The Birth of the Mirth

Welcome, friendos. Welcome to my blogg-itty. I can tell you right now that what I hope to accomplish with this level of self-indulgence is neither interesting nor a waste of your time. I like geeky things and am basically a 13 year-old boy lame-wad when you peel away all the layers of Katedunn. My inner dialogue is very much Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure. I have a wide-ranging sense of humor and think most of what goes on in this Universe is Camusly absurd. I also geek out on things that others do not... such things as medieval sexuality, a good browse through a thesaurus, or an immaculately organized litigation file. I have the short-term memory retention of a fruit fly and must cerebralize everything before I can offer any opinion. In other words... let me find obscurity, marinate it in the poison of my brain, and lay it upon your table. It is in your best interest and mine for me to use this place as an origin of discovery and alert you to things and discussions of interest. My plan is to utilize this as a mental Bally's Gym, if you will, in the months leading up to and following my re-entry into scholasticus. I need a forum to flex my writing muscles; so sadly, sadly atrophied in the past year. Bear with me, bitches. Hopefully I will give you some bones to hoard. My first promise: next time, a post that is worth the effort of reading. Peaches!