Ordinarily, this is where we oldskool webbers are supposed to scribble something deep and meaningful about who we are, or what makes us tick, or why on earth we're wearing such a short dress and splashing our jokey, pokey, eccentricizing, too-tall selves all over the place. But you know, I'm not going to do that anymore. Brevity is the soul of wit, biznatch.

Here's the basics. I'm Christa, recent university graduate and lady-type, and I brake for the arts, especially cinema and wordfixes, and totally crazy humor, yo. Other valuable things on the brake menu include singing in the shower, strutting/patronizing the dramatic boards, kittens n' pirates n' video games, and the deliciously rare chocolate cake. Thus, don't even get me started on chocolate pirates who purr, sing, and eat blue ghosts. We'd be here all day.

Ambientwhimsy is my personal ballyhoo of virtual shilly-shallying, where I can tell things like they are or just set my cynical canons afire. Its current design was conceived on a diet of ye olde insomnia, the cinematic lostville of La Dolce Vita, and an "eh, let's all look dramatic tonight" celebration of little black birthday dresses. And yes, that is my necklace over there.

In conclusion, the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dogs. Clever fellow.