Me.

All right. I love this sort of self-serving stuff. Here, under the relative anonymity
of the Net, one can reveal anything one wishes -- or nothing at all.

Oh, and if you like the little corners and whatnot I used to emulate an old-fashioned
scrapbook, you can download them here (or here in Photoshop format). I created them
myself, you know, back when I had no idea what I was doing. Despite the ignorance
of my ways, I still think they came out fairly well. If you do opt to use 'em
drop me a line and let me know - I'd be flattered.

So. Here I am. Or rather, here I was.

Taken around the middle of the Carter presidency, in Greensboro, North Carolina. I AM queen of the bigwheels. And if you think my pants look funny, you should see my mom's.	My cousin Jenny Stasiak and I looking positively pensive. This was taken outside of my aunt Joyce's cabin in Fryeburg, Maine, a most relaxing place.
When I was younger, I apparently manifested my love for chocolate by engaging in wrestling bouts with cupcakes. Destiny -- or fate? You decide. (Evansville, Indiana.)	Mona Lisa I am not, but I was, at least this once, during SpringFest 1992 in Southern Pines, North Carolina.
I went to Chicago over Spring Break 1993, and along the way I met some wonderful people, including Tina Oettel (from South Carolina via Wisconsin). Here we are in a diner in Knoxville, Tennessee, during the Big Snow of '93. [I'm on the right.]	This came about as a result of the little Connectix cameras we have in the office, a few cups of coffee, and a giggly friend (Michael). It's been heavily modified, using such filters as Noise, Diffuse and Blur and an opaque fill, but still is essentially the same image.
Taken at the most recent SwingOut (St Anthony Hall, Xi chapter's alumni reunion weekend). I don't know what possessed me to do this.	WE IS PEEPS WHO LOVES DA MEAT OH YEAH.