Believe it or not, there is an actual human behind all this stuff. Yes, yes, I know, it’s hard to stretch the imagination quite that far, but stay with me. Ok, here goes:

My name is Tone. I’m female. I live in Norway. I’m not the age I feel I am, and probably not the age you think I am. I’m in a relationship with an imported englishman. I like to think I write well when I’m not bored.

Random factoids, and lots of them

I collect, or rather accumulate roleplaying books and magazines, movies, fonts, comics, music videos, dice and stuffed animals. I have a soft spot for stuffed animals with tentacles or a penis.

I’m in love with markup, and my dreams are made beautiful with style sheets. I validate ruthlessly.

My camera and notebook follows me everywhere I go. I’ve never seen the point in those tiny women’s handbags, and prefer carrying my short list of essentials in a sturdy shoulder bag.

I know the correct proportions for drawing human faces. I know my way around Photoshop. I cannot shade with pencils to save my life.

Humans are the scariest and most fascinating thing on this planet. I’d like to collect certain specimens, keep them in little cages, and poke them with sticks to see their reactions, but apparently there are laws against that. I usually follow laws, as long as they aren’t an inane attempt at keeping me from making use of something I’ve bought.

Web forums are the spawn of satan, and I mean that in the worst possible way. Take it as the hugest friggin’ compliment you’ll ever get if I post in yours.

Clean hair is essential to my feeling of well-being. Makeup and expensive clothes are not. Shopping for shoes is possibly the most boring activity in the entire history of the world.

I’m almost never sick. In fact, I can count the different diseases I’ve had over the course of my entire life – including the common cold – on one hand and still have fingers to spare. I’ve never broken any important bones, but I do have a handful of scars, amongst which is a pretty neat one across my left earlobe. I have asthma, and treat the very occasional attack with acupressure.

Bill Hicks is my hero.

I would prefer to not be of the same species as any person willing to partake in a “reality show”.

Current status