An idealist disguised as a cynic. Don't tell.Always trying to find the best path to where I'm going, 'cept the "where i'm going" part keeps changing on me when i'm not looking. Only thing that stays constant goal-wise is the desire to work hands-on with animals. Generally do things backassward. Have a useless B.S. in Animal Science from Cornell, a very useful A.A.S. in Veterinary Technology from Suffolk County Community College and am currently working on a finishing up a Master's in Psychology (animal behavior and conservation, really).Spent a while doing wildlife rehabilitation in Middleofnowhere, Texas, rescuing and caring for orphaned and injured raccoons, monkeys, hawks, bobcats, lions, vultures, possums, song birds, skunks, coatis, foxes, ..... And the only battle scar I have left is a freaking squirrel bite... go figure. More recently I've been working with stranded seal pups and sea turtles, rehabbing and releasing them. Every once in a while, when one tries to rip my arm off for the 10th time, I wonder why I try to help the little homicidal bastards. And then I remember that that's why I love 'em. Generally choose reading over sleep, cooking over fast food, books over movies, Batman over Superman, and, sadly enuough, animals over people. Happiest when i'm laughing my ass off with my s.o.s.'s or creatin' a ruckus with some other crazy-assed accomplices...