I could mention I'm called Abigail Brady. I could mention that I am 27. I could mention my job, but then again what would I say. I could talk about the projects I do in my spare time (like the Cryosphere), but that'd be too geeky so I won't.
I could mention about my livejournal, or my mono diary. I certainly won't mention my myspace account.
I could mention that I like adding stuff to Wikipedia. I could mention that I have never been to Stamfordshire, because it doesn't exist. I could mention that I bought a GPS device to add stuff to openstreetmap, and this seems more satisfying than arguing with idiots on the internet.
I could mention my now rather inactive crusade.
I could mention some of the labels that people attach to me - hacker, freak, goth, dyke. But then you might expect me to behave in ways that conform to your expectations of those keywords.
I could talk about my university, but I've moved on from there. Or at least, I've tried to.
I could put a photo here. Oh, look I just did.
I could tell you that my email address is morwen@evilmagic.org, but you may have been able to guess that.
But I don't think I'll do any of those things. Instead, I'll just divert you to the output of my diseased brain. Maybe you can learn something about me from there. Or possibly catch something.