A Colorful Girl in a Grey World

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There once was a girl from Nantucket... well, Hartford, but you get the idea. One day this girl decided to make her mark on the World Wide Web. Five or ten drafts later, this is the result. Knowing her obsession with design, this won't be the last draft, so if you drop by and the place looks wonky, welcome home.

Over on the left you'll find our handy-dandy navigation bar. back to basics will bring you back here. the girl is, wonder of wonders, a basic bio of our colorful heroine. her family gives you an idea of the madness she comes from, genetically speaking. her pals, whether they be friends or lovers, fill this section with color. the work is stuff the girl does to earn money, from selling fabric to enlisting in the Air Force. the non-work covers hobbies, hobbies, and even more hobbies. the ranting is a place for the girl to write about anything and everything. the lens is a collection of pictures she's taken, or had taken of her. talk to the girl takes you to the list of ways you can get in touch with the girl. out of town is a collection of the girl's favorite external links.

The girl gets a lot of questions about her screenname, and she's sick of explaining it over and over again, so here's the scoop, once and for all.

  • Vader was her nickname in junior high. Her history teacher insisted every student have a nickname, and suggested "Skywalker". Not wishing to be named for a tow-headed farm boy, she countered with "Vader". Since her personality was darker than a sith's robes, the name stuck.
  • Force is her surname. No kidding.
  • Parker is her hero. She did a lot of research on Ely Parker, a Seneca sachem, in high school. Parker served in the Union army during the Civil War, saved General Grant's life, wrote out the terms of surrender at Appomattox, and served as the first AmerIndian commissioner of the Bureau of Indian Affairs.

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