Havoc is a cat who is trying to take over the world. Her long-term plans defer global domination for at least a decade, so you should be safe for now. Havoc would also like to let you know that there is random profanity and occasional smut in her journal (eta: less occasional and more frequent these days), and it doesn't always get hidden behind a cut tag, so if you have a problem with that, now you're forewarned.
Most of this journal is friends-only, and filtered down from there. Then again, almost all of the fannish stuff is unlocked, as my presumption is that's what people are friending me for. Chances are good that if you friend me, I'll friend you back, as I'm a big fan of people.
I belong to a zillion comms. I write fanfic, primarily SGA-based, and primarily Elizabeth Weir-centric. I multiship, and will read virtually anything (especially if recced), though m/m slash is low on the list. I'm a dancer, American Tribal Style belly dance, and I dance with one of the local student troupes. My real life generally overwhelms my fannish life. I also knit, and sometimes I sew. The beading is on hold until the kidlet can be trusted not to glom onto my tray of loose beads at the first opportunity.
Rumor has it that my snark is excellent. Passive aggressive behavior engenders serious annoyance in me. If it gets too bad, it can lead to defriending. I'm forthright, and can come across as blunt, and sometimes as aggressive. I ask that everyone on my friendslist respect my privacy, and I will respect yours in return. I worked for five years at a job that I called the Chicago Hellmouth, and believe me when I say that I worked for and with crazy people. I have a serious thing for Pre-Raphaelite art.
If you have a problem with me, bring it to me directly. I would rather talk things out now, instead of letting them fester.
Please do not PM me. I don't reply to them nearly as often as I mean to. Please email me instead. Thanks.