Move right along. Nothing to see here ...

Now I will grant you, I'm not 20,000 years old, I haven't been to Space Academy, and there are no Space Pirates in my family. But I have had an interesting life, involving atom-smashers and exploding laboratories. I've transmuted palladium into silver (un-economical, but it's the principle of the thing). I almost got thrown out of MIT on a blasphemy rap. I've tramped around volcanoes, and gone down lava tubes to see what they're like. (Humid, with roots hanging down. Felt like the early Jurassic. I expected giant dragonflies to go along with the cycads surrounding the entrance.)

These days I am freshly retired from being a museum curator, in which job I was able to hobnob with an entire vault full of marvelous things, including a sphere of amber the size of a grapefruit which was made, in the eighteenth century, into an electrostatic generator. I'm probably the only person in the state qualified to repair and service eighteenth-century electrical apparatus.

And for several years, I actually made my living as a mad scientist. That's not OVA Washuu, but it'll do for me. Now all I need is a cabbit. If you want to get in touch with me, I'm right here - ellen@washuu.net.