Last updated: Friday, 09-Sep-2005 16:23:47 EDT
ALL names are assigned or assumed unless otherwise noted or I forgot or something.
WHO, part one: Well, basically, I'm a 30+-years-old man of the nonwhite persuasion (hey, that ain't no suntan in that drawing, you know). According to my schedule, I should be having a midlife crisis any minute now. (Of course, since I had one at 24, I'd be repeating myself.) And also a person of the nonheterosexual persuasion. Transplanted from the wild wild West into the land of heat, humidity and lotsa people. Owned by two cats, Thing One and Thing Two. (Well, no, that's not what I call them, but I could hardly confess in public that I call them "Hey, stupid" and "Cat" because all the cat people I know would hurt me real bad.)
Unfortunately, the drawing to the left is all too accurate. (Although not quite round enough.) In fact, if it were actually me, I'd even know which picture it was drawn from. If ever I find out who drew it, we will Have Words.
WHAT: You mean, what do I do for a living? I'm a librarian and/or computer geek (depends on the day)
WHERE: deepinahearta Chicago, working for The Institution. The particular department shall be called The Ministry, and the particular section that I work for is the Bureau of Information Systems. (AKA simply The Bureau, The Department, The Hellhole, etc.)
WHO, part two: ALL names are assigned or assumed unless otherwise noted. That said, people who may wander through these pages include:
WHAT, part two: Also, I happen to write rather a lot of rather smutty fiction (adults only, thanks). Once upone a very long time ago, I ran a fan fiction archive. (No, I don't intend to explain fan fiction at the current moment, thanks; you'll just have to catch up.) None of the smutty fiction is currently available online, as I'm trying to get someone to pay me to do it.
Yes, I do write nonsmutty fiction, with my own characters and plots and everything, but I don't generally post it on the net. Someday, maybe I'll actually send it to a publisher and make money from it.
Hey, I can dream, cant I?
Onward to Ruminations of a Western Expatriate
Well ... it looks like me, anyway.