My buddies launched tw33t.me a few days ago as sort of an expansion upon Twitter, allowing you to give a little more reason to get people to follow you.  I’ve been mucking around with video editing tools for a few days now (note: windows movie maker sucks) and here is my result.

I’ve come to realize that I will never be a director.

I’m not a good writer.

I’ve got thousands, if not millions, if not billions, of thoughts running through my brain at any given moment.  I’ve got opinions and ideas and inventions and concepts and hypotheses (I had to look up how to spell that) but aside from drawing terribly shitty cartoons in Flash, I’ve no way to convey these things.

I don’t have any passions.  Wait, I’m lying… I’m passionate about being lazy, smoking, drinking, eating, rearranging furniture, playing video games, watching cartoons, programming, wasting time, headbutting 2-year-olds, smoking, drinking, cheese (you’d be surprised how many people don’t understand that certain cheeses only go with certain foods and drinks), electronics, AI, philosophy, technology, fishnet stockings, transformers sound effects, while loops, smoking, drinking…

Blogging is for chumps.