Well, honestly, I don’t know. But does anyone really know? In fact, I’m slowly starting to believe that this is all just an elaborate illusion; that we’re all in a dream-induced state, merely living in our heads, and acting out whatever we’re programmed to, so as to act as effective batteries for our machine overlords, while inadvertently amusing their copper-plated hearts.

Of course, that’s just me.

That’s probably something we should probably get out of the way right off: I’m cynical. I’m bitter. I tend to be very mean and sarcastic. If you were hoping for something positive to read that would fill your heart with light and joy, the odds are not in your favour. I also tend to ramble a lot, and I’ve started this blog to really just satisfy an urge I’ve been having to write really boring stuff (including reviews of anything and everything I can think of, really) that nobody would want to read. My last attempt raised too many expectations in my little circle, and I just couldn’t live up to the hype.

That is also why I’ve adopted a pseudonym.
(That, and the fact that I feel a sort of kinship towards Marvin, the Paranoid Android.)

So yeah. Come in. Make yourself at home. Wipe your feet on the doormat. Don’t mess up anything. Comment, if you like; don’t, if you don’t want to, or, and I can’t stress this enough, if you have some strange sense of obligation that requires you to encourage me to “keep writing”.

And feel free to insult me, if you like – it doesn’t really bother me

Much affection,
tinman