I’m a strange, sad little man. At a gargantuan 5’3, I’m often mistakened for a 6th grader, despite a fair amount of facial hair. Remarkably, of the select few times I’ve been to a dance club (one of the circles of Hell, I’m convinced), I’ve been thought to be a lesbian from behind. As you can see, this brings me great confusion, though I do have short hair, shapely legs and seizure-like dance moves. I suppose it fits.
Having recently graduated from college with a degree in one of the liberal arts, I am, like many of my peers, useless to much of society. I have no relevant computer skills; am vaguely familiar with Napoleon’s Theorum (it was on an episode of Numb3rs); can barely tie my own shoelaces, let alone fix something of value; and finally, barely employed. This blog is primarily about what’s going on in the news, the shame I consistently bring to my family (we’re not Japanese), and some of the perplexing, what-the-fuck moments of these modern times.
Oh, I rant a lot, as well.
