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Age: No longer the target market.
Status: Underslept.
Hair: Variable.

Strongly fannish about (watching, reading, writing, discussing, obsessing)
* Supernatural
* Dark Angel

Fannish about (mild consumption of media, occasional reading, more occasional writing)
* BtVS/AtS

Old flames (not rewatching at the moment, reads on a whim when the mood is right)
* due South
* Sports Night
* Farscape

New flirtations (enjoying watching, reading when found)
* Sarah Connor Chronicles

Transcends fannishness (madly in love with source, may occasionally read, clings to bosom and doesn't discuss)
* Pushing Daisies
* Slings and Arrows

Some reading fandoms (I read more widely than I write) left off due to space considerations, all categories subject to change without a moment's notice.

Hecubus is a flattering friend. Just saying.

"You're like certain Alan Moore characters who've passed through darkness and come out the other side. There is no outer limit to what you'll consider because you've got all the kinks neatly curled into the folds of your brain and tucked away in the submerged caves of your soul." - David "Hecubus" Smay, on Min

"You think like an anarchist pervert, you write like Dorothy Parker's punk rock sister, and you look like an MGM star in 1939." - Hec.

EQ: 13. SQ: 54.

Test could be flawed. Even though I always come up with the same sorts of scores.

I pass the Turing Test! I'm not a machine! Umm. Yeah. Sort of. I barely pass it. Skate by on a D, you know? So the jury's still out, but I really don't think I'm a robot, though I think it would be more interesting if I *were* a robot, and besides, then I'd never have to get a hair cut, and I wouldn't need coffee, and my AI would play a wicked game of chess, and, and...

Eventually, the above paragraph will have morphed into something completely different. And despite what Hec thinks, there are, in fact, outer limits to what I'll consider. Dogs and cats, living together, mass hysteria, blah blah blah blah blah. Sadly, that movie didn't age well, but we'll always have 1984. The year, not the concept or the novel. Or, indeed, movie. Or novelization of the movie based on the novel, if there is one, and it does seem like there always is.

"It was chance, then?"


"You found us."

"Oh yes."

"You were looking?"

"Oh no."

"Chance, then."

Five years ago, I quoted Stoppard more often.

These days, it seems like most of my quotes are from Dude, Where's My Car.

I'm devolving.


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