My god man, are those pants?

Good day, young web-traveler!

How have the seas of “t3h intarwebs” guided you here?  Is it by Odin’s provedence or mayhap, it was that fine bastard-trixter, Loki?  No matter, you have found it.  “It” being a slew of nonseniscal, asinine postings by a very odd individual (myself¹²³) covering all manner of topics: music, style (es-tee-eye-elle-e), bikes, rumination, bike related things, and… music.

I can’t claim to be better nor worse than any other fellow, spewing thoughts into the ether like some diaherra of the mind, but allow me this one conceit: I know what I like and I appreciate that my tastes may not be yours as there is no platonic form for “style”, friend.

So take heed and take time, and don’t take any of it too seriously.  Soon, we’ll all be dead! (Yay?)

¹Hello, me, it’s me or rather, you… but FROM THE FUTURE.  Yes, that’s right “the future”.  In the future, we have many modern conveniences: running water, soap… McDonalds.  You have many wonderous things in store for you.

²What, “the future”?  That’s amazing!  McDonalds, you say?  Soap… you say?  My word, the things we can achieve, this modern world.

³Yes, “the future” is a wonderful place.  From the towers in the city, to the internal combustion engine, women’s suffrage, and pants (and swimming), the future is downright amazing.  I often awaken in the night, in a cold cold sweat and have to remind myself, “calm down, calm down, you’re just in the future”.  It can be overwhelming.  Also, you’re a douche.