So this is meant to be a random assortment of my thoughts from day to day as I see and interpret the world around me, or at least my perceived surroundings. Hopefully I can shed light on things with a child like observance comparative to the razor best wielded by Ockham. I heard it said that as a child the world makes sense. I disagree. I think to a child the things that adults do make anything but sense, and as we grow older we become accustom to the bazaar and unnatural (if I dare use such a phrase) until they become common place. I wish we could teach children to write at birth, they would probably be able to point out the most obvious ways to make the world not suck.
I have personally tried to put off the "getting comfortable with what i know is wrong or not working" feeling, but i realize that i have not been very successful. The following will hopefully shape into a collective of things that show a remembrance of a time when I too had the childish awareness and ability to see why things don't make sense.
And now for a short list of my hopes:
I hope that I might do something of note that may bring at least one person's eye to these pages. Also I hope that if for some reason this is ever to be read aloud in public or an audio book or something of that nature, it will be done by someone who is British. Anything even mildly satirical seems to loose its power and effect if not heard in a proper British dialect. At least if nothing else, years from now as senility creeps in, I can read back on this and think "hmmm, this guy is kind of clever. But he does drag on and on."
