Ugh

Seriously, I need to work on my computer. I've been wickedly lax with my updating. Fiance has burned the new kubuntu install disks, as we're going to just make a jump in versions.

After that, maybe I should get off my ass and get my headset working again. You know, since people have bitched at me for not being able to talk on Ventrilo. I'd say guildies, but the guild self-destructed. Apparently people don't like having to read during Kara runs. Can't blame them. lol To explain: I could hear them, but they couldn't hear me. So my answers were typed out. Good times. :P

Also, amaroK has been acting funny, although I haven't really bothered figuring out some of what's going on. Right now, the lyrc plugin is crashing on me. I could probably look it up... pssh. Let's just say: Lazy.

Okay, so.

You, yeah you. Zippy. I blame you.

So, this thing? Probably not going to get a lot of use. I'll be honest about that. This isn't my first, and I've always been bad about that. Oh well. Even my phone-photo blog hasn't seen much use lately. Although, at current, it's in part due to my phone being weird about sending the damn photos.

Who am I? I go by many handles, unlike Zippy there. I can think of roughly sixteen offhand that I've used over the years. Six that I still regularly use.

So, names are useless in that regard. I am: a programmer (or a cleverly disguised wanna-be), photographer (again...), horror movie buff (yep, you guessed it), gamer (... catching on yet?), artist (uh, not very cleverly disguised... at all), and writer (same).

I have tits and tatts. I drink rum and tequila straight up--not together. I don't like vodka much. Whiskey is fine by me, but it depends on the kind. I'd bleed Guinness if I could without dying. I smoke. I find both men and women sexually attractive. I'm engaged. That said, I'm passively interested in finding a girlfriend. Yeah, it sounds childish, but "lover" sounds too much like a daytime soap, or romance novel.

If I don't know you, I don't give a shit what you think about me (so long as I meet my own standards), but reserve the right to get angry anyway. In fact, I like that particular right. If I do know you, and like you, I probably care too much.