Via oursin: reply to this meme by yelling (or even saying gently) "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.

So if people want words, hit me.



Science: I do not actually do science at the moment. What's the saying? The first time you do something, you're a researcher; the second time, you're an engineer; the third time, you're a tech. I am definitely, one hundred percent, a tech. It makes me a little sad, because the feel of your understanding of the world shifting into something more accurate or precise is really addictive. (The long hours... not so much.)

Fanfic: Everyone knows the geek hierarchy? I'm pretty sure that right now, someone is taking the oscelot thing as a challenge.

This is my RL journal, so there's limits to what I'm going to admit to here, where (help us) it would be very easy for my parents - my parents - to find and read, but I subscribe to the "fixit" theory of fanfic, which explains a lot about who I hang with and the conversations we have. I also subscribe to the crackfic, but only when it's 1.) hysterical, or 2.) doing something incredibly clever.

Wiscon: I heard about Wiscon before I made it out this year. I had a fabulous time. (I still haven't posted my write-up! Augh!) I also self-selected for things that would be fun, if not conciousness-raising.

Music: I love music. I love singing, I love other people playing guitar, I love pop with super-slick production values, I love college a cappella - I dig music. When I'm working, I get to listen to whatever I want on my mp3 player, and this makes me happy. I miss singing, and really should find a group to sing with.

Art: I know it when I see it? I like the idea of art more than the execution, sometimes, because I prefer old-school demi-realist visual art to many of the 20th century schools of art. I think that art is valuable, and even if I don't like all, well, other people don't like things I do, and do like things I don't, but I also reserve the right to question what the heck the artist was thinking.