the ubiquitous "about me" page!

I haven’t a clue why this site needs to have an about me page, as the whole damned thing is about me. Perhaps my ego knows no bounds; or maybe I just have a few moments to spare. Only my hairdresser knows for sure.

But occasionally I get emails asking "who the hell are you and what's this whole slack thing about anyway?" I usually ignore them. But I'm at the point where this website is read by more people who don't know me than those who do. So this not-so-brief and rambling explanation is for you.

The Slack is part autobiography, part rant and part ego-inflating exercise. At least that’s what I tell people when I’m forced to describe it at parties. Usually it comes off as I do this little web thing... Then I go off and hide in a corner.

The Slack is updated every Monday without fail.

Okay, maybe not without fail. And sometimes it’s updated every Sunday. Actually, I update more on Sundays than Mondays. But if you’re one of those people who likes to follow my every move, I suggest you put your email address in that box right up at the top – no, not that one – there, you’ve got it – and you’ll receive an email the veryexactsecond a new slack is posted. Fancy, eh?

The Slack started in 1997 with a few irregularly unscheduled rants and me not knowing a thing about HTML. Since then, it's switched servers and gone through various tech crews until October of 1999 when the slackmistress took the proverbial technical bull by the horns and started running the show. The design was ugly but functional. Around 2005 I decided that enough was enough and hired the lovely and talented Jonni to redesign the site. The picture of me on the splash page was drawn by my lovely and talented ex-boyfriend, Maxwell Atoms.

Everything here, including the main graphic, is copyrighted and such. But if you’d like to reprint or distribute a slack article, all I ask if that you email me first and give appropriate credit. I don’t request money for my sick cat or for you to buy me latex panties and subscribe to my webcam for $9.99 a day, so I think it’s not too much to ask.


As camwhore as I get.

As for me, I could tell you about what's on my bedside table or the last book I read or my favorite movie or what I had for breakfast. Except that I currently don’t own a bedside table, I have an odd habit of reading nearly a book a day and coffee is about all I can choke down in the wee hours of the morning.

("Wee hours” = 10am.)

Professionally, I'm an Unemployed Television Writer, which is somewhat redundant. My TV writing partner is Older SlackBrother J. - you may remember our credits from such shows as "Lizzie McGuire" and "That One About the Kid." I never thought that you could actually make a living doing it. I’ve managed to do so for the past five years, and if the Gravy Train runs out? Well, it’s been a great ride.

Younger slackbrother j. is an actor who'd like to be a Working Actor, so help a brother out.

The Slack is a case study of different boyfriends, different dogs, and different jobs. Yes, I’m currently single. No, I will not send you pictures of me in my panties. Yes, one day I'll date again. No, it won't be you. Wait, maybe it will.

Every boyfriend I’ve had since 1998 I’ve met online. It's easier to weed out the weirdos and the functionally illiterate that way. It's also due to the fact that I am a nerd, geek, dork, or whatever is the nom du jour these days. I play World of Warcraft. I have an Alienware Computer. But I also clean up pretty well. Plus I drive a pink mini and have an unnatural love for champagne.

The Slack and this journal are not affiliated with the Church of the SubGenius. I’m not affiliated with anyone. Unless there’s a club for chicks who drive pink cars and like geeky guys, pit bulls and sparkling wine. Then we'll talk.

As always, feel free to drop me a line. Esepcially if you want to offer me a job. A writing job, people. I'm also up for love notes, hate mail, weren’t you the girl in high school who I made fun of all the time? I'm working at the Gas-and-Sip now! It’s all good.

xoxo
the slackmistress
Nina B.