Soo...I'm rather delayed in an official introduction. Ahem.
My name is Meghan and in the forum/chat/comments I go by...Meghan. Meh, I don't really care if my name is Out There. My (goofy) picture is floating around the "What Do You Look Like" thread, if you care to dig for it.
I'm a 30 year old lady living in Washington state. I originally hail from Texas, but moved up here after college (ask not why.) I got a degree in and actually work as a landscape architect. (Think architect, not gardener.) As jobs go, it's...ok. There are many worse jobs.
I don't remember where I first heard about SSSS. It was merely a bookmark for me to read later for the longest time. I did see the language tree graphic on io9, and that emphasized my desire to "read later." And then I finally DID read, and fell head over heels. I love everything about this comic!!
Hmm, what else? I'm kept rather busy with life, so I'm not crazy active in the fan-base. Apart from my job, I play violin in a community orchestra, am on the leadership team at a community garden, study languages, read a lot, and battle squirrels in my own garden. I also like to cook, but am a horrendous baker. On weekends I'm often hiking in the Cascade Mountains, and am currently trying to get back into backpacking shape. I'm into survivalism, and really need to brush up on my fire making/knot tying/shelter building/trapping skills.
I'm a great lover of all sorts of music, and I wish I had pursued music as a career, rather than believe that it wouldn't earn me a living. I play violin now, but my first instrument was the flute. I occasionally peck at the piano, and would like to eventually learn the other string instruments, and perhaps a brass. For languages, I've recently studied both Spanish and Italian, and am dipping my toe into Norwegian and Esperanto. I only speak English now, but am absolutely determined to become multilingual.
I have one cat, a big fella named Nico. He's quite handsome and he knows it. He is quite the hunter, so you might hear me screaming in the chat room when he brings home another critter. On the upside, my gag reflex for small dead mammals has just about vanished.
I suppose that's it!