We'll see. Should be okay. I'll try to reply to your emails the day I get them.

Not much at all. Nothing about my site is particularly personal, and I don't really reveal much about myself. There is an old journal archived in my site, and even if someone did find it, they'd be disappointed. Not only is it not very interesting, but because it's old, it isn't really applicable to who I am now. A person can change in the extreme over the course of a year or so. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, nor is it really a good thing. It's just a defining thing. I was in the process of defining what my site was going to be, and now I've found it.

For a short time, I jumped on the online journal train, but I soon grew tired of it. Less than six months, and it was gone. It wasn't what I wanted to do, and it got boring very fast. I want to write what I would like to read. I don't find journals or weblogs particularly interesting, regardless of how often they are updated. I prefer to read, not just skim and click-through to other weblogs. I would rather read a book, than shuffle through someone's personal thoughts. It's interesting when it's someone you know, but if you don't, it's just tiresome.

I came across a few sites that I really enjoyed, like prehensile.com, uber.nu, benbrown.com, roboninja.com, fs.co.nz/waste, ohmessylife.org. These were sites that had content. Content seems to be so lost on the internet these days. I read these sites in their entirety, and I was amused. That was what I wanted to do. I wanted to write articles that sometimes made you laugh out loud. I wanted to write stuff that people talked about. So, I ended up writing articles about whatever was on my mind. For some reason, these articles became extremely popular - I think this is due to the fact that I am so honest and blunt. I talk about things that most girls don't, and in a way that many people wouldn't. I'm honest in the extreme, often to the point of being obscene.

In terms of my personality, the only thing that is revealed in my writing is that I am candid and outspoken. I suppose that's something that you can't often hide, not that I'd want to.

No, I don't think so. I have a few readers that believe that you can, but they are sadly mistaken. They get to read, say, once a week, a tiny, tiny portion of one single thought in my head that spawns into an article. That's not knowing me. That's reading 500 words of my gazillion words I think and speak each week. It's not very much at all.

I get a few readers that "fall in love" with me after reading my site. Men who appreciate my honesty, little horny teenage boys that think I'm attractive, young tubby journal girls that wish they wrote like me. I think it's great that I can make a connection with my audience, and sometimes I wish that knew more about my readers, the way that they feel they know me. But, you know, it's hard to do that. It's hard enough replying to all of my emails (yes, I reply to almost every email I get from my readers) without having to build up internet relationships with them all.

Sometimes, it's possible though. But that's another question altogether.

I don't. Nothing on my site symbolizes my life, and it's definitely not about my life. Some people find it hard to understand how one has a "personal site" without actually becoming personal. So, I tell you my name and the city I live in, but you don't know what I do for a living, what I do for fun, who I hang out with, what I did yesterday.

I'm not about becoming personal with the internet. There are enough journals and weblogs out there for 10 lifetimes of reading, and I'm not joining them. However, I do publish my writing on the internet, and I'm not exactly sure why. It just kind of happened. It started off as an about page with some photos and some rants about 4 years ago, and now, it's basically the same. I just enjoy doing it. When I stop enjoying it, I'll stop doing it, which hopefully, is a long way off.

My site was originally somewhat influenced by Dean, but I don't really read Robyn's Gallagher's page. In the past, I have been influenced by John Styn from prehensile.com, Ben Brown from benbrown.com, Dakota Smith from roboninja.com and the Uber crew. But in saying that, I don't think my writing is influenced so much by these people. I will continue to write about the things I've always written about, and I doubt that will change purely because someone has something different on their site.

To be completely honest, I don't actually read too many websites within the .co.nz namespace, but that's mainly because I'm too lazy to find new sites to put in my favourites list.

Probably not much. We're all almost the same, really. A lot of people are out there writing articles and moving away from journals and weblogs, but everyone has their own style. I think (and I could be wrong, but this is my perception anyhow) that I'm a bit more frank sometimes, and often rude. But, I'm sure there's someone out there that is just as frank and rude as me. In fact, I'm positive there is. I don't claim to be original, new or special, I just do what I do because I enjoy it.

I don't think it needs to be defined. Why does everyone always want to put labels on everything? You see, as another member of a band I used to belong to said in an interview once upon a time, once you start defining and labelling things, whatever you do becomes restricted. I could define my site as an essay-based, contextual release, but one day when I decide that I don't want to write essays anymore, I'll be stuck. What happens when I want to become an internationally renowned internet pornstar? People will start to expect things, I will get stuck doing what I was doing before, and really, that's not what I want to do. My site is just a space on a server for me to put shit. I get to play with designs and words and images and blend them together into what has become animoller.com. No defining for me, sir. None at all.

How did you meet Ben Brown? Did you know stalking pays off sometimes? Well, it does. Well, not serious stalking. I'm just the sort of girl that finds something she wants and makes sure she gets it, or him as the case may be. You know what I mean.

I found his website many months ago, and like so many crazy internet freaks out there (not that I'm one of them, no siree), I thought he was cool. I emailed him a few times. He didn't want to talk to me. Some crazy, actually crazy girl he'd met on the internet had fucked him around, but I didn't know about her, so I didn't realise that my "sense of humour" was lost, and he just thought I was a freak. I knew he'd eventually succumb to my charm, wit, intelligence and beauty (hah!), so in true Ani style, I persisted. I kept emailing him, even though, in true Ben Brown style, he was trying to tell me in not so many words to fuck off and leave him alone. When I look back on it now, I can't believe the lengths I went to to make him sit up and pay attention. But, regardless of how mentally unstable I probably appeared, or was, I got my man, or at least, something was happening. So in October 2000 I travelled for 26 hours to meet him.

All the effort paid off, in a way I certainly didn't expect. I didn't really expect us to hit it off so well, but we did. So now, we're getting married, and every now and then, I remind myself of how I "stalked" him, and I have a wee giggle to myself. I also like to bring up how he try to ignore me, and that's always amusing.

Of course! It's not the sort of situation one likes to partake in. Some days, you just want to stay in bed and cuddle, but then I roll over and realise that I left Ben in America a month and a half ago, and I still have a while before we see each other again. That aside, it hasn't been as tough as I expected. Sure, there's pining and soppy, whining emails, and expensive phone calls, but it doesn't make me sad. How could anyone be sad that there is someone who loves you, waiting for you to come back? I'd rather be in love with someone who lives half way around the world, than never have been in love at all. And to think I used to be cynical, and now I'm a soppy wench. C'est la vie!

Thanks!

I know absolutely nothing about the netguide awards. I don't spend too much time in the .nz namespace that much. If they aren't rating me, then I won't be visiting them. Heh.

Freedom of information scares me a little. No one really has a secret life anymore, and almost anything about you is available to anyone who wants it badly enough. I don't really want to think about how the internet is going to become, because I'm sure I won't be correct in my assumptions. I suppose we'll just see how things go eh?

It's not an internet persona. I am a pretentious bitch.