I'm a classically trained musician trapped in a punk girl's body. Only I'm too old to be punk anymore. So I try to pretend that I'm grown up, but mostly I'm just really good at faking it. I dabble in languages as well as sciences and work in the engineering field where my ability to fake smartness comes in really handy. I play video games probably more than I should and I'm a hopeful cynic - we are rare. This means that while what I say may be pessimistic, I am rrrrrrrrrrrrreally hoping for the good outcome. My dog is mentally unstable and I like her that way. I love to cook, but don't do it often enough because I hate to do the dishes. I'm slowly becoming a wine snob, but mostly, again, just faking it. I think one day I'd like to sell everything I own and move to an obscure part of Ireland, for no good reason other than that it's really green and the Irish are supposedly the nicest people on the planet. I would love to have someone to share a newspaper and some pancakes with on a Sunday morning. Assuming I get out of bed in time to make pancakes before noon and that someone will do the dishes when I'm done. And seriously, the spiders . . . they are out of control this year . . .

First - I have some spiders that need killing. Second - maybe thai? Maybe just coffee? We'll talk about Big Bang Theory (the show, not the cosmological model, although we CAN if you really want to), Cash Cab (I LOVE CASH CAB), whatever comic they turned into a movie recently (Transformers broke my heart), whatever music is stuck in my head, whatever music is stuck in your head and if dogs can really be mentally unstable (trust me, they can). Just a note - I am incredibly uncoordinated. I will either trip, bump into something or knock something over at some point. Maybe all three. It'll be fun.