As you may (or may not know), as of November 19, 2004, I became a home owner. Yes. Me of little credit and income, a homeowner! I had been doing the househunting thing for a short while, and had just lost a bid on a house in September, when I spotted this poor, poor empty home, which was in need of some serious love. This included new wiring, a new kitchen, and the removal of circa 1960s paneling and carpeting. The home had been previously owned by an elderly lady, recently diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Her husband passed in the early 90s. I bought the residence from her son, daughter, and granddaughter, as they were in charge of her estate and belongings. It cost a song and a dance. Good thing. There's been mucho work put into the house, and I just recently moved into it February 1, despite the fact that I have no kitchen, and the livingroom and diningroom are not ready for furniture. Click below to see more pictures.

I don't take many pictures of myself, and most that I do take end up in the Recycle Bin. Often, I pose with props; rarely I try to look sexy or remotely camwhorish. But one thing is for sure: my haircolor floors me (even after almost twenty-seven years of seeing it every damn day). Below, I have posted a few not-so-recent shots. Once I get time away from work and my house, I'll post more, I promise.

I came to the conclusion quite some time ago that the chance of me ever breeding is quite slim, as such a thing requires (well, it should require…) money, stability, and a partner with qualities worth passing along. I've never had all three of these things at once, and it will probably be quite some time before I do. Until then, I have bestowed the title of "children" to my cats. Some folks like dogs, some like snakes; I like cats. Either way, I firmly believe that animals make better companions than people anyday.

Below are some exciting clips from the Dilbert Incident, which originally aired in my Live Journal during a boring early fall weekend of 2002. Dilbert still speaks to me -- occasionally -- but he will never forgive me, as I forced him into drug and sex rehabilitation programs soon after his crazy fiasco involving Absinthe, the Friends "foreskin" episode, and a lap dance contest in Newport.