heading them off at nay-say gulch

I know that this is going to come up sooner or later, so I’m going to address it right now: I am not emo. It might seem like I’m emo, and certainly as this progresses there’s going to be a lot that seems to point in that direction. But it’s important to understand that there’s a fundamental difference between me and your classic emo-ist. It’s the difference between a 16 year old trying to figure things out, and a 6 year old. I’m a horribly disproportional 6 year old. Please consult diagram.

holy shit

“The 4400″ is such an awesome show. I don’t even watch it regularly, but every time I do I’m always impressed. If you don’t understand, check out the last episode of the season on USA. If you still don’t understand, well, we’re going to run into problems.

eternal recurrence

I’m an idiot

The rights and wrongs of bike security.

you never know until you try

Reference: http://www.newscientisttech.com/article.ns?id=dn9874&feedId=online-news_rss20

I’m not a big fan of using Paint to make doodles, but I am a big fan of using images to convey the stupidity with which I view the world. It’s not especially graceful, but it is fast, easy, and on nearly every computer in the world. Which will be helpful when I begin my doodling world tour. While running from the law.

Duder Bangbang

I think this is a great name. It works well in situations where someone’s being cool but needs to be reigned in just a little.

“Woah Duder Bangbang, be careful with those nachos.”

The first of presumably some more

I owe the title of this new medium to my roommate and friend Kemi. The roommate part is temporary, the friend not so much. The thought has been raised that this might appear incredibly conceited, as if I’m suggesting that the world is mine whenever I decide to pluck it. This is not the case. When Kemi suggested it to me, I thought of it in the sense of, “You know, it’s possible that some day I could take over the world. I doubt it, doesn’t seem very likely, but then again, life’s full of mystery and twists, so who knows.” It has a whimsical vanity to it that seems so perfectly suited to a blog.

But, if people are still put off by the implications of the title, I encourage you to devise other mnemonics for ictow. I’ve been doing it all day at work, it’s pretty fun. Currently my favorite is: “I couldn’t tow Orson Welles.” Or: “I culled Timmy, the orca whale.”