My name is Misty. It is my real, legal name. I once had a flamer on a Titanic site argue with me that it couldn't POSSIBLY be my real name. But my mom was a hippy in the 70's and I have the birth certificate to prove it, so . . .

I was around for a long time "back in the day". Whenever that might have been. I'm like a walking history book, if history consists of obscure facts related to a relatively small, but organized and militant (in the best way possible!) fandom. Everyone needs a hobby.

Then I took a hiatus of just under 3 years, got comfortable in my new job, developed an affection for rap music, married off my sister, had many and various family members die, spent the better part of 8 weeks being jabbed in the ass with a needle every day, became obsessed in a very disturbing and unsettling way with the Twilight series, had a baby, who is now a toddler and bought a minivan. Because that's what you do when you have a baby. You buy a minivan.

I've been busy.

Then I came back anonymously in early 2009 before finally claiming the name my hippy mother spent countless stoned hours ruminating on towards the end of 2010. What can I say, I was indulging in my inner voyeur, watching everyone play like a total creeper.

I like projects. I get to be hyper organized and efficient, which is in line with my work skill set (according to my last performance review). They're fun and short term, which is good because I have the attention span of . . .

. . . ooh, what's that?