I would really like to believe that I am creative enough to maintain a blog that anyone would take out a moment of their day to read, but I am not about to delude myself.
If a level of continuing creativity and quality in my blog were necessary to save the planet from a hostile alien takeover, then we'd be fucked.
Is it even possible for there to be a point to the rambles, the shameless attempts at humor, or the accurate description of self-banality?
No; that would be the answer.
Greetings,
Me.
