ampersand.

Relationships, platonic and otherwise. I worry about everything constantly. Fandomy, nerdy things. I think in images, textures, sensations, and usually not in words or numbers, it occasionally makes things difficult.

Writing fanfic alone in my room. Yep.

Despite my self-deprecating ways, I probably think that I am better or smarter than you.

You probably shouldn't, but if you must, message me if you wish to lavish me with praise in a non-creepy way.