Name: wildechilde

Real Name: Oscaretta

Description: Wanted in several non-existent countries for irritating people immensely. She has been seen yelling at television broadcasting corporations and boot-polish solution manufacturers. She also likes to send people on pity trips and discuss multilingual llamas, the information revolution and why genetically enhanced bean-sprouts are the new anti-Christ. NEW!!! She also likes to add useless updates, and enjoys various taffies.

Occupation: I am not open to discuss the nature of my profession or disclose any details pertaining to my role as an undercover operative stationed in Amsterdam.

What's With the Name: Um, I like Oscar Wilde. After all, his appearance on Monty Python's Flying Circus was spectacular! He's such an amazing modern-day, living actor who is still alive... Just like Plato or Rasputin.

"Fave" Games: Legend of Zelda - Ocarina of time, Samurai Warriors, Starfox 64

"Fave" Book: 1984

"Fave" Movie: Brotherhood of the Wolf followed by "Do You Want to Live Forever?".

"Fave" Anime(s) (and or movies): Ghost in the Shell SAC and Ghost in the Shell Innocence, Serial Experiments Lain, Bartender, Trigun.

"Fave" Bands: Barenaked Ladies, Men at Work, Creedence Clearwater Revival, No Doubt... This is not really a cohesive or definitive list.

Interests: Fringe-research, playing the piano/improvising/cacophonous free association, travel, writing.

Dislikes: Chores, talking about things that I do not know about, eating olives... and heat waves.

Disclaimer of Protecting my Peace-of-Mind From Due Attacks on My Limited Intelligence: I realize that I sometimes over-capitalize titles. I apologize in advance if you gain a nasty head-ache similar to those I find myself entertained by when I manually format the text as I type it, by holding down the shift key while I depress the appropriate key, sometimes with the inappropriate hand. I also apologize for that last sentence, which has probably also given you a headache. I recommend a weak pain-killer from a trusted pharmaceutical company of your choice. Please excuse my rudeness for addressing the reader, you, directly. My repetitive use of annoying words and rudeness has also been known to give people kopf-schmerzen to limited degrees. (Soon to appear in the Fireplace threads for simply being a snivelling imbecile/outlier!!! Hooray!)

Disclaimer of My Personal Enjoyment of Certain Types of Music: I love Rachmaninoff. I also love electronica, house, dnb and ambient techno. Please don't throw things at me.

That concludes my hyperactive-imagination profile! Hopefully I'll have a story up soon... I'm thinking something along the lines of a Hot-Off-The-Press collection of songfics all compacted into a finite paragraph that seems to be infinitely long about this amazing character that I made up who has severe teen-angst and has been transported into the form of a tachikoma while on a dreary family outing. It'll be so amazing that I won't even need to hit spell check like my English teacher(s) and my irritated friends tell me to!