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.

Someone linked me this, or I stumbled on it, or stole it from somewhere.