I suppose this is
where I’m supposed to say that I'm a happily married, 53-year-old mother of two
wonderful children, living in a beautiful home (complete with white picket
fence) in the suburbs of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Well, you're not going to
get that. I actually live in a yurt in
the mountains of New Hampshire, with Bixby my hamster and a ghost named Oliver
Plexico. I strive to be like Ed Begley Jr. and to that end I live completely
off-grid and have to pedal a bike to power my laptop and my coffeemaker. And if you believed any of that, I
have a bridge in Brooklyn to sell you.
Let me tell you what you actually need to know… Considering how
much I positively loathed my eighth grade grammar class and teacher, it’s sort
of odd that I would become an officer of the “Grammar Police”. Regardless of how much I hated it (the
phrase ‘with the intensity of the fire of 10,000 suns’ comes to mind), I
learned A LOT from that class, and it stuck. HARD. Like ‘baked-on egg custard’
hard. Over the years, it became a combination
of pet peeve and challenging game for me (find the goof in the advertisement
and get really irritated when you do!), and recently I decided that it was time
to put that talent to good use. So here
I am, picking your grammar nits. You’re welcome. You want to know some real stuff about me? Well, let’s see. I’m a geek and a nerd. I love books (DUH.). I’m a loud-mouthed Scottish redhead. I’m a sports nut. I sculpt pinups in miniature scale. I’m a costume geek, particularly Steampunk and Victorian. Oh and corsets, I LOVE corsets. I have a very bawdy sense of humor, perhaps bordering on permanently NSFW. I love clocks and watches. I’m an award-winning baker and jam/jelly maker. I’m an ex-confectioner (no, really, I used to hand-make candy). I’m also a professionally trained cake decorator. I’m a big fan of Adam Hughes. And I always wanted to be Wonder Woman. |