I like to keep most aspects of my non-e-life offline, not because I find my life extraordinarily embarrassing at times (the very fact that this blog exists attests to the fact that I'm pretty much immune to embarrassment), but mostly because I don't want to piss those few people off, who put up with my relentless ridiculousness on a regular, face-to-face basis. Nor do I want to get fired from my job. Therefore, I keep talk about personal relationships, friendships and work to a minimum.
Wait, what? Bullsh*t you say? OK, so we all know I have no feelings or social graces. The real reason I don't blog about those things, as you may have noticed, is because I'm a bit of a megalomaniac with strong, mostly baseless opinions to share -- a feat that doesn't leave much room on this blog of unlimited space but limited time to delve into, you know, the sh*t that matters.
However, once in a perfect blue e-moon, my paid profession will coincide with my personal disgust for DC -- my stated anti-DCness, as it were -- to produce a rip in this blog's space/time continuum. Ta-da! And so, I invite you to exit this virtual space (not forever, I mean, but just for the moment...please come back...) and enter another. A news-y new site dubbed Culture11 was kind enough to allow (and pay) me to unleash my fury over there, but in a much less retardulous manner. Don't worry, though (just let me pretend you are), you can take the girl away from her retardulousness, but you can't make the girl no longer retardulous. Um...yeah. Even I'm going to close this window now. But like the ever-wondrous inexhaustible goblet, my e-tank will be refilled soon, meaning I'll be able to virtually whiz all over this blog again faster than you can say "ew." Yep, it's true -- ancient toilet metaphors never get tiresome. Now, if I may beg, please enter the The Anti DC rip in the space/time continuum: CLICK HERE (please)!