I was homeschooling my kids and I took a class in Environmental Biology. Our big class project was to create a plan for living in the middle of fuck nowhere and how were we going to support ourselves etc. At the start of class, I immediately knew that build an earthship was half my answer to the entire big end of class project. Didn't all homemakers know such things? Isn't interest in such things just about being budget-minded? Why did they think this was a hard question?
I first test drove my theory that this field might interest me by playing SimCity, which we had a copy of from a cheap multi-disc software package of a bunch of different Sim products. I liked it. I am still a fan of various SimCity releases.
So I began researching built environment related careers and ultimately settled on urban planning as a career. I enrolled in a BS in Environmental Resource Management with a concentration in Housing that fall, which remains incomplete cuz REASONS.
Would you be willing to check out a Punk show if I sent you some upcoming Olympia gigs?
No. I began learning to make money online to the best of my ability, in spite of classist bullshit where people wouldn't take my questions about that seriously in online forums because I was homeless, and I started a website to keep track of information for myself that I needed while homeless. That website is one of the most trafficked websites I have ever run and I have been interviewed about it five different times. One of those interviews was actually published, though they misgendered me and fabricated quotes whole cloth to attribute to me. I guess they thought a homeless person was an easy target for making up bullshit about to serve their political agenda or just make up click bait or something.
Are you aware of the Riot Grrl movement that started in Washington in the early 90s?
I would like to buy a small house with wood and tile floors, be the local (title of job I have applied for that shall remain nameless) and continue to happily live without a car. Finding true love would be like extra bonus points, but somewhat optional.
I quit my job after getting evicted from my apartment and I left town. I wanted to get healthier and I felt my job was an obstacle to that goal. I got healthier, then got a place to live again. (Though it wasn't as easy as that makes it sound, that is the gist of it.)
If you have 3 wishes for things that could be within the realm of reality (No flying or magic powers... sorry) what would you wish for?
I wish I had sold those stocks when they were first gifted to me. I knew the market was at a high point. They only went down in value, by about half, and never really recovered. But, alas, I sold later.
Do you subscribe to any form of religion? If so what is it and why do you believe what you believe?
What's your favorite car or vehicle that you've driven (even though you don't want a car)?
What's the one piece of advice you'd give your teenage self?
Rice Krispies, Frosted Flakes or Wheat Chex?
Baseball, Football, Basketball, Hockey, or Soccer?
If someone gave you a free plane ticket, what would be the destination?
I don't have any advice for my teenage self. She was awesome and amazing and really did an incredible job. I still aspire to someday be as awesome as her again, though there is no hope of ever being that cute again.
I don't have a favorite stooge. I haven't actually been to NY, London or Munich, but I have friends in England, so let's go with London. My favorite dinosaur would have to be velociraptors cuz Jurassic Park. I don't actually know anything about Windows 10.
Hmm. I don't like being pot bellied, old and ugly. But I do like occasionally being mistaken for being 18 years younger than I am. It takes some of the sting out if what the mirror shows me.
I take my coffee different ways at different times. Sometimes black. Sometimes with cream and sugar. Sometimes a mocha frappe.
I can't recall the last time I ate cereal.
I don't follow football at all.
My eyesight is not fixable. I get terrible floaters, likely a side effect of my condition.
Please don't flog me for me being late. I have a good excuse!