What is it that I have to say today? Do I actually have the emotion to type something up? Not even the emotion, the feelings? The ability? Well of course. Sad thing is, I can never think of anything that's just right for you morons.

Don't worry, I'm a moron too. Anyways, I've been thinking. And that's about all I've been doing about what I am to speak of. Rather. I was thinking about writing a bash customization tutorial as of late, but it's not like anyone would really read it. And it's not like it really matters, because there's probably about a million other achieving the same goal. I only reinvent the wheel if I'm sure that what I reinvent will be far better than the original… Which mostly, this wouldn't be.

I'm about as amusing as a chromatic scale, you know? It's only so good when you first start studying music theory, then you realize that it sucks! Chromatic's no minor pentatonic.

Anyways. This weekend is Renfest. That is to say, Renaissance Festival. Yes, I will probably dress up, and speak with an old English accent for two days, and I'll probably buy a sword there, bring it home, and take pictures for proof. That place is always fun, though. It's impossible to not enjoy.

I'm running low on things to say. Let's see… I'm still alive… That's about all!

So now to fill the space, enjoy this picture of me holding my two guitars and wearing my KFC bucket:

You, what do you, own the world? How do you own disorder?