Who am I? (hint: not Jean Valjean)

What to write, what to write.

I had some trouble figuring out the theme of this blog.  Should I talk about being a geeky lady?  How about social life in my city?  Maybe I should make this page a placeholder for all my feminist rants?  A personal diary where I talk about boys and how I can perfect the bend and snap?  Or maybe I'll do a little of everything and sprinkle some of my bullshit humour in for funsies.

I tell you, writing a blog isn't easy.  Hell, I assume you're a child of the internet era like me, so you should know this.  I'm in the generation that learned to navigate a keyboard with Mario Teaches Typing, got their first email address at 10 and started a blog once they became a teenager and their angst was too much to keep in a private journal.  I've Xanga'd, Myspace'd, Livejournal'd and, though with some shame, Gaia Online'd.  The people who fondly remember teaching themselves basic HTML to add sparkles to their profile pages are my people.  And this is where we end up.  Blogspot or some similar site where we hope our voice will be heard by the great, neckbearded masses and we'll make enough money from advertisement to never have to return to our mediocre jobs again.

I've been working for a temp agency for over a year now.  Some people say it's because I'm unemployable, but I like to say it's because I've got a fear of commitment and too much hope that I'll be able to quit it for the riches and fame that our parents told us were coming our way.

Alright, so back to the nature of this blog.  I'm a dork.  A geek.  A nerd.  Social outcast (or was until I realized how many others there were).  I attend conventions, work at renaissance faires, make costumes, watch anime and know how to make silicone prosthetics for Halloween makeup.  I mostly want to touch on what it's like to be a professional geek, since you don't see much of what it's like behind the scenes.  I mean, sure.  I could write a loving review of Pokemon X and Y and tell you how amazingly nostalgic it was without talking down to their adult audience.  But I'd rather tell you what it's like to spend 6 hours applying zombie makeup to myself and my friends before a night on the town.  I don't just do things, I help create them.  So you'll get to see the journey of a convention party room from conception to performance.  You'll hear about what ren fest workers (festies) do behind their shoppes or when the crowd goes home.  I'm documenting the creation of my Halloween costume, which changes about every other day (swear to god, I need to lock that shit down..)  Seriously, that's the interesting shit.

Alright, intro written.  I'm not sure what else should be going here so I'm going to back off for now.  Check back in a week or so for the first real post!