Ex-Mensan and confessed lover of ambiguity, vagueries, and words coined out of inanity and frivolity. Knowledge is nice, but learning is better; I’ve little interest in assurance of intelligence. I dislike the word “is” and distrust many teachers. My ego occasionally over-shadows my idiocy, at which point I string letters and numbers together in manners that taste pretty to me.
Where the hell is that thing?